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Mary Winchester lay awake in bed, unable to get the days events out of her head. She had been called and told that Dean was alive and living with Missouri, of all people, and when she got there he doesn't even remember his own mother.
It felt like she had lost him all over again.
"Oh god, Dean!" Mary sobbed, running up to her eldest and pulling him into a tight hug
She could feel him stiffen under her hold. Even after what Missouri had told her she didn't want to believe it.
He was her little boy.
He had to remember her…
She pulled back feeling hysterical "Please," she whispered looking into his eyes "Please tell me you remember me." But all she saw when she looked into his eyes was a mix of emotions…
None of them recognition.
Confusion, sympathy for Mary, a longing to remember.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, looking away. More hot tears spilled down Mary's cheeks and she did the only thing she could do.
She pulled Dean into a hug again, cradling his head to her chest like she did when he was a boy.
She was pulled from her thoughts to a small sound in the next room. She looked to make sure John was still asleep before getting up. As she passed a half open door, Mary peeked her head in and caught sight of Sam sitting on his bed, his laptop in front of him. He was slumped against the headboard, his laptop playing its screensaver in his lap. His head was turned slightly towards the window and his sleeping face held a look of distress. She could see fresh tears glistening in the moonlight. She let out a small sigh and shook her head.
"Oh, Sammy…" she whispered to herself before continuing on down the hall on her original task: Finding out what the noise was.
She walked past Missouri's closed door and walked up to Dean's room. The door wasn't open but it wasn't closed. It was ajar by only an inch or so. She pushed it open lightly and the door opened enough for her to stand there and stare at her eldest.
He sat in front of the window, staring up at the night sky.
"I'm sorry I don't remember you." He whispered and she jumped at his voice. He turned and looked at you. She was surprised he knew she was there. He gestured for her to come and sit next to him on his bed.
She walked over at his beckoning and sat down. She felt so awkward and she was unsure what to do or say. This was the sun she had born and raised and loved all his life.
"Dean…" she said, pushing his hair from his eyes. It was still shorter than Sam's but it was still long for him. She saw a scar running across his forehead that his hair was covering. She ran her index finger over it gingerly and he still flinched away. "Oh Dean…" She was slightly shocked by the tears in his eyes. She always knew her son to be strong and always hide his emotions "What happened to you?" He looked away. She took his face in her hands and with loving tenderness she turned him back so they were looking into each other's eyes. "Please, Dean…tell Momma what happened." She whispered.
Dean looked her in the eye. And although he couldn't remember her…she was so familiar and he felt her love and knew he could trust her. He tried to hide his tears as he looked at her, but as the memories filled his mind the tears began to fall.
"I—I don't remember anything before they…they took me. I was in a dark room and I—I don't…know…All I can remember is…is him and how he was always laughing at me." He began to sob "Just laughing and laughing…"
Mary pulled her eldest into a tight, protective embrace.
"I wanted to get away." He was whispering into her shoulder as he cried "But I couldn't…I couldn't get away…"
"It's ok, honey." She whispered as she rocked him back and forth "It's ok…" she stroked his back and whispered sweet nothings to sooth her boy.
"B-but…he—he for…got one day…" he said slowly as he sobbed, unsure really of what to say. "And I r-ran away from him. I don't-don't know who-why he le-let me get aw-ay." This had obviously been what he'd been thinking deeply about for the past few days.
Why had the demon allowed Dean's escape? Why?
"It's ok honey." Mary whispered "All that matters is you're here now."
"But why-why did he le-let me go?" he hiccupped
"I don't know honey…" was all she whispered as he closed his eyes and sobbed into the woman he had been told was his mother. "But it'll be ok…" Mary looked up at the doorway to see Missouri, with Sam and John right behind her, standing there watching. Missouri had sympathy in her eyes, obviously having heard Dean's thoughts. And John and Sam with sadness and confusion. "Everything's gonna be ok…"
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I finished my summer reading! But school starts in 4 days :(
Anyway! Later lovelies!
-claire