After watching John get off the phone, Mary was like a woman possessed. She ran to her computer and started searching for flights from Kansas to New York – it should only take around 2 hours and the quicker John could get there the quicker he could bring her baby home. Thankfully passports were not needed so that saved time. She quickly paid for the next available flight and printed out the confirmation to be on the safe side. She thought about return journey but didn't know what would be happening in New York and decided that John was capable enough to do that himself…maybe.

Jumping up, Mary ran to Dean's room which hadn't changed since he moved out, she liked to keep it the same for when he came home for holidays or birthdays – Sam's room was exactly the same.

From what John told her, they had grabbed her boy out of his house – knowing he wouldn't want to be wearing whatever prison attire they had given him she ran round his room filling a bag with clothes, she hoped what she had selected would still fit him. She considered running into Sam's room and grabbing some of Sam's clothes just in case. But then changed her mind, Dean was sensitive that his little brother was taller than him anyway – she doubted he would appreciate having to wear his clothes too.

Running to his desk draw she pulled out his old Ipod, which luckily was fully charged, searching the room to see if she had missed anything and then realised it was best to travel light – she bounded down the stairs to her awaiting husband who had gotten changed and was awaiting his orders. She pushed the bag into his hand with such force he stumbled backwards.

"Ok here is a bag full of clothes for him, there's his ipod – he won't be happy about travelling by plane but if you give him that to listen to he might calm down a bit."

"Mary"

"It's fully charged, it has all his favourite music on there…erm that group you both like. Metal…Metty…Mel"

"Metallica"

"Metallica! That's it. Here's your flight details. Your Wallet. My purse in case they need anything. Your Phone, will you need your keys for anything? Need anything else? I couldn't see anything in his room. Do you think I should get George, you know that stuffed giraffe that Bobby got him when he was born, it's still on his bed – I think he might like it."

"Mary, Dean won't want Georgie the Giraffe"

John put all the stuff near the door, walked to his wife and put his hand gently on her face so he could look into her eyes.

"Mary, breathe. Everything will be fine."

Mary nodded, tears refused to fall illuminated her green eyes. She threw herself against John's Chest, placing her head under his chin

"They can't do this to him. He's a good boy. Our boy. He wouldn't do this. Not our boy!"

"I know, I know. Mary look at me"

Mary realised John and gulped back her emotion

"You trust me to bring our boy home right?"

Mary nodded

"then let me do my Job."

John wiped a tear away from her cheek; he picked up everything he needed. Opened the door, before leaving he turned back around

"You know, we could do with some reinforcements. Batman always needs robin"

With that John left and Mary was suddenly alone.

She walked aimlessly into the living room and sat into the sofa opposite the fireplace. The clock on the mantelpiece stated it was 5:15am. Meaning it was 3:15am in California where the one person she wanted to speak to was.

She stood up and caught her reflection in the mirror at the opposite end of the room, She was dressed in full length fluffy pyjamas and bright pink dressing down with 'yummy mommy' embroider on the back and hand written across just above mommy was 'Grand' in Jack's swirly writing. She smiles at that, as the memory of her opening it on Christmas morning and John howling with laughter had Jack running to his dad and high fiving him. They didn't find it so funny when Jack, Sam or John was not allowed any of yummy grand mommy's yummy Christmas cookies. Jess and Dean had gladly taken advantage of the situation. As Mary walked closer to the mirror to study her appearance to took in her bedraggled hair, bright red eyes and destroyed finger nails, which she had massacred with minutes of the dreaded phone call.

"Mary, you need to sort yourself out woman"

Shower she thought, no point in going back to bed she wouldn't sleep anyway. So Shower, wake yourself up a bit. Clean clothes on and then make the necessary arrangements.

An hour later, Mary was walking downstairs, walked to the mirror in the living room and smiled "much better" she thought

Mary walked into the kitchen, put on the coffee maker and poured herself a hot steaming cup, walked over to the TV, turned it on. Took a sip of coffee, put it on table in front of her, pulled her knees up to her chest and bawled her eyes out.