AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Okay it has been forever and because I want this to connect to Hunting Demons even though it is it's own story, this basically means that Lana is still half demon and Azazel is still her father: she's just super in tune with her powers by now because Season 12.

It means that Lana, Dean and Sam have been through pretty much everything, give or take stuff that they were apart for.

Lana killed Lilith and not Sam, so blames herself for Sam being in the pit.

The year that Sam was 'dead' but really just soulless, Kate was with Sam and away from Lana and Dean, who were living a life with Johnny and Lily that didn't have anything to do with hunting.

Lana and Dean are basically an old married couple, but I will give them drama like you wouldn't believe, so don't let that deter you.

Sam and Kate are married too and have one kid mainly because this is Kate and for those of you that have read my other stories with her in it, and Hunting Demons, would that really surprise you? HaHa. She can only handle the one with everything that she and Sam have to go through, and it's a boy, so you can bet there's some sass about not even getting to let the Meckenzie/Newman line continue through her, lol.

I'll do flashbacks with Lana and Kate and everything to earlier seasons of course, I just…MARY IS BACK AND I NEED HER AND LANA TO INTERACT! Not to mention her and Florence (Lana's mother) because please and thank you. That and I need to write sassy Meckenzie/Winchester children, yes? Yes.

So, here we go.

WARNINGS: Sex, Language, Dark Themes, Violence, Blood, Torture

I ONLY OWN LANA AND MY MADE UP CHARACTERS/STORYLINES

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Lana wasn't sure what to expect from Mary as they stood there, but the way that she grabbed Dean and flipped him over while still being alert to her told her everything that she needed to know. Yes…this was the woman that Florence had been friends with and had given birth to the men in Lana's life that she'd grown the most dependent on. This was Mary Winchester, brought right back to Dean and Lana held her hands up in surrender.

"I'm staying put, I promise you," she said, chewing on her lip.

Dean made a sound and nodded. "Her word is her bond."

"Who are you people?" Mary asked, completely disoriented.

"I'm Dean…Dean Winchester. I'm your son," Dean tried to explain, Lana keeping her mouth shut until she was spoken to.

She had no idea what was going on, but Dean went off about how she hunted with her family. He told her how she and John had met and hit it off, and how they'd gotten married in Reno—her idea. Lana smiled as Dean continued, talking about how then he was born and then Sam, and Mary seemed to start to take it all in, even though she was still trying to process.

"And then I burned…" she said gently.

Lana almost couldn't process the pain that was coming off of Dean and Mary in waves, but she knew she should have been old hat at this now. This wasn't her first rodeo and with everything they'd been through, and how much she'd grown into her powers, she just…this was Mary. How could she not be feeling emotional about all of this as well right now? This was her childrens' grandmother, and she was going to have to find a way to explain it to them when they got back to the sanctuary.

"How long have I been gone?" Mary asked after a pause, absorbing it all.

Dean paused for a moment too. "33 years…"

She nodded, moving closer to Dean and bringing him in for a hug. That look on Dean's face? That sheer anguish and love? Lana didn't know how to describe it, but she smiled a little bit and she nodded, staying right where she was until Mary pulled back and looked at her, Dean clearing his throat.

"This is Lana," he explained, not knowing what else to say yet.

Mary looked a bit defensive, standing close to Dean. "As in 'Alana'? As in Florence's child?"

"That would be the one," Lana admitted with a sigh, holding her left hand up. "I promise I'm not…well dangerous isn't the right word."

"She's a good woman—the best, really," Dean put in, feeling like he had to defend his wife. After all, they'd been married ten years now; he couldn't just let her stand there dumbfounded the whole time. "She's my wife. After everything that I have been through—everything Lana and I have been through—she's with me."

Mary couldn't help but smile a little at that as Dean took his jacket off to hand it to her, all three of them finding a bench as the sun started to come up. They had to explain to her things that had happened…like how John was dead. She was in her nightgown that she had died in, and she must have been cold, Lana sitting on the other side of Dean and smiling when Dean rested his hand on her thigh.

He needed her right then, to help him through this and to add in things where it was needed about life up until now. To explain about her powers and her mother when the time came to it, and he just needed her to know that he appreciated that she was there for him and that she always had been. She was the one thing in his life that he had always been able to count on even when she had made choices he didn't agree with, and with kids waiting for them to return, he needed her to know that they were still in this together no matter what happened.

"How did you two meet?" Mary asked, wanting something happy before they began. "My eldest son has a wife, I just…I want to know."

Dean smiled, shaking his head a little. "At a wake, believe it or not. After you died, Florence explained to Dad what happened and he became a hunter even though she told him it wasn't what you would want. She wiped mine and Sam's memories of ever knowing Lana, and she took off when Dad started taking us on hunts."

"That sounds like Florence. She had enough to deal with without your father dragging you away where she couldn't always follow," Mary guessed, shaking her head.

"Yeah…but I met Lana out of all of it," Dean admitted, squeezing his wife's leg a little.

"I mean it wasn't the happiest day, because one of my best friends had been murdered by a vampire, but if he hadn't learned to hunt, I never would have gotten to see him fail so miserably at a cover for a hunt," Lana teased, scrunching her nose up at Dean playfully when he gave her a look. "What? She asked how we met. You were poorly undercover."

Dean rolled his eyes. "I was distracted by you obviously."

"Obviously," Lana put in, laughing a little as Mary did too.

Mary could already tell that her son was in love and invested, and regardless of not wanting her children to know the life, her eldest seemed alright. He was in capable hands too, if she was anything like her mother, but that worried her a little too because she knew how Lana was created. She'd been there to warn Florence against it, but there was never any convincing Florence otherwise when she set her mind to something.

