Mary felt him tighten his hold on her. Whatever had happened, Mary knew she was dead. He didn't have to tell her; she knew it in her heart. She hugged him tighter. It didn't matter right now. Dean was okay; he was safe. Sam was here and John...well, she had to think about how to handle the situation with John, but right now, she was grateful her sons were okay.
"A beer might be good," Mary replied with a small smile, stepping back and taking her son's face in her hands. He was just as handsome despite everything that haunted him. Everything she wished she could take away. "You're okay. I'm glad-I'm so glad, Dean." She leaned up and kissed his forehead.