When Mary came to once more she felt like she was dragging herself out of being underwater. She breathed heavily as she laid on the bed, swallowing hard.

Her arm went down to her stomach and curled around the bump, pushing back the urge to start crying when she was reassured that it was still there.

Groaning and gritting her teeth she managed to sit up, dragging herself up using the headboard as support. She glanced around and saw that she was in a motel, not sure of where it was.

She heard someone in the bathroom and immediately she was on guard as best as she could be. She looked around and spotted a bag on the table and forced herself to get out of the bed and go towards it, hoping that there was a weapon she could use in there.

She was inches away from the bag when the bathroom door opened and a familiar voice called out to her, "Mary?"

Mary whirled around, eyes widening. "Jack." she whispered. The small bit of adrenaline that had shot through her faded and she came forward to him. "What are you….where are we?"

Jack came to her as well, looking around, he had a wet towel in his hand that he held onto. "We're in...a motel outside of Lebanon." he said. "I...Sam told me to take you and get you out, you were unconscious so I was driving but then...you got a fever."

Mary's hand came up to her forehead, her hand was a bit clammy. "I think I'm okay now." she said before her memories came back to her full force. "Michael-"

Jack hesitated and looked away, wringed at the towel. "Sam told me not to talk about it."

Mary reached out and took his arm in hand, moving so that he would look at her. "What happened?" she asked, desperation in her voice. Her other hand came up to her head, the buzzing she had gotten used to from Michaels presence was gone and it made her sick to her stomach.

Jack still didn't speak, focusing on the towel instead as he folded it.

"Jack!" Mary shouted, shaking at his arm. "What happened? Where is Michael?" her voice cracked and broke. "Where are my sons?"

"Michael...gave them an ultimatum. You or Dean, one of you guys had to be his vessel." Jack finally said. "He threatened you and he threatened the baby and Dean...Dean wanted to say yes."

"Wanted to?" Mary repeated, feeling just the slightest bit of hope at the tense use. "What do you mean wanted to?"

"Sam...Sam did something." Jack said slowly. "I don't know what he did, he and Dean were shouting and there was a bright light but...then Sam came out, carrying you, you were unconscious." he put the towel to the side. "He asked me to take you and get out, told me to just drive away and not come back until he called and said we could."

Jack glanced at her and then took her by the arms, gently bringing her back to the bed and helping her sit down.

"I need to talk to them." she whispered, hands going to her pockets and finding them empty. "Give me your phone."

Jack hesitated but then shook his head. "Sam told me not to."

"Sam's not here, I am his mother." Mary told him, feeling herself start to shake. "Jack give me your phone."

"I can't." Jack said quietly. "I can't Mary, I'm sorry."

Mary shook her head and looked around the room, trying to figure out where Jack would be keeping his phone. His jacket was placed to the side and she quickly got up, going towards it.

She felt Jack grab her arm and before she could twist free he put a handcuff on her wrist. When she whirled around he did the same to her other wrist.

Mary looked down at the handcuffs and then back at him. "What is this about now?"

Jack looked up at her. "Sam also told me to use them." he said quietly. "Angel containing handcuffs."

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