The first day of babyhood was everything Dean and Mary had hoped for. As soon as he woke up from his nap, Dean was picked up by his mother, who instantly started playing with him. Together they played, laughed, and smiled together. When Dean got hungry, Mary fixed him a bottle to suck on until his dinner was ready. She fed him in a high chair she'd set up during his nap and fed him mashed foods until he was filled. Then she played with him for a few hours, gave him a bath, put him in his pajamas, read him a few stories, and settled him into bed.

The next morning she awoke bright and early at seven o'clock and made breakfast for herself and her son. Then, while she waited for him to wake up, she started cleaning up the bunker. She was in the middle of cleaning the library when she heard him shifting in his crib over the baby monitor. She came into the nursery just as he opened his eyes.

"Good morning sweetheart. Did you sleep well?"

He nodded, reaching up to her. She swept him into her arms and gave him a kiss. Then she took him into the kitchen where she fed him some scrambled eggs for breakfast.

"Mommy has a surprise for you, baby." She crooned. He smiled up at her, excited and curious. "But you'll have to wait until this afternoon."

He frowned at that, and she laughed. After breakfast she checked his diaper, and sat him in front of the TV to play for a little while while she made a call. Everything was still on when she hung up. She made a point of distracting her son until the clock struck noon. Promptly, there was a knock at the door.

"That's your surprise." She said, hurrying to the door. When she swung it open, Abrielle was standing there with Castiel on her hip.

"Mary!"

"Bree!"

The two of them hugged briefly and kissed one another's cheeks.

"Come on in." She said, ushering them inside.

"This place looks great." Abrielle complimented.

"Thank you. I spent the morning cleaning."

"It paid off." She said, smiling. She went over to where Dean was sitting and gently sat Castiel on the floor next to him.

"Hello Dean." Abrielle said, smiling. He waved timidly at her, remembering how angry she had once gotten at him. Castiel sat beside him, babbling unintelligibly as he played with a plastic ball on the floor. Dean started playing with the stacking cups placed in front of him. Satisfied that both boys were occupied, Mary looped her arm through Abrielle's.

"Come on, let's grab a drink."

They walked to the kitchen together, where Mary pulled a bottle of Chardonnay from the refrigerator.

"Where are Chuck and your boys?"

"He decided to take them out to a baseball game. Male bonding."

"How fun."

"For them, maybe." She said, smirking as Mary got two wine glasses from the cabinet. "What about Sam? Where is he today?"

"He's off on a hunt."

"By himself?"

Mary nodded. "He figured we might need time to adjust."

"Smart boy."

"He did get into Stanford." She said proudly.

"Impressive. I went to Radcliffe at Harvard myself."

"That doesn't surprise me."

"Really?"

"No. Where else would your sons get their smarts from?"

Abrielle laughed. "True."

Before she could take a sip of her wine, Castiel's ear-splitting cry resounded through the air. She set her glass on the counter and went over to where he was bawling on the floor. She swept him into her arms and cuddled him close.

"What's the matter, baby boy?" She asked, bouncing him up and down. It only took her a minute to realize that he needed a change. Mary showed her to the nursery and Abrielle changed her son while he sucked his thumb tiredly. When he was changed and calm, she sat him next to Dean again, and they began playing together. Satisfied, she grabbed her wine from the counter and sat with Mary on the couch.

"Has Castiel made any progress since he's been home?" Asked Mary, sipping her Chardonnay.

"Not yet. But he's still recovering from his surgery, so I'm not surprised."

"Have there been any side effects?"

"Not since he's been home, but when he was in the hospital he had the runs."

"Yikes. Thank God you didn't have to change those diapers, huh?" Mary laughed.

"Absolutely." Said Abrielle. "But I did miss doing it when he was in the hospital. Strange as it sounds."

Mary nodded sympathetically, just as the door swung open and Sam entered the compound.

"Believe me, I get it. After I passed away I would have given anything to change one of Sam's diapers."

"You never know what you've got until it's gone." She murmured.

"I'll drink to that." The two of them clinked glasses and drank some of their wine.

"Mom, I'm home!" Called Sam. He walked in to see his mother and Cas' mother sitting on the couch, wine glasses in hand.

"We were just talking about you. How was the hunt?"

"It was fine. The ghost is dead."

"That's good."

"Where's Dean?"

"With Castiel." Said Abrielle.

Sam nodded, impatient. "Okay."

Abruptly, Mary turned to Abrielle, face suddenly very serious. "Do you hear that?"

Silence greeted her question. The two of them shared a concerned look and ran over to where their children were supposed to be playing. There they were met with an adorable sight.

Both Castiel and Dean were lying on the floor, toys scattered around them. Each of them had one arm of a stuffed bear in their grasp, and both were fast asleep. Mary turned around to her youngest child.

"Sammy, go find the camera and bring it here."

Sam looked at her bizarrely but did as he was told. When he came back, Mary took several pictures before putting the camera away. Abrielle quickly conjured up another crib for her son. Then, as one, she and Abrielle picked up their children and set them both in a crib. Both of them kissed their children and whispered something special to each of them before letting them sleep.

Together they collapsed back on the couch.

"Motherhood can be a real job, but moments like that make everything worth it." Said Abrielle. Mary smiled.

"I couldn't agree more."

Abrielle picked her glass. "To our boys."

Mary's grin widened. "To our boys."

With a clink, they finished their wine glasses. Mary managed to laugh.

"Now this is a play date to remember!"