A Mother's Hug!
By No1butjoe
WARNING: SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 12X02 "MAMMA MIA".
Summary – Sam's always wondered what a mother's hug feels like.
Disclaimer – I don't own Supernatural or any related characters.
When I was around six or seven, I started asking my brother why we didn't have a mom. All the other kids in my class had one except for me. Dean tried his best to explain it to me and I guess since I didn't have any memories of my mother, his words made sense. Over time, I'd be lucky to hear stories about the woman who was gone by the time I was six months old, but when Dean did tell me, I kept those memories as my very own. I would imagine Mom making breakfast for me, cutting off the crusts of my sandwiches, hugging me when I was hurt or upset. Unfortunately, I had to grow up and those 'memories' faded. The mother my dad and brother told me about in stories was just that; a story.
When I eventually left Dad and Dean to go to Stanford, I experienced a whole other world. Looking back on it now, all the other students had parents seeing them off and wishing them well in their classes. Once again, I wished my mother was there to see me and tell me everything would be all right. I wished she was there to hug me and say how proud she was.
Years passed and I rejoined Dean on the road until we ended up in the Men of Letters Bunker. A home in every sense of the word. Dean decorated his room and, sometimes when I pass by it, I can see the picture of him and Mom on his nightstand. It's one of his favorite pictures and one of his most prized possessions.
Fast forward to now and here I am, standing in front of my mother who I know virtually nothing about. Yet my next words seem to penetrate her maternal instincts and it's like the past thirty-three years never happened.
"For me, having you here, it fills in the biggest blank."
I can't contain my emotions and, before I know what's happening, Mom is wrapping her arms around my neck and squeezing. I hesitate for just a second before my own arms wrap around her and, in that moment, I feel something I've never felt before.
A mother's love.
All the stories Dean had told me as a kid come flooding back and my mind registers the fact that now I don't have to wonder anymore. I know how it feels first-hand.
I know what my mother's hug feels like.