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Secret of the Mother
She had lied to her husband once.
Mary Winchester had a secret. The only other person who knew about it was gone. He left over 20 years ago. She had told him some of it, but something had stopped her from telling the whole truth. He needed to know, she should have told him the rest but she couldn't she didn't believe and now that she did, now that she knew it was true it was too late. She could no longer find him. She was gone.
She loved him so very much, she always had. It's why she couldn't tell him. If she told him the truth then, it would have destroyed him. Instead, she did the only thing she could do she kept her silence. She didn't tell him. She should have.
He would never have believed her if she told him the other things. She couldn't blame him, she hardly believed it herself. It wasn't until her youngest son was born that she started to believe. She watched them together it was just as she'd been told. He was the protector. It was true, all of it, everything. Now though, now it was too late to tell him. She was gone.
She wished she could tell him about his son. He needed to know that what she told him was only partially true. That it had not been consensual. He had scared her, it was his eyes. They were white, solid white. It was him, but not him. He said he was an angel sent to give her a gift that would save her son. He told her not to be scared. He said that his son would be the protector the guardian of her son.
She loved him so very much. How was she supposed to tell him that he was the one who taken her that day, he was the one who had given her their first child. It was him, but it wasn't. It would destroy him to know what he had done. But he needed to know the boy was his, just as much as he was hers and the angels. She should have told him. But now it was too late. She was gone.