Mary managed to sit up in the bed, Sams arms around her to help her move.
"I hate feeling this weak." she said softly, pressing her head into his shoulder.
"I know, but you're getting better every day." Sam told her, turning his head to kiss the top of her head as he settled her in the bed. "You'll be up and moving in no time."
"I hope so." Mary said, smiling at him tiredly. "I'm going out of my mind in this room, there is only so much Netflix I can watch."
Whatever Sam was going to say he stopped when the door opened and Dean came in, holding onto Millie.
"Hey mom." Dean said with a smile at her, shifting the baby in his hands until he could hand it to her. Mary felt her arms shake slightly from the weight but she laid back in the bed, holding the baby close to her.
"She's bigger." Mary said softly, smiling down at her daughter. Millie laughed at her and reached for her face. She used her finger to press down one of Millie's lips down. "And her teeth are coming in."
"Yeah." Dean said sitting at the edge of the bed. "She's growing faster and honestly, we're expecting her to start talking soon."
"I can't tell if you're joking or not." Mary said looking up at him. She stared at her oldest child for a moment. "How are you?"
"I'm fine." Dean assured her. He looked at Sam once more before back at her. "Michael's been quiet the entire time."
"That's not as comforting as I want it to be." Mary said, looking down at the baby. "It's just a matter of time before something happens."
"We'll be okay, we'll deal with it when it happens." Dean said softly, also looking at the baby with a fond smile.
"It's going to be fine mom."
Sam rubbed at his eyes as he walked into the kitchen, going to the counter to pour himself a cup of coffee from the pot. He glanced around the cabin, suddenly awake.
There was a stillness in the cabin that was making him more and more uneasy. Jack was on the couch, sprawled out and asleep. Or at least Sam thought he was, when he stepped closer and reached for Jack to shake him awake, the kid didn't move.
Sam quickly checked his pulse, steady and alright, his head snapped up and went straight to his mom's room.
"Mom?" he asked, knocking harshly on the door. He didn't bother to wait for an answer before he opened the door and came inside.
To find an empty bed, the sheets rumpled and thrown to the side.
Heart in his throat Sam immediately went to the small crib and looked into it as well, gritting his teeth when he saw the empty crib.
"What the hell?" Sam all but snarled, gripping at the crib tightly before he pushed away from it. He then spotted an angel banishing spell drawn onto the wall and he took a deep breath. Without looking he already knew that Dean was also gone, along with their mom and Millie.
"Michael."
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