Mary picked up the first picture and just stared at it. They'd taken that picture just a few days ago. John hadn't even gotten the film developed yet. And yet here it was in her hand. She ran her fingers over Dean's little face, the smile as he held his baby brother. She set the picture down and moved to the next one. It was obviously Sam and Dean but older. Her hands started to shake a little as she moved through the pictures, coming to the first of the pictures of Dean with the little girl. He looked so happy holding who she assumed to be his daughter. Mary took her time, studying each picture carefully. They didn't look to be fakes. When she finally got to the last picture, she looked at the young woman across from her. Even with the picture proof it was hard to wrap her head around. Hard to believe.
"You're....." She looked down at the picture again and then back up. "You're my granddaughter?" Here she was facing a young woman that wasn't much younger than herself, the last memory of her son being his first day of kindergarten, and yet his daughter seemed to be sitting in front of her.