Mary’s first moments in Vallo had been [...] fraught with jerk reactions, to say the least. After suddenly finding herself in the forest near the DOA building, her elbow had immediately made contact with the nose of someone who’d perfectly managed to mind their own business until that very moment, followed by apologies as Mary frantically tried to grab that one clean diner napkin from her pockets to offer it to someone who now had a very bloody nose that gushed like there was no tomorrow. But a few moments later, Mary was all caught up, and came to realize that the promise of a new reality was a slightly better one than finding herself in the future. Maybe.
Her experiences with either had thoroughly sucked, with the whole angel apocalypse and grown up boys and whatnot.
But she’d found her way to the city, and still had the presence of mind to dig out a few crinkled bills from her coat pocket. Tea. Something warm to hold in her hands to fight off a sudden autumn chill that her clothes were just barely equipped to deal with as she waited for Dean. And Sam didn’t have his soul. Dean was [...] Dean. Stoic, closed-off and no doubt rushing over here at speeds that would make any traffic cop startle. And Jack [...] Somewhere off the side, a car door slammed shut. The sound of familiar foot steps, rushing in her general direction.
And Mary looked up to tears.
Jack. A hard lump of emotion in her throat. She took a second, to wash it down with tea, to collect herself. "Dean." And then her arms wrapped themselves around her son's frame easily. "It's okay. I'm here."