Sam ended up carrying her around the bunker for the time being. She apologized, multiple items, but each time was just met with another smile and reassurance that it wasn't a problem for him.

Millie also seemed to like it, she was on Sams shoulders gripping onto his head and looking around in wonder from her vantage point. She didn't want to ever get off of him, enjoying the added height more than anything else.

Sam also didn't mind that, he seemed to enjoy it more than anything. Often Millie would remain there all the time regardless, even when he was at the table reading she was on his shoulders and slumped over his head to watch what he was doing.

Mary smiled as Sam carefully put her down on the couch, they had moved it from the library into the main room so that she could lay comfortably and staying with them.

Sam smiled back at her and reached up, carefully picking Millie off of his shoulders and placing her on the couch with her. Millie pouted for a moment before she curled up against Mary's chest and arms.

Mary tucked Millie under her chin, holding her close. "So what are we doing today?"

"Relaxing." Sam told her firmly. "You're still recovering and we just got rid of Michael, we all need some time to just...relax."

Mary glanced down at Millie who looked back up at her, her daughter smiled and then slid her thumb into her mouth once more.

According to the books she shouldn't encourage the thumb sucking and should be trying to break it.

But at the same time she didn't really see a problem with it and taking everything else in their lives into consideration, the thumb sucking wasn't that big a deal.

"It feels weird not to be focusing on something, there has to be something we can deal with." Mary insisted. "Calling other hunters, trying to see if there is anything left of Michaels monsters or-"

Sam reached down and took one of her hands in his, holding onto it tightly. "Mom." he said softly. "We can take a day off, focus on ourselves, focus on healing and just about the fact that Michael is dead. One day isn't going to be a bad thing."

Mary wanted to argue but then she looked her sons over. The bags under their eyes were still heavy and the stress lines were still there. Sam still had his beard again and there was another one growing on Dean as well.

They needed this as much as she did, they needed just a little bit of time to get back onto their feet. They needed to be a family again and even if it was for one night, they needed that.

Slowly Mary nodded and laid back in the couch, holding Millie to her. "Okay." she said softly. "Also Sam, I'm sorry about your room."

Sam blinked at that, sitting on the couch next to her feet. "What about my room?"

"That everything happened there. That Michael's wings are on your wall." Mary said apologetically. "I'll clean that as soon as I can."

"Mom stop, it doesn't bother me, it's alright." Sam said, a slight scolding sound to his voice. "I'll clean it up, it's not that big a deal."

She didn't believe him but at the same time she also knew that there wasn't much she could do. She needed his help to move around the bunker and she was in no condition to be going and cleaning.

"You can stay in my room if you want." she offered instead. "The bed might be a bit too small but at least it's away from everything."

"Mom it's okay, I'll take care of it." Sam assured her with a comforting smile. "Please, don't worry about this kind of stuff."

"It's going to be okay."

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