Mary watched Jack move back and forth in the cabin as he moved from the kitchen to the living room, hands curled around a cup of green tea and the cup resting on top of the bump that was her stomach.

After a few minutes of watching this Mary finally spoke, "What are you doing?"

Jack glanced at her and continued to move, bringing more things into the living room. "I'm trying to minimize how much you have to move." he said, opening one of the boxes and handing her a bag of dried bananas. "Sam said this is supposed to be good for you."

Mary took the bag and stared at it for a moment, wishing that it was a bag of doritos instead. "I don't think at this point it's a big deal, if the child is a nephilim then it's going to be born healthy no matter what I eat."

"Well this is just to make sure." Jack told her as he opened another box and started to pull out more healthy snacks that had Sam written all over it. "And...it's something."

Meaning that it was something that he could do, as little as it could. She was going to die bringing the baby to life and Jack wanted to feel useful in some way or form.

Sighing softly Mary opened the bag and started to nibble at a piece, at the very least it tasted like bananas. "Jack..." she said slowly. ""Can I ask you something...personal?

Jack glanced at her and stopped moving around. "Of course."

"Do you remember when you were born?" she asked, feeling a small pang when she saw the uncomfortable and guilty look on his face. "Anything at all?"

Jack slowly put the box he was holding down, staring at the table. "I remember...screaming. A lot of screaming." he said quietly. "And...I remember hearing a very loud crack."

"What was the crack?" Mary asked softly, not wanting to hurt him but wanting to know at the same time.

Jack shrugged slightly. "I...I don't know. I thought that it was the universe, because I created a crack in the universe, but...maybe it was my mom."

Mary tried not to imagine what had physically cracked in Kelly when Jack had been born but her mind painted a picture she wanted to ignore.

"Anything else?" she asked, putting the chips to the side and taking her tea again.

Jack shifted from place to place, hands wringing together slightly. "I remember being in pain, because...I was...like this." he gestured to himself. "I wasn't a baby, everyone believed that I was going to be young but I needed to come out old enough."

"Why did you feel like you needed to be old enough?" Mary asked softly.

"I knew that...I was in danger, that everyone around me wanted to...hurt me in some way. My mom always would talk to me at night when she couldn't sleep. She would tell me that I was in danger and that I needed to be ready. She told me that she wasn't going to be around when I was born and that while Castiel was going to help protect me, I had to be ready and I had to able to defend myself."

He turned away from her and wiped at his eyes at that point, his shoulders shaking slightly.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pushed." Mary said, getting up and going towards him.

"Its fine, I'm okay." Jack said quickly, looking up at her, his eyes slightly reddened. He reached out and gently brought her back to the couch. "Its okay Mary, you...you deserve to know."

Mary let him move her back and sat back down on the couch, reaching to hold onto his hands. "I'm still sorry."

Jack swallowed and nodded. "Me too." he said quietly, making sure that she was okay before he turned and went back to the kitchen.

Mary nodded and looked down at her stomach, placing her hands on top of it and just taking a deep breath, swearing that she could feel a kick there.

"It's going to be alright." she murmured to it. "You're safe, you're going to be loved so much, your brothers love you, I love you." she closed her eyes and just felt the moment for as long as she could. "You are so loved baby."

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