"Looks like my dad gets his wish of his name being used." Mary tried to joke, succeeding in smiling and making John smile as well. She looked down at the black and white picture once more, trying to make heads or tails about it.

She could pick out...bits. If she squinted she could see that it was the shape of a baby that was slowly coming together to look like a human being.

Dean was leaning into her side as well, his head pressed against her stomach and staring at the picture in her hand. He reached out to gently touch it, finger moving along the white blob.

"Little brother." he mumbled, snuggling closer to her. Her free hand came up to stroke at his hair and just hold him, not wanting to let go any time soon.

Maybe it was the whole idea of him becoming a Man of Letters, or maybe it was all the fear of losing baby Sammy, they could call him that officially now because they knew what it was. But regardless, she just wanted to soak up all the cuddles that she could with Dean for as long as she could.

She still wasn't sure how to feel about it, she was trying to remain calm despite everything else and that involved trying not to panic about her son becoming a Man of Letters.

Maybe it was the part of her that belonged to the Hunters, even if she denied it it was in her blood and she was damn good at it. The whole animosity between the two had been a driving force between her and John's relationship, it had been exciting when they were teenagers, a secret entanglement that held a lot of repercussions if they were caught.

They just never thought that this was going to be the repercussions they faced, with two kids being taken into two very different routes.

Sighing Mary let go of the picture so that Dean could take it, shifting slightly to get a bit more comfortable. John came into the room with a plate of snacks for the three of them, sitting on the couch with her.

She wasn't really hungry, she hadn't been hungry for the past few days, but she forced herself to eat whatever it was that John gave her.

Her parents were going to come over later and apparently so was his parents. His parents had wanted to meet Dean officially as his other set of grandparents, and honestly it wasn't something that she could deny them, no matter how much she wasn't up to hosting or seeing anyone else for the time being.

At the very least she could just claim that she's tired and go to her room and just stay in bed. Take Dean with her for good measure so he didn't get overwhelmed and just cuddle him for hours.

That sounded nice.

But with everyone being together they could actually discuss the whole...everything. About her pregnancy, about the Men of Letters, about Dean and baby Samuel.

She was not looking forward to her dad and the whole thing about her and John and everything else.

"John, what was growing up like for you?" she asked softly, staring at the ceiling. She could see John look at her but she didn't move just yet.

"I don't really have that much to compare it to." John said slowly. "A lot of classes as I got older, a lot of restrictions that came as a teenager." he handed Dean a piece of the apples he had cut for them. "It's mostly a lot of learning and memorizing, it was only with us when we were teenagers that we were encouraged to get out a bit more."

"Guess they realized that being shut in all day with old books isn't really that good." Mary said, looking at him with a smile which he met.

"Guess so." John said, rubbing at her shoulder. "And there are tests that we had to take every so often and the higher the grade the better and the worse. When you got high grades you got a lot more intensive things to study but you also had a bit more freedom to do what you want."

"That kinda sounded like a double edged coin. More freedom but more things you have to study." Mary stated, fighting the urge to roll her eyes.

"And I'm waiting to hear the marvelous freedoms that was given to you as a hunter's child." John shot back, smiling despite himself.

Mary thought back to her own childhood, a lot of learning too, but also a lot of hands-on learning and being thrown into a hunt on her own for the first time when she was still a preteen.

She thought back to the calluses and cuts on her hands from handling various knives and machetes. About learning how to make silver bullets and witch killing bullets.

"It was fine." she finally said, looking away making John laugh at her.

"Yeah thought so." he said, shaking his head. Whatever else he was about to say was cut off when there was knocking on the door. "And there's my parents."

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