"Remind me why I had to wait in the car." Mary said the moment her boys came back. She had been annoyed they had told her to stay. Like a dog. Inside the car.

"We have no disguise for you. No FBI id, no formal women's clothes." Dean replied calmly.

"No women's clothes at all." Sam intervened as he opened the door.

"I don't care about women clothes. Where can I get an FBI id?" Her eyes

glittered.

Being completely honest, neither Sam nor Dean wanted her to get involved in any of this. Her hunting along with them meant an extra life they had to care for. And they didn't want to lose her. Not again.

"Bobby did ours, but he's gone now." Sam said looking at her. "So, we'll have to look somewhere else."

"Gone where?" Mary asked, but upon seeing the sad faces upon her two sons, she comprehended. "Oh. I'm sorry."

"It's all right." Sam shrugged. "It was a long time ago.

"And we've seen him since." Dean added.

Mary was confused.

"Hey! Maybe Garth could do hers." Cass said happily the idea. He remembered Garth having said once he was the new Bobby. Sam and Dean turned to him, Sam's eyes wide and Dean's angry. "What?"

"They don't want me to get one." Mary giggled.

"You won't. You won't hunt!" Dean was almost pleading. "You can't"

"Honey, I've been hunting since I was a little girl. I can take care of myself." No one said anything for a minute. So, trying to get over the moment, Mary asked them to fill her in. And they did.

Dean gave her all the main points until Sam, playful as he was, added the detail of Anna being attracted to Cass and having invited them to the party tonight to dee the vase. He said the last part in a sensual manner, implying that actually seeing the vase was not meant. That seeing the vase was an excuse. Or the vase was something else entirely.

Mary raised her eyebrows and looked at Cass while the latter looked at the floor. "I told them it wasn't true but they insisted." He mumbled.

Mary looked at Dean and saw, for a moment, how his eyes rolled and sighed.

"So we need to prepare for the party, huh?" Mary asked.

"Prepare?" Sam replied. "How?"

"Well, if it's fancy you can't wear the Feds suits. She just saw them. Do you guys have a tux or something?"

"I think we do." Dean frowned. "We found some in the bunker. The only problem is…" He signaled towards Cass with his head.

"They did fit!" Cass cried.

"You swam in those."

"I did not!"

Sam laughed. "Yeah, they were too big for you, shorty."

Castiel shook his head, "I can't wrap my head around the fact that, coincidentally, all the suits were your exact size."

Sam and Dean looked at each other, a smile hidden in their faces.

Mary couldn't help but notice the kind of relationship they all had. It was playful. It was serious. It was family. And with her….it was as if they were trying too hard. They were trying to make it work. And she promised herself she would do whatever she could to make it easier. She could break into their little family.

"Maybe we should go shopping, then!"

Sam and Dean frowned. Castiel grinned.

Seeing both his mom and Cass so happy to go shopping made Dean agree. "Everyone get in the car, then." And they did.

"We'll impress that admirer of yours." Mary said to Cass. Sam laughed. Castiel blushed. And Dean…well…Dean grunted and turned on the engine.

Cass didn't know what to think with everyone saying that that girl liked him. Last time he thought a girl liked him, it turned out she did like him but as a babysitter. It was embarrassing to him. He'd thought he'd finally understood human nature but turned out he did not. And he'd felt…deceived.

He didn't want to think a girl liked him. He couldn't believe that girl liked him. To be honest, how could anyone prefer him over Sam or Dean? Sam was tall and muscular and Dean was…Dean.

Dean was beautiful.

How could anyone see past those two and land on him?

Mary handed him several suits in the store and he tried them on. He didn't see much difference in them. But both Mary and Dean stared intently at him in one.

"I think this is the one." Mary whispered while looking at Cass. The suit she had picked made his eyes brighter, his hair darker, his skin softer and his smile kinder.

And Dean agreed, although not with the same meaning.