LOOSE ENDS
By Riama
A/N: Okay, this story picks up right where the "The Visitor" left. That MUST be read in order to understand what's going on here, okay? ;-)
A couple of people mentioned in their reviews that Mary should remember the events of ep 4.03 (In The Beginning). Don't worry… There are still lots of loose ends for me to tie in this story (hence the title ;-)).
I hope you like it!
Thanks for reading!
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***THEN***
Missouri greeting a young blonde woman on her doorstep.
- Mary, honey, come in. You must be freezing out there.
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- Today's 15th of March of 2009, Mary. You've been dead for more than 25 years now.
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- My babies…
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- Tell me what happened after my death, Missouri.
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It was then, in that exact moment, when for a few seconds she saw the six months old baby he once was inside the 6'4 man in front of her.
- Sammy…
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Castiel: Someday your son will be the one to save the world Mary, and for that purpose he will need to be special.
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- Dean…
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***NOW***
Lawrence, Kansas
Missouri's living-room
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The morning light caught mother and son soundly asleep. There were no sounds to accompany the peaceful scene. Only the tic-tac of the clock could be heard, and maybe a few birds too.
Mary was half sitting on the couch, right elbow resting on the couch's arm, right hand supporting her head, legs half bended to her left. That couldn't be comfortable.
Dean was lying awkwardly on the too-short piece of furniture, his head resting on his mother's lap and his drool soaking her clothes just under his mouth.
Dean woke up suddenly and terror overtook him. He should be already used to that, it had happened almost every morning since his return from Hell.
He would wake up, soaked in sweat, not remembering where or when he was, afraid of being in the middle of some sick demonic game designed to play with his mind. Not knowing the difference between reality and nightmare. Not all forms or torture were physical, that he learnt the hard way.
He felt something warm on his hair and something soft under his head. But the scent of lavender was all he needed to find his bearings and relax. Mom.
He stood up slowly, careful not to wake Mary. And he stood there, in front of her, for a few seconds. Staring at her, not moving, afraid of blinking and finding out all it had been all a dream.
Finally realizing that she was real, like really real, Dean tucked her in with a blanket and left the room.
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Missouri was in the kitchen, busy making pancakes. She didn't look up when he arrived but he was sure she was perfectly aware of his presence.
He scratched the back of his head nervously, suddenly embarrassed by his outburst from the day before.
"Hey."
"Good morning Dean. Slept well?"
The truth was he had slept like a baby. No nightmares or hallucinations. He hadn't felt so himself in months. Last night he had felt safe enough to let himself relax. But he wasn't letting Missouri know that. That wasn't her frigging business! Anyway, she probably knew it already…
"Yeah, thanks…" He replied.
"Well… Don't stay there boy. Make yourself useful. Your family will be here any minute now. Help me with the breakfast, there should be some bacon in the fridge."
Looking slightly offended, he obeyed.
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When Sam got into the kitchen, bleary eyed and half asleep, he couldn't believe the picture in front of him.
Dean was cooking.
He rubbed his eyes and looked again.
Not only cooking, but wearing one of those "kiss the chef" aprons. Yeah, he must be dreaming.
The older Winchester heard him enter and looked up from the pan of bacon.
Sam simply gaped at him.
Dean replied by rolling his eyes dramatically.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer."
Sam took a step towards his brother, trying hard not to pull him into a hug. He had been so worried. So he decided to be angry at him instead.
"Are you okay? Where have you been? We were so…"
"I'm fine", he cut a little too fast. "Just needed some time to cool off."
He fixed his eyes on the food in front of him, not wanting to make eye contact with him. Not yet.
He finally raised his head and looked at Sammy, smiling.
"Besides, I left the Impala here. I would never leave her alone." Translation: I would never leave you alone.
Sam smiled back, getting the meaning behind his brother's words. After 26 years of training he had gotten pretty good at Deanish. His brother was fine. Well, maybe not completely fine, but at least he was closer to his old self.
"And with that I mean that I would never leave her alone with you. Thinking about how you corrupted her the last time…" He shuddered.
"That was an I-Pod, jerk."
"Bitch."
Missouri chose that moment to make her appearance. Good timing or privileged information? She smiled at the relaxed scene she suddenly found herself in. The boys were grinning at some private joke she didn't get, and she found herself smiling with them.
"Dean, go take a shower, you stink. Sam, set the table."
The boys stared at her but didn't move. Dean sniffed his T-shirt but said nothing.
"Move!" She commanded, and they hurried out of her way.