Mary hurried back to the bunker as quickly as she could, not caring about the speed limits and relying on the police tracker on her dashboard to keep her safe from the law.
She parked the car hazardously in the garage and grabbed her bag, moving as quick as she dared to the main room where she knew the boys would be. They barely had a moment to realize she was there before she came forward and wrapped her arms around Dean and Sam.
"Are you okay? What happened?" Mary demanded, stepping back enough to look at the both of them.
"We're fine, we're okay." Sam assured her, placing his hand on her arm. "Michaels...Michaels gone. Jack killed him."
Mary glanced to the side where Jack was, standing almost bashfully. "He did?"
Jack nodded, wringing his hands in front of him. "I destroyed him, I used soul magic at first." he said, glancing up at her from under his eyelashes. "And then I...I took his power for myself."
Mary blinked at that, looking between the three of them. "You took his power?"
"He took Michaels grace as he destroyed him." Dean told her. "So he's all back to himself and all powered up." he grinned at her and hugged her once more, something she easily returned. "And now, we're going to celebrate."
Dean broke out the good whiskey, some of the stuff that the Men of Letters had been saving for years before Sam and Dean had even got here. They promised to save her some for later as Sam made her another smoothie instead.
They had dinner, Dean cooked for them, and talked. Cas joined them as well and Jack despite the fact that neither of them had to eat. Cas also congratulated her on her pregnancy and offered all of his help as much as he could to ensure her pregnancy will be comfortable.
She felt herself calm down more and more as she smiled at her little family, wrapping an arm around her stomach as she thought for a moment about the new life that would join them soon.
"I've been trying to think of names really." she told them, leaning back in her seat with a small laugh. "We've already used our parents names."
"Not dads parents." Sam pointed out. "Henry and..."
"Millie, Millicent." Mary offered. "Your grandmother's name is Millie."
"Never really knew much about her." Dean said putting more food onto her plate, he had been making sure that she was eating more.
"Henry or Millicent don't really sound like good names." Mary said shaking her head. "We've still got time to think of something."
"We have time, we have a lot of time now that Michaels gone." Sam said, glancing at his brother once more with a smile. "It's all going to be alright now."
Mary excused herself after a few more minutes together, she told them that she was tired and she needed more rest. All the boys were quick to agree and wished her a good night.
Sighing she hoisted her bag up a bit and went to her room. She locked the door behind her and leaned against it for a moment before she carefully placed her bag onto the bed, not wanting to unpack just yet.
According to the boys Michael was dead, not only dead but Jack had destroyed him and taken his grace, bringing himself back up to his original power of being a nephilim.
Michael was dead, Jack was powered up again, and...and...
Michael was dead.
For a moment her chest warmed and when she looked up at the mirror her eyes flashed with a deep blue grace.
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