"Dean, I know. I know you will always take care of Sam," Mary replied, touching his face gently. "I knew since the moment he was born and you looked at him. I knew you would always protect him. The two of you would protect each other." Mary hadn't been able to watch her sons grow up; she hadn't been there for Sam's first steps or to take any pictures of the brothers together. She wished she had, but even when she wasn't there, she knew Dean and Sam would be okay. As long as they had each other.
"Dean..." Mary hugged her eldest son again tightly. "It's never not a big deal. Never. You're my son. You and Sam...you dying is the biggest deal in the world to me. And your dad." John. It was a topic Mary was avoiding since she wasn't sure how to handle it. How to go about...talking to her husband. If he wanted to talk to her at all. Maybe he didn't want to know her, know about her life after she'd come back from the dead.