The very thought that John was in her parents house at this exact moment was almost too much to bear.

She glanced at Dean who was fidgeting, he looked up and caught her eyes, giving her a wide smile. She couldn't help but smile back at him, reaching to take his hand in hers.

"You still remember the rules, right buddy?" Mary asked, her voice soft and heart twisting at Deans nod.

"Yep!" Dean said. "We're gonna see daddy but we can't let people know that it's daddy." his nose scrunched up slightly. "Mama? Why are we playing the game?"

"Cause for now...we just need to." Mary told him, feeling her chest tighten at the look at his face.

"So I can't...cuddle daddy?" Dean asked, looking up at her hopefully. "Or...even say daddy?"

"I'm sorry baby, you can't." Mary said, kneeling in front of him so that she could stroke back his hair. "I'm sorry, but not now."

"Cause o'the game." Dean mumbled, reaching up to grip at her hand. "I don't wanna play anymore."

"We have to." Mary told him, reaching out to hug him. He clung to her tightly and she savored it for a moment before pulling back. "You ready?"

Dean looked worried but nodded, holding onto his stuffed kitty tightly. "Kay." he whispered.

Mary nodded and picked him up, taking him to the car and carefully putting him into his car seat. She was procrastinating it as much as she could but eventually, they were on the road and even with obeying every single traffic light, sign, and letting every single pedestrian cross first, they were already there.

Mary stared up at her parents house and took one more deep breath, turning to look at Dean in the backseat. "Can you do this Dean?"

Dean nodded again, his hand coming up and his thumb sliding into his mouth. It was something she should break but at this time, she really couldn't give a damn about it. She picked Dean up and slowly went to the house, unlocking it with her key, and coming inside.

"Mary?" her dad called out, coming to greet her with a small smile. "Hey, there you are." he quickly kissed her cheek and ruffled Deans hair. "I was wondering when you'd come, so c'mon, John Winchester is here."

She felt Deans little intake of breath at that and held him closer to her, rubbing his back as she followed her dad into the living room.

And there he was, John Winchester sitting in her parents' house on the couch, looking up to meet her eyes. There was a quick flash of emotion and pain in his eyes that faded just as fast. He stood up, he was wearing a suit; all the letters wore suits, and he came to her.

Dean was shaking in her arms and she moved him, tucking him under her chin and letting him curl into her.

"Mr. Winchester." she managed to get out, nodding at him. She wasn't sure about the tone of her voice, she cleared it a few times. "Pleasure to meet you."

John nodded at her, he had started to hold his hand out but stopped when she didn't extend hers or move it away from Dean. "Pleasure to meet you Ms. Campbell." he said, his voice surprisingly even. "And this must be Dean," she felt Dean flinch at his name. "Samuel has told me quite a bit about the both of you."

"I'm proud and I'm a bragger, my two, almost three," Samuel nodded at her stomach. "Lights of my life."

John nodded, looking away and clearing his throat. Mary focused on her dad, watching John from the corner of her eyes, she couldn't help it. His hands were shaking too and he was just looking away from all of them, needing a moment, most likely to compose himself.

"Give Dean to me Mary, you shouldn't be carrying him around." Samuel said, sliding his hands along hers to take Dean. Dean tightened his grip, even giving a small whimper and Samuel became concerned. "Dean? What's wrong?"

"He's just shy dad. Being around new people makes him nervous." Mary said, the lie flowing effortlessly off of her tongue. "It's okay sweetie." she whispered to him. "Want to go to pawpaw?"

Dean brought his head up and looked at her, she managed a small smile at him, kissing his forehead. "Up to you sweetie."

Dean chewed on his lower lip but slowly let go of her, letting Samuel take him away from her, and moving to curl up against his chest instead, clinging hard to his kitty and staring at the ground.

She heard a sharp intake of breath behind her and turned to see her mom, staring at John and Dean, eyes going from one to the other.

Her stomach dropped to the ground and her hands were suddenly shaking. She really didn't like the look on her moms face at that moment.

Finally her mom looked at her, taking a moment to compose herself, and smiled at her. "Mary dear." she said, her voice slightly off. "You mind helping me in the other room for a moment?"

She couldn't say no, that was too suspicious, so she nodded stiffly and forced her legs to move, following her mother to the kitchen.

Deanna closed the door behind them, giving them some sort of privacy, and went to the counter, taking out a few bowls from the cabinets, not saying anything.

Mary felt like she was five years old again, in trouble and waiting for her parents to lecture and punish her. She fidgeted in place, fingers pulling at each other.

"Mom?" Mary asked, breaking the silence. She didn't want to talk about it but she needed to get this done with.

"I made enough vegetable soup for everyone and for you to be able to talk back." Deanna said, going to the stove and slowly pouring soup into the bowls one at a time. "I know you don't like vegetables but it's for the baby so I know you'll eat it."

Mary swallowed and nodded, shaking slightly as she stared up at her mom. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Mom?"

"I also made a couple other things for you to take, and let me know when you're going to the doctor again, I want to come with you." Deanna continued. "Are you still in pain?"

The pain had dulled slightly over the day but it made a pang went through her at the reminder. "Yeah, my lower back." Mary told her. "Mom?"

"I'll look through my old pregnancy books if there's anything about that in them. It's a bit worrying." Deanna continued, putting the bowls on a tray with spoons. "Mind grabbing the bread?"

Mary breathed out slowly and went to the other counter where Deanna had been baking the bread, grabbing at it and remembering to do it gently and not crush it. She brought it to the soups and set it down, turning towards her mom. "Mom, please."

She stopped when Deanna wrapped her arms around her, holding her daughter tightly and close. Mary froze, she wasn't sure what to expect but this wasn't it, but slowly relaxed into her mom's arms, bringing hers up to hug her as well.

Deanna rubbed at her back, holding onto her for another moment. Mary blinked back tears as she clung to her, burying her face in her shoulder, feeling very much like a child again.

All too soon Deanna pulled back enough to press a kiss to Mary's forehead before pressing hard against her as well.

"It's okay." Deanna said softly, the both of them just looking at one another. "It's okay sweetie, it's okay."

Swallowing hard Mary nodded, taking in a great shuddering breath. Deanna's hands came up to cup at her face, thumbs brushing against her cheeks with a kind smile.

"Mommy?" Mary whispered, voice breaking as she clung tight to her.

"It's okay." Deanna repeated, kissing her forehead once more. "It's okay Mary, it's all okay."

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