John shifted on the couch, looking through his magazine. Honestly there wasn't much else to do in Heaven, not since he separated himself from the memory playback. Heaven wasn't really all that amazing once you got past that, just contentment. He was glad about one thing, the one real memory he had before he came to heaven. The sight of the demon who put his family through so much pain lying dead on the ground, his son Dean standing in front of him where he could actually reach out and touch him, and his other son Sam standing nearby, safe. It was over, the family life mission complete. Surly the boys had been able to move on now, Sam to go back to school, Dean to settle down and build a home. It had put his soul at peace and allowed him to enter heaven with no difficulty.
He had hoped he would find Mary, but sadly it seemed Heaven had other plans. He had been in loops of memories, memories of his time with his mom, memories of his time with Mary, with the boys. After he broke out of those memories his Heaven just stabilized into his and Mary's home, the home they had planned to raise they're boys in. Without much else to do John found himself going over car magazines with a few beers and music.
The front door opened and John looked over, confused. No one had once entered that door since the memory reel stopped playing, but to his surprise, Mary had stumbled in looking around in confusion. John frowned. Mary looked older than she should have been, older than when she died. She wore clothes he couldn't recall seeing on her before, clothes like she was ready to out on a hunt, which was impossible! More importantly, he had no memories that this could be recreating. Then she looked at him and stopped, her face draining of all the color it held.
Mary had no idea what was going on. One moment she was trying to talk to Jack, to get him to talk to her, then everything when white. When he vision came back to her she was directly in front of a door and decided to open it, seeing no other options. It was her old home, the home from many years ago. An uncomfortable feeling began to worm its way into her stomach. Seeing movement she realized she wasn't alone and turned to the couch to see someone she hadn't imagined she would see. "John." she breathed out. John looked just as shocked as she felt and he climbed to his feet.
"Mary?" John moved forward a few steps, reaching out. Mary took a step forward, putting her in the reach of his hand. He slowly brushed his hand along the side of her face. She didn't vanish, his hand didn't go through her. He dropped his hand to her shoulder, grabbing onto it with all the force he could summon. With the small wince on her face he knew she felt it. She was real! She wasn't an image, or a memory. Mary was right in front of him, somehow! John let go of her arm in favor of grabbing her and pulling her to her chest, hugging her. He felt her tense up for a moment before she slid her arms around him, hugging him back just as fierce. "I can't believe it. You're really here."
Mary was just as stunned. If this was really John, then she was in Heaven. She was dead! She briefly wondered how she died and hoping that whatever killed her would leave Jack alone, unless it was Jack who had killed her. Then she let the thought fade from her mind. Jack would be fine. The boys would be fine. And her? For the first time in a long time everything was right. John was here, in her arms, and this time he wasn't going to fade away. "I am." she assured him. She wasn't going to leave him, not now that they finally found each other again.
John felt tears fill his eyes. He didn't understand how or why this had finally happened, but he wasn't about to question it. He pulled back just enough to kiss her and she kissed him back. John didn't want this moment to end, but eventually it had to and they broke away. As John looked at her smiling face his thoughts went back to his boys, they're boys.
A feeling of pain and dread filled John's heart. He had to tell her what happened, how he had lost himself to revenge after Mary's death. How he had learned about the monsters that existed in the world and how he dragged the boy into it. He took their choices from them, made them go with him on the inane hunt, and they suffered for it. What would Mary say when he tells her all of it? About how he forced Dean to be a parent to Sam and a hunter while he was still an innocent child? How he put Dean in danger on all those hunts he dragged him on, even back when he was nine years old while Sam was away with a family friend, ignorant to the danger his father and brother were in? How Sam had to watch his girlfriend die on the ceiling of their college dorm room because he got too close to the demon in his hunt for revenge? How he had chased Sam away in the first place and told him to never come back to his family? How the whole thing was over the demon trying to use Sam and John had never gathered the courage to tell the boy but instead put a task on Dean that he wouldn't put on his own worst enemy? Yet he had seen what happened to the boys, that it didn't end in pain and torment. Mary would be so proud of them too. Of how loyal and dutiful Dean was, standing by his family through everything. How Sam was so intelligent, enough to get a full ride scholarship to Standford for a law degree. Most importantly, how the boys stood by each other and looked out for each other. "I have so much to tell you." John admitted. He felt Mary bury her head into his shoulder.
Mary had an idea of what John wanted to tell her. He probably had much more to say than what Sam and Dean glossed over, and she was sure he would tell her the things the boys had purposely left out to make their dad seem like the good guy. However she had to tell him what she had hidden too. She wondered how he would feel, knowing how all this with the demon was her fault? How she started all this with her hunter life, with the demon she made a deal with? How would he feel learning she had been revived? How she had distanced herself from the boys and even joined an organization that one of the members of tortured Sam and tied up and beat Dean? She didn't know what John thought happened to the boys, or if he could even remember the experience in 2019 thanks to the pearl, but she knew that he would be proud of them. She wanted to tell him all about Castiel and Jack. About how Sam was a leader now, had created his own team of hunters who followed his orders. How Dean was strong enough to cage an archangel with his willpower alone. But most importantly how the boys had created their own little home and family. How the boys still stood by each other no matter what. "I do too." she admitted.
John ran a hand through her hair. He could hear how pained her voice was and it confused him. What could she possibly have to tell him? Maybe about her time as a ghost in their home, tied and trapped in that house until Dean and Sam burst in and she had to use her entire existence in order to keep them from getting killed? Or maybe there were regrets that she never got to tell him when they were alive. At the end of the day none of that mattered. They were finally together again. "We have all the time in the world." he encouraged. John pulled her to the couch and the two sat down. Mary curled up into John's side and he wrapped an arm around her. For now, all that mattered was that they were together and he wanted to enjoy this peace before they told each other everything they needed to.
So I decided to actually write a real story about Mary and John's adventures in Heaven together. I don't know how many chapters I'm goin to write, or how far I wan to take this, but in the next chapter we see Cas when he came to check on Mary and find out where she is. I hope you like it. If you have any characters that you want to see, or anything that you want John and Mary specifically to learn about their boys, let me know so I can add it to the list. I'm planning onjust doing a bunch of visits to the Roadhouse where John and Mary can learn more about the boys adventures through their friends and reunite with old friends of theirs as well!