the road continues (spn12)

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after Mary heard the hole Story she stood up to Change without saying much more. She heard and saw enough. She left and covered her face behind her hair, not wanting that Dean could see the pain in her eyes. The pain of knowledge that she failed, not being able to protect her children when they needed her most, a pain she had to experienced new and fresh after being death for so Long.

She mumbled something about "Dressing room" and headed to the door.

Luckily the men of letters had a bunch of costumes and Clothes laying around for every chase. She had to try a few doors, looking for the right clothes when she burst into a bedroom. It was simple, without much Decoration or personal belongings but you could tell that someone lived here. The bed was unmade and a few clothes were spread over the place. The desk was covered with books and papers, so was the nightstand. Mary froze and looked around. Slowly, she picked a Plaid Shirt from the floor (motherly instinct?). Sam Winchester  read the Label.

Tears covered Marys sight. Her fingers were clutched into the fabric, holding a Piece of her lost son. She sank onto the bed, covering her face with the Shirt, which was drowned with his smell. The same smell he had as a Baby. Not quite, it was hidden beyond the smell of spruce, herbs and coffee beans, but it was there.

Her head turned and saw a box at the end of the bed. Without thinking she opened the small box. And gasped. New tears were filling her eyes.

On top laid a Picture Mary knew very well. It was a photograph of her, John, Dean and Sam. Her Baby. Her small Sammy. She didn't know whether to smile or to cry.

Beneath that were more photos, showing Sam and Dean at different Ages. Mary studied all of them. On some were the date written on the back so she could add the Age. She went carefully through all the Little items. Remembering, that this was her sons life. His personal stuff. Pieces of him. She turned the Baseball around in her Hands and the green army plastic man. She put the Cards aside and smiled at the children drawing. She stocked, when she stumbled upon Johns wedding ring. Marys finger slide over the Surface and found the nick from the time John punched a Vampire with it.

Carefully, Mary put everything back into the box. Feeling closer to her son now. The last photo showed Sam not even two month ago. Full grown up. Her Baby. Mary couldn't or wanted to understand how her Little Baby could be so grown up. An adult. So tall.

She placed everything back, putting the Shirt folded on the bed and left. At the door she looked one more time back, viewing the room. She smiled and closed the door behind her.

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after Mary left the room, the Tension between Dean and Cas was back.

To be alone with Dean reminded Cas that it was his fault that Sam was gone. He couldn't face Dean with the knowledge to have disappointed him, so the Angel stared down at his Hands. Not able to look him in the eyes.

To be alone with Cas reminded Dean of their last Meeting, their last good-by. The very emotional good-by. Dean could still feel Cas hug embracing him. He was sure he blushed, so he faced the wall. Keep it together he told himself. But the silence between them was just as awkward.

"listen.." "Dean" both men said at the same time. Confused, they stopped.

"You go" "after you" both said synchronized. Dean symbolized with his Hands to Cas to go first.

Cas opened his mouth, shut it down and opened it again until he managed to say a word.

"I'm sorry, Dean. I'm sorry that i failed again ...." he started but was interrupted by Dean.

"What are you talking about? There is nothing you have to be sorry about! Nothing what happened was your fault" Dean said, confused and angry that Cas was so .... self destructive.

"But i was not able to protect him. You asked me to look after him and i couldn't. I failed at day one. I disappointed you" Cas sight became blurry. He looked at the ceiling, anywhere but not Dean, who stood up to sit closer to him.

"Listen" Dean said softly, taking Cas shaking Hands in his ones "It's not your fault, okay? I don't blame you, nobody does. And you could never disappoint me, Cas. Never"

Now Cas was looking at Dean. His blue watery eyes met Deans green ones. And what he saw was pure honesty. Cas managed a weak smile.

"I'm glad your not dead" he said, he couldn't think of something better right now. But it made Dean chuckle.

"Yeah, me too."

Mary found fitting Jeans, a Shirt, boots and a jacket in an old wardrobe and joined the other two men. Her eyes wandered from her son to Cas back to Dean, smiling Mary made no comment when Dean quickly stood up and blushed.

"You found everything you Need?" Dean asked to say something. Mary nodded "Yes, i did"

Dean found it very irritating how his mother grinned at both of them. He suggested to start working what brought all of them back to business.

They figured out that British lady must have came in through a secret passage next to the Garage, only men of letters and Sam and Dean knew about. Also, she knew the spell to get rid of Cas. Another sign that she was more than a normal hunter. Thanks to security cameras Dean got 2 good and 3 worse Pictures of her face. She didn't took the time to short-out the System.

But what did she want? Why came she and took Sam? And how did she knew about the bunker? Who was she and for whom did she worked?

The last camera they checked was the one by the entrance where Sam and Cas were surprised by her. They saw Sam and Cas enter the bunker, British Lady already waiting for them. A Flash of light and Cas disappeared. Now Sam was alone with this maniac. It seemed that Sam tried to talk to her when she suddenly pulled a gun out of nowhere. She pulled the Trigger but Sam kept stepping forward

What are you doing idiot!  Dean wanted to scream at the Monitor, but of course there was nothing he could do. Dean felt helpless, nothing more then a powerless Viewer.

At one Point Mary took Deans Hand while Deans other Hand was Held by Cas.

All three of them winced when the gun went off.

"Oh no she didn't" Mary whispered