A Mess It Grows ~ Supernatural Fanfiction

The Winchester's vs Aurora and Micheal

The four Winchesters and along with Hannah were sitting in the living room, John and Mary across from them was Hannah with the two boys. The two brothers had taken some time to scan the hallway and the living room. They had stopped in front of a picture of a grinning John and Mary at the Grand Canyon, and John had been more than happy to tell them that it was taken on their honeymoon some time ago. He hadn't had the time to say more as Mary had come back to the living room with four cold beers, subtly urging the three men and Hannah to sit down so that they could all quickly get this drinking done. The quicker they drank it, the sooner Hannah and the boys would go away. The plan was good, but she hadn't counted on Sam to be too focused on her to even drink a sip of his beer. From the moment she had joined them back in the living room, the taller of the men hadn't taken his eyes off of her and it was slowly starting to make her feel uncomfortable.

Little did she know why Sam couldn't take his eyes off of her. To see his mother in flesh and not in a picture or even as a ghost was incredible. Unlike Dean who had some memories of their mother, Sam had none. Still, with the few pictures of her and the few things he had been told about her he had known that his mother would be beautiful inside and out. However, seeing her now, he couldn't help but keep on thinking that not one picture nor one of his dreams had ever done justice to her. She was beautiful and no matter how many glares she sent towards Dean and Hannah, warmness and kindness emitted from her, making her even more beautiful.

"Are you sure you're okay, Sam?" John asked with concern at the way he was fixing at his wife.

"What?... Oh. Yeah, yeah. Um, I'm just, um... You are so beautiful," Sam replied, causing John to frown, which went unnoticed by Sam whose eyes had gone back to stare at the young woman.

"He means that in a... A non-weird, wholesome, family kind of a way," Dean tried to diffuse the awkwardness.

"Yeah, right," Sam nervously smiled as he realized his slip-up. John nodded slowly at him.

"We haven't seen Mary in quite some time, and, see, she's the spitting image of our mom. I mean, it's – it's..." Dean trailed off, not finding what to say.

"Eerie," Sam finished.

"So, how are you guys related?" John inquired, genuinely curious.

"You know, uh, distantly," Hannah replied with a shrug.

"Oh. So you knew Mary's parents?" John asked, his voice gentler than Sam and Dean could remember ever hearing before.

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah," Dean nodded before looking over at Mary who was staring at him with a hard and wary look. "Mary's dad was, uh, pretty much like a grandpa to us."

"Oh. That was tragic—that heart attack," John declared, reaching over to rest one hand on Mary's forearm. She looked at him, giving him a little smile as she rested her other hand on top of his.

"Yes, it was," Hannah commented, her own blue eyes meeting Mary's blue eyes.

"So, uh, what are you guys doing in town, anyway?" John changed the topic, soothingly rubbing his thumb on Mary's wrist.

"Uh, business, you know," Dean vaguely replied.

"Oh, yeah? What line of work?"

"Scrap metal," Dean said at the same time Sam said, "Plumbing."

"Carolynn misses you Mary," Hannah changed the subject quickly before John could question their slip up. Turning in her seat to look at her fellow blonde, and she didn't miss the sadness in the others eyes. "Keeps asking when your going to visit."

"Maybe one day, but you know, you and Carolynn are always so busy."

"Yeah, I took her on her first hunting trip last week," Hannah said, looking over at the boys and then at Mary who glared at her. She shifted her blue eyes to John with a smile, "got a nice big Pheasant on her first try. She's a natural." She shifted her gaze to Mary, with an underlying meaning to her words.