When they leave the hospital Dean is still a squiggly lump Mary doesn't feel quite comfortable carrying. She's simultaneously trying to tighten her grip so he doesn't slip and loosening it so he isn't crushed. The people walking in and out of the hospital keep shooting her discrete looks – trying to ogle the baby, obviously, but she can't help the tensing of her shoulders in response. She'd do anything, even hunt a werewolf, if it meant she could be home right now with John and their baby.
Dean mewls, an unhappy noise, and Mary's shoulders instantly scrunch up higher. "Shh, baby," she tries. Her heart is racing. The nurse's kindly you'll do fine dear, as she wheeled the empty chair away is an empty comfort now she's gone. It's just Mary and the baby. God, what has she done? Dean squirms again, tiny arm flexing under the blanket, and Mary gently tries rocking them side to side. What would her mom say to her when she was younger? "Angels are watching over you, Dean."
Mary gently tries a bounce or two and looks out the window to see if John has come yet. His beast of a car isn't on the street – but no, someone's opening the door and now she can hear the faint rumble of its engine. Mary carefully eases herself and her baby outside and stands near the curb. "Shh, Dean, it's all good, baby."
And it will be, when John is here. Her lovely soldier John, who helped her make this crazy dream a reality. "Look," she whispers to Dean when the Impala rolls up to them. Her voice is almost overtaken by the loud rumble of its engine. "That's your daddy's car. Can you say 'Daddy'?" Dean squeaks, and Mary laughs out the love swelling in her heart. "We'll work on it."
John runs up and pecks her on the cheek, one hand on her shoulder and the other caressing Dean's fuzzy head. "Hey, darling. How's our boy?"
Mary readjusts Dean once again so John can reach in one finger and tickle his nose. He's still squirming, but less determinedly now. "I think he's doing better now his daddy is here. Aren't you, Dean?"
The answering smile lights up John's face. "Let's get you two home," he rumbles.
Mary gets into the Impala and Dean quiets further. By the time they're two blocks down the road, he's smiling happily up at her once more. The tension in Mary's stomach loosens. Maybe she can do the whole 'normal' thing after all.
