For a moment, neither of them breathed or moved, just staring in utmost shock at the person in front of them.
They had done it.
They had really done it.
It almost felt like they were moving through a dream, slowly getting up and going to her side. Mary was coughing hard, trying to force air into lungs that had been, for all intents and purposes, dead.
It was hard work, possessing a body that had been dead. You had to force the body to remember being alive, force all the organs to work again. It was restarting a factory that had been shut down, but once you got the pieces moving once, that was enough to make it work on its own.
After all, a human body was designed to keep fighting for survival.
Sam and Dean knelt beside her, reaching out for each of them to take one hand. Mary flinched back hard, almost pulling away.
The senses were the hardest to control at first. Once the body was kicked into working it was the senses that overloaded you. It was forcing the nervous system to work, all those pesky little things that it took for a human being to be able to do simple things like hear and see, all those things they took for granted.
It was hard work to force them back into working once more.
But slowly, piece by piece, it worked. Her soul filled the body and forced it back to life. Slowly the black slid away from her eyes to reveal green. Slowly color filled her face once more and her hands weakly held onto theirs.
It was like a cloud had lifted as her eyes struggled and then settled on them, looking at one and then the other in turn. Her lips parted and she almost looked confused before realization hit her. She struggled and the two of them, still holding onto her hands, reached out the rest of the way to help her sit up, her limbs barely working.
She looked at the both of them in shock and wonder, eyes taking over their features and bodies as best as she could. Her lips parted and trembled slightly, black covering her eyes again as her control slipped.
She knew who they were. It was a thing they had talked about, when they discussed her coming back to life. It had been years, almost eleven years at this point, that she had been dead and had seen them last. They had been children back then, they were adults now. They had changed, they had grown up, and as a result, they weren't completely sure if she was going to know who they were.
But she did. She recognized them, she knew that they were Sam and Dean.
She knew that they were her sons.
Her mouth moved, trying to talk, trying to force a tongue and throat to form and make the sounds. Maybe she was too parched, maybe it was just that her body was still trying to come back to life. Whatever the reason, she couldn't really speak.
But she mouthed the words as best as she could. "Sam." she mouthed, eyes wide and hands shaking. "Dean."
"Its us, its us mom." Dean whispered, his voice cracking slightly. "It's us."
They could hear footsteps coming closer, looking up they saw Azazel walking towards them. He circled around the three of them, what could almost be called a soft look appearing on his face as he stared down at Mary.
"You boys did it." he murmured, a glimmer of pride in his voice. "Have to say, I had a feeling you could, but didn't think it would work out. Thought maybe that you two would die doing it. But here you are." he looked over his shoulder, smirking slightly. "What do you think John?"
Mary's eyes widened further and she tried to follow his gaze, her breath coming out in a sharp exhale. "John." she mouthed, staring at the man.
Sam moved between them, blocking Marys view of him and turning to glare at the man. John, for his part, seemed frozen in place, face completely white and drained. A mixture of emotions played over his face, the most prevalent longing.
"Mary." he whispered, taking a small half step towards them.
Sam let go of her hand so that he could step in between them completely, glaring and narrowing his eyes. His glare alone was enough to keep the hunter from moving forward towards them.
From the corner of his eye he could see Dean move to scoop Mary up bridal style, holding her close. Stepping back, Sam turned to look at their grandfather and the other Princes.
"May we go?" he requested, hoping that the answer was going to be yes and not sure what they were going to do if it wasn't.
Much to his relief Azazel looked thoughtful and then nodded, waving his hand. "We'll be summoning you soon boys." he told them. "So be prepared to answer."
Sam nodded, grateful and thankful, and moved with his brother to go back to the impala. A lone jar caught his attention and he grabbed it, whirling around to face John who had moved to follow them as well.
"Jo wants to know what happened to her parents?" Sam called out to him, getting his attention. He tossed the jar at the man who fumbled but got a grip on it, staring into the jar with two souls that kept trying to curl around one another. "That's them right there."
Not waiting to see what his reaction would be Sam turned and hurried after his brother, Dean had put Mary into the backseat and had opened the door for him to slide into easily as Dean got into the driver's seat. Once the doors were closed and everything was in place Dean got them onto the road, hurrying away from the cemetery as fast as he could.
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