Hi! This chapter is mostly a rewrite of the second half of chapter 6 of Memories of You but mostly from Mary's point of view.

Hope you enjoy it. :)

Chapter 2

With a few pit stops and some liberal use of the term 'speed limit', Mary arrived at the bunker just before 6. Getting out of her car she entered the bunker, thankful that Dean hadn't taken away the key after their huge disagreement.

"Dean? Are you here?" she called, closing the door.

"Down here!" he replied. Mary made her way down the stairs and met Dean at the bottom, "Thanks for coming." he said.

"So what's the big emergency that I had to leave my hunt?" Mary asked, looking towards her youngest who was still seated at the table. Sam was looking at her with wide eyes and looked as if he was unsure of his mother standing in front of him. Mary noticed he also had something smeared across his face. "What is that all over your face Sam?" She asked, Sam only sunk further into his chair.

"It's fluff and chocolate" Dean said from beside her.

"Why does he have fluff and chocolate on his face?" She inquired.

"Because he has been cursed and thinks he is four, and when he was four all he would eat was fluff and chocolate." Dean stated.

Their conversation was interrupted by a small voice.

"Dean?"

"Yeah buddy?" Dean asked moving back to his younger sibling.

Mary immediately noticed a change in his posture and tone, a softening in his whole persona. She watched as Dean crouched down beside Sam and placed a comforting arm across his shoulders, talking to Sam and trying to reassure him that the strange lady in front of him was indeed his mother.

"Hi mommy! Looks at the picture I drewed" He said, proudly holding up a book covered in bright scribbles.

"It's very nice Sam." Mary said as she watched Dean quickly gather up the pencils Sam had manage to send rolling across the table. Sam went back to his picture, apparently satisfied that A, she was his mother and no one to be afraid of and B, she approved of his drawing. Dean walked back to Mary's side and as they stood watching Sam colour and sing to himself began to fill her in on the situation.

"So Rowena thinks it is something called a 'clinging curse' and it should wear off in about a week." Dean told her.

"I don't understand Dean, if this is going to wear off, why do you need me for this?"

She knew she had made her first mistake as soon as the words left her mouth just by the hardening of Deans eyes and the shift in his stance, fortunately she was saved from whatever Dean was about to say when Sam chose that moment to knock over the glass of juice that was in front of him. With the lightening reflexes that a lifetime of hunting had given him, Dean was across the room and mopping up the mess with a towel that had magically appeared from nowhere. Mary watched transfixed as Sam apologised over and over, seeming to go into a complete meltdown over the spilt drink, Dean, however, just kept up a soothing voice and reassured him again and again. She made note that Dean told him that their dad wasn't there and wondered what kind of father John had become after her death.

"Isn't that right mom?' Dean had spoken to her, pulling her form the frozen state she had fallen into as she watched the scene before her unfold.

"That's right Sammy." she answered, her motherly instincts kicking in as she moved to comfort her youngest son. She stopped and looked to Dean, knowing somehow she needed his permission to go closer. He nodded and she moved around the table and crouched down beside Sam. Giving him her kindest smile she said, "No-one is mad at you."

With some quick diversionary tactics Dean managed to distract Sam and get him settled again. Picking up Sams now empty glass and the plate that had the wet towel on Dean asked Sam if he wanted another drink. Getting a positive answer Dean informed Sam that he was going into the kitchen with their mother. With a quick tilt of his head he indicated that he wanted her to follow and then turned and left the room. Mary watched Sam for a few more moments before following Dean into the kitchen.