Shortest chapter in the story. Next chapter is the epilogue.
Before Dean could open his eyes, he knew he was neither on the floor of the church or at the hotel. He turned onto his back and opened his eyes to look at the ceiling of the bunker. Looking over at the chair, he saw a very angry wife. She had her eyes closed as if she was contemplating his life.
"Do you have any idea how scared you've made us?" She asked. Her eyes opened to slits.
Dean sat up and looked at her. "Where are the kids?"
"Don't change the subject. They're fine." He winced at the bite in her tone. "What the hell happened?"
"It was't that bad. We went on a case and got into a bit of trouble. I'm fine."
"So fine that after Cas healed you, you didn't wake for a day?" His head snapped back a bit, that was news to him.
"It wasn't anything unusual."
Mary let out a big sigh and looked down at the floor. "I know it wasn't anything unusual. Honestly, that's what kind of scares me. This is our lives and each time we step out of that door there's a good chance we aren't coming back." She paused for a moment and he didn't dare interrupt. "It's different now. I know your dad wasn't the best. I can't and don't want to imagine living what's left of my life without you. We both know what it's like to lose a parent. Could you honestly do that to our kids?"
Dean looked at her. He hadn't thought about it. That sting of losing his mom never went away. "I'm sorry. You and the kids are the most important to me aside from my brother and Cas. I'm not gonna stop hunting, but I will be safer."
Tears fell from her eyes. "That's all I ask." They kissed and poured their love into it.