There wasn't much to catch Sam up on despite how it had felt that the entire world was caving in on him when she was gone.

He told her that Crowley had sacrificed himself to create the spell, Lucifer had killed Cas, and mom had been taken into an alternative world by Lucifer on accident.

"Tell me more about this alternative world." Sam asked, glancing at the kid. She had taken his hand in hers when Dean had started to talk and now she just rubbed her thumb against his palm. The kid smiled at her, entwining their fingers together.

"It's a world where we weren't born and the apocalypse happened anyway." Dean told her. "The whole world there's in disarray and destruction. Nothing good is over there Sam."

Sam nodded at that, staring down at the kids hands and seeming to marvel over the small details of them. "So I guess our being alive means something good at least."

"Of course it does, don't talk like that mom." the kid protested softly. "You're good, you're really good."

Sam just smiled at him, wrapping her free arm around him and hugging him loosely. "Thank you." she said, pressing her forehead against the side of his head for a moment.

She pulled back after a moment and tried to think, there was a haze coming over her mind and she started to have some trouble to put ideas together, she was more tired than she thought she was.

"Okay so obviously, the first thing we have to do is find a way to get mom back." Sam said, vision swimming for a moment before she finished her coffee.

"No, the first thing we have to do is get you back to the bunker and let you get some shut eye." Dean said. "Sam you're exhausted, you need to get some rest."

"I can keep going." Sma protested. "Listen we've learned how to deal with little sleep no matter what so I don't need to sleep just yet."

"Yeah but according to your body you gave birth like three hours ago not to mention you came back to life." Dean shot back at her. "So that means going to sleep."

Sam opened her mouth to argue but stopped when the kid reached for her, touching her arm gently.

"Unc-Dean's right." the kid said softly, glancing at Dean at his own slip of the tongue. "Please, just rest a bit. Then focus on grandma."

Sam looked at him and buckled when she saw the pleading look on his face. Feeling herself soften she nodded, almost immediately feeling the tiredness in her bones.

Sam sighed as they walked out of the diner, rubbing at her eyes. She was tired and she was drained, she wanted nothing more than to just get back to the bunker to her room and just go to sleep for a day or two. Logically she knew that it was at least a few weeks since the child had been born but to her, it was like it was hours ago.

She glanced to the side of her and smiled when the kid was walking with her, Dean just inches away as well. She reached out and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pressing the both of them together.

A longing look appeared on his face, eyes going to Dean for a moment before he moved the rest of the way and hugged her properly, holding her.

"I got you." she whispered, wrapping her arms around him as well. She stroked at his hair and just held onto him, closing her eyes and savoring the feeling.

It was an odd idea, that she was hugging her grown son. Maybe it was him being a nephilim that he was all grown up but it was alright, it made a few things a bit easier for all of them.

"Mom?" the kid asked, his voice wavering slightly. "Can I have a name?"

Sam breathed out slowly, nodding. "Yeah, of course." she said, looking at Dean. She had toyed with naming him John, from their dad of course, but at the same time it felt a bit odd to do so. "Let me just think of a good name for you."

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This one is relatively shorter mainly because just like Sam, I am too tired to keep writing.