She doubted any Winchester could ever count themselves as "okay," but the fact that he was alive and not physically harmed was a good thing in Mary's book. Her fears always resided with her boys and with John. She loved her family more than anything.
He pulled away, moving an arm around her to guide her towards the bar. Yes, a beer would help and maybe something to eat too. She couldn't remember the last time she had eaten anything. Dean was a good cook too. At least he hadn't inherited her lack of cooking skills.
"I'll always worry, Dean," Mary replied, giving him a half-smile. "It's kind of what moms do." And wives. John. Mary wasn't sure how to handle that situation just yet. Especially seeing as he wasn't from the last time she'd seen him.