Sam gently placed Mary on the motel bed, Dean was on the phone ordering delivery for the three of them.

"We remember that you don't like most foods, but it's mainly for your system to really start up." he said softly, taking one of her hands in between both of us, massaging it slightly.

If a demon didn't really care about the body they would ignore most of the systems that were necessary to make it work, namely the digestive system. Most demons couldn't really eat food, they'd have to focus to digest it and most of it tastes like sulfur to them as well.

But Mary had enjoyed a few things, focusing on the texture of the food more so than the taste. And the vessel was her body so she did care to make sure that everything was working properly.

Slowly his massage seemed to work and her fingers were twitching to life, gripping back at him as much as she could. He reached for her other hand and started to do the same, massaging life and feeling back into her limbs.

Dean came over with a glass of water, helping her to sit up and slowly drink it down, a look of relief passing over her face as the cool water soothed her parched throat.

"It's gonna be a tough couple of hours." he said, putting the glass to the side once she had finished. "But we're here and we're gonna make sure that everything is okay. We're going to look after you...mom." his voice hitched at the last word, choking him slightly.

Sam looked at his brother, reaching out to gently touch his arm, feeling tears of his own gather in his eyes.

Despite everything, despite their confidence, despite their belief in one another, a big part of them wasn't sure that it was going to work. Or that if it did work then something was going to go wrong. Or that they'd mess up somehow and bring someone else, not their mother, back to life.

But they did it. They brought her back, with no problem, with no repercussions, with no side effects of any kind. All three of them were together again like they should be.

And they had a lot of catching up to do.

"Alright, first things first." Sam said, needing to clear his throat a few times to make sure that he didn't choke up. He saw Mary's fingers twitch and they reached out to take her hands once more.

"There's a few things to catch up on mom." Dean said, his voice low and heavy, smiling when Mary tried to squeeze his fingers with hers. "Um...it's been about...twelveish years?" he glanced at Sam. "We think...Hell's kinda messed with our perception of time."

"Let's go with twelve years." Sam confirmed. "We left Hell about...tenish years ago, came to top-side pretty much full time, only going back to Hell when we really needed to."

"Found that storage locker you kept for us pretty fast, got everything from there, especially the car." they saw Mary smile at that. "Don't know if you saw it or whatever but it's what we've been using."

Mary nodded at that, eyes shining slightly. She moved her hand as best as she could, her fingers slowly moving to tap against their palms. Morse code they suddenly realized, she was trying to talk to them as best as she could.

"You two?"

"How are we?" Sam asked to clarify, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand when she nodded. "Well," he looked at Dean for a bit of help.

"We're fine." Dean said, bringing one shoulder up and down. "We've been focused on this, on bringing you back, for a few years now, it's kinda all we've been focused on."

Sam nodded. "We've been focusing on each other otherwise, minimal contact with the other demons. It's only lately that Azaz-grandfather and the other Princes took interest, they wanted to see if we'd really be able to bring you back to life."

"He said that they'd be in contact with us and we know that that's not anything good." Dean said. "But, we'll get there when we get there."

Mary looked thoughtful for a moment before a look of worry appeared on her face and she tapped out another message.

"What about John?"

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