First things first, the easy part. Rebuilding their moms body to give her soul something to come back into.
They debated to find a temporary person for her to possess but it had never been something she enjoyed. Even once she turned into a demon and escaped Hell she searched for the remains of her old body and rebuilt it.
This way was easier, it gave her her old body back, just as she had rebuilt it back then they were doing the same now. And it would drive home the fact that she was back more.
Not to mention through the reestablishment of her soul, body, and mind would ensure that it was Mary Campbells soul that was returned from the empty and no one else's.
Dean did the spell for her body, using the blood on the shirt and the hair in the brush as a guiding point. The dirt and mud around them crackled as it was wove itself together to form a human body. The wind picked up and for a moment, they couldn't tell what the spell was creating.
But then it calmed down and there she was, Mary Campbell's body was laying on the ground. With a shaking hand Dean stroked back her hair, taking a deep breath as he looked at Sam. They could hear a choking sound from John but ignored him.
Surprisingly neither Meg nor the Princes said anything, for the first time they held a bit of the power in the situation and as a result, the latter was to be patient with them and what they were doing.
It was both an intoxicating and terrifying feeling to have the Princes watching your every move.
Nodding Sam swallowed and knelt down next to the circle had been created. Dean tenderly picked up Mary's newly created body and joined him setting her down in front of the circle like an offering.
Taking a knife out Sam held his hand out over the bowl in the middle of the circle and cut his palm, letting the blood drip down into the bowl. He handed Dean the knife and waited for him to do the same.
They were her sons, they had her body, put together it was a guiding force for her to find her way out and home to them.
Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter, flicking it open and a lit with a twist of his wrist. He dropped it into the bowl, watching the fire suddenly climb high as the runes activated.
Sam reached for the suitcase that Crowley had given them and opened it, tipping it forward so that all the souls that were inside of it were poured into the bowl. There was a hard pulse of energy and being that echoed around them the moment the souls were claimed by the bowl and devoured, breaking them into pieces for the energy of life in its purest form was destroyed and recreated.
They did the same for the jar that was closest to them and the next, not caring how long it was going to take them. With each soul that was added, the more dense the air around them became, the heavier they could feel the magic course around them.
The more they could feel the cracks between the realms deepen.
They still had a few souls to go before they paused, not even needing to look at one another to know what the other was thinking anymore.
They could feel the crack, they could feel something almost gnawing at it in response. Their hands found one another and they recited the words from the book, they had stared at it for so long they didn't need to look at it, the words were branded into their heads.
"Qui dormiunt, ad dominum formosum. Nexus noster, restitutus est." they murmured in unison. "Surgas ex abysso, in lumine exsistas."
For a moment, nothing. Then a crack as loud as anything, a sound they felt to the deepest marrow of their bones, sounded and bit by bit, piece by piece, it started to widen and open, revealing a dark, empty abyss void of life.
The Empty.
They tightened their hands around one another. Sam brought the next jar over and Dean opened it, pouring it into the bowl as an offering.
They didn't have that many jars left.
"Qui dormiunt, ad dominum formosum. Nexus noster, restitutus est." they murmured in unison again. "Surgas ex abysso, in lumine exsistas."
Despite the never ending and never changing scenery that was the Empty they could almost feel something shifting inside of the crack, almost like something clawing at it towards the light.
They opened another jar and poured it into the bowl, letting the soul and blood flow down into it and be broken apart.
The opening they had made shuddered and crackled, snapping almost angrily around them as slowly, barely noticeable unless one was looking as intensely as Sam and Dean were, bits of a blackened soul was starting to emerge from it.
They opened another jar.
"Qui dormiunt, ad dominum formosum. Nexus noster, restitutus est." they murmured in unison, their voice rising to be heard over the sound of the soul being deconstructed. "Surgas ex abysso, in lumine exsistas."
They watched as the blackened soul crawled and clawed its way out of the Empty, screeching in a voice of a higher plane that only demons or angels could hear.
It was a beautiful sound.
The soul strained and pulled and pushed itself free, guided and aided by the souls that Sam and Dean had offered.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the chains holding the soul back and imprisoned in the Empty broke and the soul surged forward, into the body that Sam and Dean had prepared.
Almost with no fanfare and no hint everything stopped and disappeared. The opening shut itself with a crack and everything else settled, only the barest hint that something had happened.
And suddenly Mary's body arched upwards, eyes snapping open to reveal black eyes as the body gasped for air.
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