Crickets chirped as Mary Winchester stepped over to her younger son, who was looking out at the night silently and reflectively. Biting her lip softly, she was hesitant before speaking up and making her presence known to Sam.
"So Dean told me about Jessica." She paused, her heart aching as she said, "I'm so sorry, Sam."
Pulling an unconvincing smile, he told her quietly, "It's okay." After a long pause, Sam breathed, "I haven't visited her grave in...what, 4, 5, 6 years? It's been..." He took a deep breath. "It's been such a long time, Mom," Sam said, his voice breaking and his breathing shaky. He smiled, telling her, "Jess was beautiful. She was smart, insanely so, and—and she was so supportive, and such an amazing woman..." He took another long inhale of the night air. "You would have loved her."
He looked over at his mother, eyebrows upturned and hazel eyes mournful and pensive. Mary set a steady hand on her son's shoulder, smiling softly before nodding and agreeing quietly, "I know I would have."