Mary (1.09 "Home")
If I stay…
My boys are here. My precious boys! If I could cry in this form, I would be sobbing. Look at them, all grown up! They'd cringe to hear me talk about them like that, but it's been years since I've seen my sons. Sammy, my tiny fussy baby, tall as a mountain, and – oh, Sammy, who let your hair grow so long? And Dean – Dean, my brave boy, a big brother to his core: my heart, or what passes for it, swells with pride as I watch him step instinctively in front of Sam, willing to die to protect his little brother. More than anything I want to speak to them, to touch them, to let them know I'm here.
I'm here, boys. Mommy's here.
I could stay, I realize. I could stay here with them, enjoy this moment, and follow them to heaven. But no. The instant I think it, I know I won't. It will mean expending the last of my energy, but I will gladly do whatever it takes to protect them. I am a mother, after all, and these are my babies. My all-grown-up babies, who deserve decades more of whatever happiness they can find in this life.
And so, for a second time, I die – once more to save the children I love.