"So you know then?" Mary asked slowly, not wanting to ruin this moment, but needing to know. "About…"

Dean nodded at his mother. "About how my wife is half demon? Yeah. I made my peace with who Lanni is a long time ago."

"How long did it take to tell him?" Mary asked before Dean could continue, looking at Lana.

Lana took a breath and glanced at her hands before she looked Mary in the eye. "Too long. I admitted the witch part long before I admitted the demon part."

"The Purgatory part?" Mary asked her slowly, understanding.

"I didn't even know myself until he did. My mother kept a lot of secrets, Mary. I spent a long time trying to figure out more of them when Dean and I…" she trailed off though, because Dean hadn't finished.

"There's just so much," Dean added, nodding at Lana's hesitation.

It was then that he started to explain that John was dead, and that there were angels and basically as much as he could without completely overwhelming her. She knew now that John had sacrificed himself for Dean, and that Amara had brought her back to life, and it was just so much to process, that Lana didn't even want to mention the kids. They hadn't even gotten around completely to Sam and Kate, even though they'd put in that Sam was married too, and to Lana's cousin no less.

At least that wasn't demon related, just witch.

"How long have you been married?" Mary asked when she realized that Dean was about to stop telling her information.

Lana smiled a little. "Ten years, going on eleven actually, this year."

"She's asking if we have kids really," Dean laughed, nodding when Mary nodded. "We have three. Sam has one—he and Kate agreed they only wanted to have the one, but we don't know how long that will last."

"Hell I'd take another one," Lana admitted with a shrug, blushing a bit. "I mean I'm good, I just…we can talk more when we get you home."

Dean was in agreement with that, smiling at his mother as they all stood and moved from their spot on the bench. They got into the car and headed back towards the sanctuary where they basically lived now even though Lana still had her house, Lana calling out to see if the kids were there with Kate.

"Thank God you're here!" Kate exclaimed, shaking her head. "I had to leave the kids with Annie. I got back here and there's blood on the floor, so that means that Sam is somewhere, and I swear to God I'm going to castrate whoever…who is this?"

Lana motioned to Mary. "This is your husband's mother. It's a long story that we will get to later. I'm sorry, blood on the floor?"

Just like that, everyone was on high alert, Kate explaining that she already checked the bunker and that the sign meant exactly what they thought that it did. So, Lana handed Mary a gun and then she took a deep breath, chewing on her lip as Kate and Dean went to do another sweep of the place.

"Well, you came back to excitement. I came back to excitement too when I was resurrected," Lana laughed, shaking her head.

Mary looked at her, taking a breath. "You died too?"

"Long story, but yes. Courtesy of my father being butthurt I didn't want to lead a demon army, really. I wasn't gone that long though, and it was just after coming back actually that Dean and I were blessed with Johnny," she admitted before she blushed shaking her head. "Oh, Lana, that is not the story to tell your mother-in-law."

"No, no, it's alright," Mary laughed, shaking her head. "I can tell from the way he looks at you, that you're ingrained in him. I can only imagine how happy he was to have you back in his life."

"We've been through a lot," Lana agreed with a nod.

She'd died, he'd been dragged to Hell, Sam had died, Castiel had been gone, Lana had released the devil, Sam and Dean had both been tortured, Kate had to deal with a demon blood fiasco…it was a wild ride. Then add on the horsemen and all sorts of issues, and it was a wonder they were here to day laughing about the little things.

"Where is Sam?" came Castiel's voice suddenly, Lana whirling around.

Mary cocked and raised her gun, Lana shaking her head. "No, no, it's okay. This is Cas. Or, Castiel. He's an angel."

"A what?" Mary asked as Dean reentered the room with Kate.

"And Angel. Wings? And a harp," Dean joked, smiling a little.

"I do not have a harp," Castiel told her, shaking his head before he hugged Dean and Kate, leaving Lana for last. "Who is this?"

Dean cleared his throat. "Um, Cas…this is Mary. Winchester."

"Your mother…" Castiel said, letting it sink in.

There was a lot to explain and little to no time to explain it all, Kate asking where Sam was and why Castiel wasn't with him anymore. He explained that a woman had come and banished him, Dean getting on the laptop and figuring it out. Mary was confused, but it was a new era, and they could catch her up later. Instead, they took her to go and see the Impala, Mary pausing to revel in how beautiful the car still was.

Lana watched her, smiling at the smile that it brought to Mary's face, not even imagining what would happen if Florence was here. There was a look on her face though, and Dean stood up suddenly, shaking his head. It was obvious that this car had a lot of memories for her, and judging by the smirk on her face, it was obvious that some of those memories were pretty good. Lana couldn't even hold back her statements either, which Dean loved her for, but definitely not right now.

"Oh my God, we had sex in the backseat just like your parents," Lana said, bursting out laughing. "We conceived a child the same way you probably were!"

"I need you to not," Dean told his wife, shaking his head. "Stop. No. Let's go find Sam."

Lana laughed a little more as Mary straightened up. "I'm just saying that this woman is who you got it from?"

"Shush," Dean chastised, stealing a kiss from her and looking her in the eye. "Do you think that you can track Sam through feeling?"

"It's always worth a shot, right?" Lana asked, taking a breath.

Kate shook her head. "Do it on the go because in case they have spells up to block you because you know—half demon so they wanna keep you out and trap and kill you—we need to be doing this the normal way. Besides, the kids are going to get worried if we're too late getting home."

Nodding, Lana smiled at her, going with them to track down whoever did this to Sam while trying to tap into her demonic powers she used so much better now. This was hard and this was nerve-wracking, but they'd all get through it and she knew it. They'd been through quite a bit, and she just hoped that they could figure out what was going on before Sam was in worse shape than he probably already was…

FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED! I just really needed to write my babies again in some form and MARY WINCHESTER. 3