"Sam!"

The yell ripped out of his throat without warning. His focus drifted from the woman who for all intents and purposes, should be dead and instead to his brother who abruptly fell to the ground.

Dean ran over, heart pumping and crashed onto the grass beside his comatose brother. His ears were ringing, he couldn't comprehend what was happening. Doing what he could, he carefully flipped his brother onto his back and cradled Sam's head on his knees. What the hell was going on? Things were supposed to alright, he didn't die, surprisingly and their mother was alive. Their couldn't be anything wrong with his brother, not now.

"Dean!" His attention was divided when he saw Cas jog over towards them. The angel looked distraught at the sight of Sam. "What happened?"

He shook his head, "I don't know, Sam just ran in from the woods, caught one sight of Mom and fainted. Please tell me he's going to be okay. Cas..."

The elder Winchester looked up at his friend with sadness and a broken gaze.

Castiel bent down and reached out to press two fingers to the younger Winchesters forehead. He sent out a few tendrils of grace and sat back for a moment, a shy smile on his features.

"He will be fine Dean. I think he fainted from exhaustion and shock."

Dean sighed in relief, swiping hair out of his brothers eyes and placing a steady hand on his shoulder. He peered over at his companion and saw that Cas had taken notice of Mary Winchester, who was now making her way over towards them.

"I didn' faint," unexpectedly came in a low grumble between them."Too manly to faint. "

Sam slowly opened his eyes and blinked a few times to adjust to the light. His brothers green eyes stared back in what seemed like solace. "Hi."

"Hi? You faint and give me a heart attack and all you have to say is 'Hi?'" Came from Dean in a heartfelt, mocking manner.

Sam grinned, "Yeah."

"You little shit," Dean chastised, giving his brothers hair a ruffle before helping him sit up.

He was wary though, still waiting for the other shoe to drop. Could they be this lucky, for once?

Sam and Cas began talking, and he was still lost in thought about unlucky possibilities when a feminine voice echoed into the night.

"Is he alright?"

Sam woke as though he had been drugged, it was groggy, slow and he struggled to remember what had happened. He could hear vague voices in the distance. One had a distinct pitch and deep tone. Cas. The other was deep and concerned, one voice he could identify anywhere, Dean. So he was safe then, if he was with his brother and Castiel. The next question was where were they? He was slightly cold, could feel cool air and rustling of leaves. Could feel grass between his fingers and a damp frigidness against his back. Sam didn't have time to figure out that question, as a pressure was then against his head and he felt warmth seep through his whole body.

"...fainted from exhaustion and shock."

Taking a few more moments in his head, he decided to speak. "I didn' faint. Too manly to faint."

Opening his eyes, he saw that his brother was staring back. "Hi." He could point out stars and foliage behind Dean's head, so they were definitely out in the woods.

His brother looked shocked at his greeting. ""Hi? You faint and give me a heart attack and all you have to say is 'Hi?'"

He grinned, elation at seeing his brother alive and well. "Yeah."

"You little shit," his brother said in good nature and reached out to ruffle his hair in an act that he hadn't engaged in, in many years. Sam slowly sat up, with aid from Dean and noticed that Cas was kneeling beside them.

The angel smiled, "Sam, I'm glad you're awake."

He smiled back, "Thanks Cas, me too. How long was I out?"

"Only for a minute or two. I believe it was from exhaustion and shock."

Sam frowned. Shock. Shock from what?

"Is he alright?"

The question arose from a female voice, and all three men snapped their attention towards her.

He almost swore on the spot. Holy shit. It was their mom. It truly was, standing there in her bare feet and white night gown from the night she had died. She looked concerned. Sam's eyes widened and the reason he had passed out became clear. Chuck had been correct, and his brother and mother were alive. This was...this was amazing. Turning his gaze to Dean, he saw his brother was in the same state as him. Shock, yet contentment and happiness.

Mary raised an eyebrow, slightly unnerved by the intense stares. "Are all three of you alright? You look as though someone died."

Sam pressed his lips together, and fought not to let out a laugh. The way she had phrased their surprise was nothing close to the truth.

Dean was the first one to speak, "Well, uh, that's a long story..." he began, scratching his head.

She crossed her arms, "Like you supposedly being my son?"

"...yeah, like that," he finished lamely. "Look if you'll hear us out, we'll tell you why were all out here and what's going on."

Her eyes were intense and confused, but her curiosity must have won out. "Alright, I suppose that would be alright. But I would like to go home at some point."

Sam swallowed, and he saw Dean falter a bit at her words. "Yeah of course, but uh how about we go to our place first. Cas, can you zap us there?"

The angel nodded, and Sam was going to protest on behalf of Mary because she didn't have any clue about what was going to happen. Or the fact that angels existed.

But before he could speak, Castiel snapped his fingers.