A couple of months later, things around the salvage yard had come to a comforting routine. Cases can few and far between. Everything seemed to have calmed down in the world. Mary was going through the living room, cleaning up some of the books that ended up being thrown around the room. She was putting the last book on top of the stack when she noticed something in the corner of her eye.

Reaching down, underneath the couch, she noticed what looked to be a black feather. Once in her hand, she realized that that was in fact what it was, except substantially larger than the would be on a normal bird. She was analyzing it closer when someone tapped on her shoulder. She quickly jumped toward the tap and noticed Dean looking at her strangely.

"Are you okay?" he asked her, concern lacing his voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"I was calling for you and you didn't respond."

"You did?" I didn't hear you, I guess. I was looking at this feather, wondering how it got in here."

Mary held the feather up to her oldest son and recognition filled her eyes.

"Cas had been molting, or whatever Sam calls it, a lot more lately. I try to get all of the feathers, but that doesn't always work." He pried the feather from her hands and put it inside of his overshirt.

"Cas had wings? I mean, I knew he had wings, but actual wings."

"Yeah, you're not supposed to see them. They'll make you go crazy or burn your eyes out. Even just seen the feathers... You really should mess with them."

"But you've seen them?"

"I'm the righteous man," Dean said lamely, with an audible eye roll. "But I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Shoot," she said, settling down onto the couch, indicating for her son to do the same.

"How hard do you think it would be to get out?" Dean asked after taking a deep breath.

"I don't think I'm the right person to ask. You've seen how that worked out."

"It worked for at least four years."

"I did my best to drop off the face of the earth, hoped no one would look into my maiden name," Mary contemplated. "I get the feeling that the same thing isn't going to work here."

"Yeah, too famous at this point," Dean shrugged.

"Why are you thinking about this now?"

"Well, Cas looks like he is about to pop. Now that the kid's closer to being here... I guess... I kind of get it. Before I didn't get it, but now I do."

"You do have something I didn't think of," Mary comforted.

"What would that be?"

"Having people there for you," Mary stated. "I thought I could do it all on my own. I don't know if it was stupidity or naivety. You have Sam, Cas, Bobby, and me. If anything were to happen, there are people there who know what is out there, I'll never know what would have happened if I had someone else by my side, but at least you have a chance to do something different.

"And if you can't completely get out, I think everything will be fine as long as your child knows that you love them. Children are resilient. Love and having somewhere to call home goes a long way."

"Any suggestions for what a high school dropout and someone who is supposed to be dead can do?"

"You're a mechanic and we live at a scrapyard. I'm pretty sure that you can figure it out," Mary said, patting his cheek as she stood up.

"What about Sammy-boy?" Dean asked with a grin.

"What about Sam?" a voice came up from behind the two.

Mary and Dean turned around to see Sam standing there with an expectant look on his face.

"Without hunting, what do you think you'd do?"

"You're serious?" Sam asked, trying to hide the happiness from his voice.

"I think we've saved the world enough times. I think we deserved a break, at least until the kid's grownup.

Sam took a moment to think about it. "Well, I can't exactly be a lawyer anymore."

"Seeing as you are a gigantic nerd, you could always work at the library," Dean joked.

Mary shook her head and left her two big babies joking with each other. This is exactly what she wanted for the kinds before it all went to hell in a handbasket. It took a twenty-some year break, but maybe her dream was still on track.

Walking into the kitchen, Mary noticed Cas sitting at the table, rubbing his growing stomach. Looking at the baby bump, she noticed it was a lot large than it had been a couple of days ago. If she didn't know better, she would think that he was nine months along and would go into labor at any moment.

"I'm going to assume that you hear the entirety of the conversation," Mary told him.

"I did," the angel responded.

"Is it possible?" she asked.

"It might be. Heaven has no plans for them nor would I allow them to. As much as I hate him, we have a "working relationship" with Crowley. He will come to us if something we to happen."

"Crowley?" Mary asked, raking her brain for where she heard that name before. "He's the king of hell, right? Never thought I'd hear something like that before."

"For all his flaws, he's good at his job," Cas said that as if doing so was causing him pain.

"How much longer until I meet my grandchild?" Mary asked him, changing the subject.

"Probably a couple of days. I can feel their grace trying to separate from mine."

"Only a couple of days!" Mary screeched. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? I have to get everything ready."

Mary practically flew out of the room. she had barely started getting the house ready for her grandchild thing she had a couple of months left instead of days. She grumbled under her breath about angels keeping things from her as she continued on her way.