A Mother's Love Ch. 3

Disclaimer: See chapter one. I also do not own the copyright or lyrics to the song Hey Jude.

Author's Note: This chapter will go AU after Dean informs Mary about who she really is to them.

Previously: "Hate to break this up, but we need to get out of here." Dean informs his family as John helps him into the garage. He doesn't know how long Anna will be gone, so they need to find someplace safe where they can defend themselves before she makes a reappearance.

Listening to his wife and the two men in the backseat, John wondered if they were all certifiably insane. They were actually conversing about monsters of all things. "Monsters?," he questioned incredulously as he mind struggled to believe that such things even existed.

"Yes John, monsters are real." Mary answered with hesitation knowing just how stupid it sounded to her husband.

"How long, how long have you been fighting them?" John asked, taking a quick glace over at his wife.

"All my life." Mary answered truthfully, knowing how much it would upset her husband. "Please John, you have to understand…"

"She didn't exactly have a choice." Dean interrupted from the back as he tried to support his mother.

"Just shut up, all of you. Or so help me I will stop this car…" John said, trailing off as his mind became overwhelmed with taking in so much at once.

"Wow, this is an awkward family road trip." Dean mumbled under his breath so that only his brother could hear him.

"Yeah, no kidding." Sam answered, remembering just how many times his father had issued that threat when they were young. He and Dean both knew to shut up then or risk their backsides feeling the effects of their father's calloused hand.

The rest of the trip was made in silence as they made their way to a cabin in the woods that Mary's folks had kept as a safe haven for hunters in need. Stopping only long enough for Mary to pick up a few things at the store, the small family arrived at the cabin nearly forty five minutes later. Walking towards the door, Mary explained to the others about how the cabin has been in her family for years.

After Mary entered the small cabin and turned on the lights, Dean whistled in appreciation upon seeing the demon proofed cabin. All of the fixtures looked like they were made of pure iron and ruins and sigils were scattered about the place.

"There should also be plenty of holy water and salt in the cupboard Mary told the brothers as she placed the sack of groceries on the table. "There are also knives and weapons stored in various places within easy reach should we need them."

"All that stuff will do is just piss the angels off." Sam politely informed his mother, knowing that the things Mary was used to using for protection against demons had no effect against angels. Feeling a tickle in his throat, he emitted a deep throaty cough into the crook of his elbow.

"So what'll kill it?" Mary questioned, looking at Sam with concern. Even though he'd been trying to hide it, she could tell he was getting pretty sick and was surprised he was still steady on his feet, but then it wasn't her place to push him to admit it.

"There's not too much that can." Dean answered, entering into the conversation. "But we can beam her right off the starship using this." Dean stated smugly as he pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and showed his mother the sigil that was drawn on it.

"So how big does it have to be." John questioned, tired of being left out of everything. He might not be good enough for anything else, but at least he could draw some damn sigil or whatever the hell it was called.

Explaining that the sigil had to be drawn in human blood to work, Dean was amazed when his father pulled out a knife and sliced his own hand. "Like I said, how big does it have to be?"

John listened as Dean explained what to do and then went to work.

Watching as his father drew the sigil, Sam complimented his dad on how good of a job he was doing with it. After all, the man knew next to nothing about the hunting life at this point in his life.

So tell me Sam, how long have you known about hunting?" John asked to break the silence as he finished painting the sigil on the wall.

"Basically all my life. I was raised a hunter." Sam replied as he fiddled with the hem of his jacket.

John was totally dumbfounded upon hearing the statement. He couldn't help but wonder just what kind of idiot would raise their own children to hunt monsters. "What kind of parent does that to their own child? I mean, what kind of irresponsible bastard let's a child anywhere near a monster…he's supposed to protect you."

"He died trying." Sam softly replied as he glanced up at his father with tears in his eyes. "I used to be mad at him, I mean I used to – I used to hate the guy. But now... I get it. He was just doing the best he could. And he was trying to keep it together, in this impossible situation." Sam then went on to explain how his mother had been killed and how she was the love of John's life and that if his dad didn't go after the thing that killed her, well, it would have driven him totally insane. Knowing that he would never get another chance to tell his dad how he felt, he looked at John with tear laden eyes. "Truth is, my dad died, before I got to tell him that I understand why he did what he did. I never got to tell him that I forgave him, for what it did to us and that I love him."

John didn't really know what to say to the heart felt words so he just nodded his head in understanding. He was about to ask another question when the man in front of him paled significantly and was astounded when the man's knees buckled and he collapsed to the floor.

~~Supernatural~~Supernatural~~Supernatural~~

While John and Sam were talking in the other room, Mary realized it was the perfect time to find out why the angels really wanted to get her. "Okay. You said you'd explain everything when we had a minute. We have a minute. Why does an angel want me dead?

