Nothing is more surprising to her than that when Mary wakes up, she wakes up.

She opened her eyes for a moment and bit back a whimper at the light, immediately she felt someone next to her putting a small cloth over her eyes to block the light.

Mary's hand grappled aimlessly until the person reached out and took her hand in theirs, squeezing tightly. She squeezed back as much as she could and realized who was holding her hand.

It was hard to move around she realized, she felt as if she was mummified, her entire body felt bandaged and she could feel the weight of the gauze bringing her down more.

"Sammy." she mumbled, realizing when she felt his thumb rub against her hand.

"Hey mom." he whispered, shifting enough that he could hold her hand in between both of his. "How you feeling?"

"Like crap." she said truthfully, a small smile tugging at her lips despite everything. "What happened?"

His hand slid enough to touch her wrist and she realized that both of her wrists were bare, the handcuffs were gone. "The cuffs-"

"Broke." Sam said softly. "They were destroyed actually, the grace..." he took a deep breath. "Michael had tried to summon his grace back, it still calls to him despite everything because it came from him. The grace tried to answer but the handcuffs prevented it from leaving you but...it did do something else."

"What?" Mary asked, trying to keep the urgency out of her voice. She tried to reach for her stomach but Sam reached out to hold her back. "Sam what..."

"The kids still in there, its okay, so far as we know." Sam told her and she tried to focus on his voice, it was calm despite everything and she tried to let it ground herself as well.

"So what happened?"

Sam held onto both her hands, she could feel him swallowing. "The grace burned you, badly mom." he told her. "Its not...its not pretty and..." he took a deep breath. "Cas has been trying to figure out what's happening as well, he said that archangel grace is very powerful and hard to control, even for the archangel themselves."

He brought her hands down back onto the bed but didn't let go of her. "From what he said the fact that it didn't kill the baby yet is a good thing and a bad thing. It's good in that the baby is going to be alright but it's guaranteed that its going to be a nephilim now."

Mary laid back down on the bed, cloth still on her eyes. She tried to calm herself and held onto her sons hands. "So it's all official then." she said softly.

"We're still looking for more information and we're not going to stop." Sam assured her. "We still have time mom."

"How bad am I?" Mary couldn't help but ask, a part of her wanted to look and another part didn't want to know.

Sam hesitated and that was answer enough. "That bad huh?"

"Not good." Sam finally said. "It's a lot of burning and scarring over but," he let go of one hand to look under the bandages on her arm. "Its healing already. We think the baby is healing with you the grace."

"Burned and healed by the same way." Mary couldn't help but smile before it faded. "Two months right?"

"Yeah, that's what we think." Sam said quietly.

A part of her couldn't help but think about the fact that in two months she might be back in heaven with John and she tried to banish the thought, she had to focus on the now and her kids.

"Okay." Mary said quietly, closing her eyes despite the cloth over her eyes. "I'll just...stay here in bed for now."

Sam rubbed at her hand once more. "Me too." he said. "I'm going to stay for a bit before going back to the bunker."

Mary nodded and tried to go back to sleep, images of her children, of what the baby might look like, the wish of John being with them playing in her mind as she fell asleep.

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