The moment Sam told him that Dean was moving, rushing to the garage and getting into his impala and getting onto the road. Michael was silenced and was pushed down as far as he could be at the moment and screw everything else, Dean needed to be there.
Dean tried not to think about the possible repercussions about what could happen once he was there. Michael was quiet for the time being but that didn't mean that he was going to stay like that. They still had no idea the real deal with Michael's grace inside of their mom and the baby. Was the baby a full nephilim or only part? Was that why mom was still alive?
Was she going to be okay? Was the baby going to be okay?
Dean tried to breathe evenly as he drove, tightening his grip on the steering wheel as he pressed the pedal more to the ground.
After what seemed forever he finally reached Donna's cabin, forcing himself to park and stop the car in place.
Sam came outside, most likely drawn out by the familiar sound of the impala's engine. Dean got out of the car and went to his brother, reaching out to hold his arm. "What happened?"
Sam glanced back into the cabin. "Babies here and moms asleep more or less." he said, reaching out to tug Dean into the cabin. Dean let himself be guided inside.
Once inside he nodded at Cas and his eyes went to Jack who was holding a small bundle in his arms. Jack glanced up at him and then at the bundle, shifting a bit away from him.
"She's okay, you can look at her later." Sam told him, knowing what his brother needed to see and as much as he wanted to see his new little sister, there was something else that was just a bit more important he needed to know was safe.
From the corner of his eyes he could see Jack shift a bit more, holding onto the bundle, his little sister a corner of his mind told him, protectively.
The two of them came to the door and Sam reached out to knock, listening for a moment before he opened the door and stepped to the side for Dean to enter.
Swallowing hard Dean came into the bedroom, his breath catching in his throat.
There, on the bed, was his mom. She looked horrible, there was no other way to put it. She was too thin and looking as if she had gone ten rounds with a wendigo and lost a few of those times. She was pale and gaunt and looked as if she had been dead for hours.
But then she opened her eyes and looked at him, smiling softly at the sight of him because she was alive.
And there was nothing more important than that.
"Dean." she whispered, her hand coming up towards him. It was shaking from exertion and he could tell it was taking everything she had to lift it.
Dean immediately crossed the room to her, reaching out to take her hand in his and holding tightly.
"Hey mom." he whispered, feeling his throat close up slightly as he managed a shaky smile at her. He tightened his grip on her hand. "I'm here."
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