Dean tried to put Mary off as he talked around the situation, but when she threatened to walk out the door, he knew he had to answer and did so bluntly. "You're our mother. We're from the year 2010 and we were snapped here by another angel…a friendly one. I don't know how else to explain it." When Mary didn't believe him, the eldest sibling went on to explain that their names were Dean and Sam and that they were named after Mary's parents. He then informed his mother about how she would make him tomato rice soup and sing Hey Jude to him when he was sick as a youngster.

Mary was highly upset upon hearing the news, wondering how she could have raised her children, if in fact they were, in the hunting life that she hated so much herself. Knowing that the information was hurting his mother deeply, Dean was forced to explain to her about how she had been killed by a demon on the night of November 2nd, 1983 and that it was their dad who had raised them in the hunting life.

Mary was about to respond that John would never do something like that when they heard a crashing sound coming from the other room. Looking at each other, they both rushed into the other room to find Sam lying on the floor, nearly unconscious.

"Oh my God, Sammy." Mary gasped, the mother side coming out instinctively as she rushed over and knelt down by his side. Looking at the pale young man lying on the floor, she could finally see the resemblance to her husband and knew right away without a doubt, that yes, that was her baby boy lying on the floor.

"What the hell happened?" Dean asked with a glare, as he looked towards his father questioningly.

"Hey man, I didn't do anything." John answered as he raised his hands in innocence. "I was just talking to him and he collapsed.

"That's probably because he's burning up with fever." Mary explained as she placed a hand to Sam's fevered forehead and gasped at the heat she felt radiating from him. "John, you and Dean get Sammy onto the bed over there." Mary ordered as she palmed Sam's cheek lovingly before stepping away.

"Mo-mom, I do-don't feel so go-good." Sam groaned, opening his eyes when he felt a soft hand placed upon his cheek.

"I know you don't baby, but mama's here and I'm gonna take care of you." Mary answered as she grasped his hand and gave it a slight squeeze.

"What the hell?" John wondered upon hearing Mary's words. It was obvious the young man was delirious and thought that Mary was his mom, but why did his wife just refer to herself as such? He didn't really have the time to contemplate the idea as he and Dean began to lift Sam from the floor and then carry him over to the bed.

"John, I need a bowl of cool water and a washcloth." Mary told her husband as she sat down on the side of the bed once the men had Sammy situated. "Dean, there is a first aid kit in the bathroom, go get it for me. We need to find out how high your brother's fever is."

"Yes Ma'am." Dean answered with a smile, even though he felt a little pang of jealousy at the way she was taking over what had always been his job….taking care of Sammy. This would be Sam's one and only chance to experience what it was like to have his mom taking care of him and damned if he was going to get in the way of that.

Focusing her attention on her youngest child and carding her fingers through his hair, Mary said, "Sammy, I need you tell me exactly how you're feeling and don't try to downplay it for me either."

"My head and throat hu-hurts and I'm aching all ov-over." Sam admitted as he began to shiver, too exhausted and in pain to even think about lying to his mother about how he felt.

Grasping the blanket that was folded neatly on the bottom of the bed, Mary said, "Here, this ought to help." As she placed the blanket lovingly over her shivering son.

"Thanks Mo-Mom." Sam stuttered as he smiled at the way his mother was tucking the ends in around him.

Mary was about to respond when she saw Dean walking back into the room with the first aid kit. Taking it in her hands, she quickly flipped open the top with the red cross painted on it and then scanned through the contents. Finding the thermometer, she pulled it out knowing that it had already been sterilized after the last use.

"Open up Sam, I need to find out how high your fever is." Mary said as she shook the thermometer before placing it in her son's mouth. Waiting the required amount of time, she pulled it out and was unhappy to note that Sam had a fever of nearly 102.

"Hey Tiger, how are you feeling?" Dean asked with concern once the thermometer had been removed from Sam's mouth allowing his baby brother to talk.

"I've be-been better." Sam admitted with a moan, his whole body aching from whatever was making him sick.

"Yeah, I don't doubt that." Dean replied, as he watched John return with the bowl of cool water.

"Thanks Babe." Mary said with a smile as she took the offered bowl and placed it on the bedside table. Dipping the washcloth into the water, she began to mop Sam's fevered brow with it, causing him to whimper from the shock of having something so cold placed against his skin.

"Shhh, you're going to be okay sweetie." Mary said with a soft lilt to her voice and then she began to sing.

Hey Jude, don't make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better

Hey Jude, don't be afraid.
You were made to go out and get her.
The minute you let her under your skin,
Then you begin to make it better.

Between the sound of his mother's angelic voice singing to him, and the way she kept wiping down his fevered forehead, Sam soon found himself drifting off to sleep.

TBC