Mary smiled as she watched John get Ben into bed. She loved watching him interact with their first grandchild, loved the gentle way that he pulled off Ben's shoes and soothed him. Putting a hand on John's shoulder as she passed, Mary bent down and pressed a kiss to Ben's forehead. It felt natural, like the way she had put Dean to bed all those years ago.
"Goodnight, love." She whispered. There was no need to tell Ben about angels watching over him, because they all knew the boy had his very own guardian angel, and, more than that, he had a brand new father to protect him as well. She adjusted his blankets, arranging them with the ease that only a mother could, the walked out the door, ensuring that it was left open just a crack, so that she could check in on Ben later.
Mary went to the family room, sinking down on the sofa. John was there, and it was a comfort, but she still couldn't get over the fact that Sam wasn't, that he might never be the same again, and the last words she had read...
Swallowing hastily, Mary shot John a too-bright smile. "How're our boys?"