Warping to Destiny - A Supernatural FanFiction

Chapter 65 - Mother Knows Best

Maria's POV

I got up at seven to work out myself before the boys got up. I had some toast and coffee in the kitchen and headed for the workout room, but when I got to the study Dean was there, with his back to me, hands in his pockets, just seemingly staring at the bookcase.

"I hear you Maria," he said when I was still on the steps. I smiled and said, "You better have, or you would have earned another day of training."

He turned around to face me and I realized he was very upset about something. "What's eating at you now Dean?" I asked with concern.

I went to the table and pulled out a chair and sat down. After a minute or so he came over and halfway sat on the edge of the table. He looked at me, sighed, looked up at the ceiling and down at the floor. Then he started speaking softly. "All my life I've had one job. Look after Sammy. Keep Sammy safe. That was it, just one job. Sometimes I've failed at that. But I did anything I had to do to make it right. He hasn't always liked how I've done that, you know? He's gotten pretty angry with me. Hell, I think he still is angry with me, but he's hiding it right now."

I just nodded, I didn't want to say anything until he got out whatever it was that was that was bothering him.

"Times when it was a choice, him or me, there was no choice, not for me. If anyone had to die, well, it would be me. My only job in life was to keep Sammy safe. At any cost. And it still is."

He looked at me then, and I indicated that he should continue. He sighed deeply and went on. "This thing we're going to have to do now. Looks like maybe only one of us is coming back." Tears formed in his eyes at this point, and his voice got shaky. "Maria, I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. I can't let Sammy die, I just can't. But now, I don't feel so ready to die instead, you know? I can't do that to Maggie. I can't. So, what am I supposed to do now? Tell me, please, what am I supposed to do now?"

Tears were falling on his cheeks at this point and his pain was almost palpable.  I reached over and rubbed his arm gently. "Dean," I said, "You can't possibly know at this point that you'll even have to make such a choice. You've both said it before, you guys beat the odds, you change the prophesies. Hell, you even changed god's plan, and he didn't see it coming."

"I know but…"

"No, Dean," I said. "You can't be thinking like this. You have to believe you're both coming back, because you are. You have to. You both have something to come back to. If you let that prophesy consume you, then you're helping to fulfill it. Let it go Dean. You, of all people, know that prophesies are not set in stone, even if they are written on one."

He reached out an arm and pulled me into a hug. I let him cry it out. When he was finished he held me away from him and said, "Thank you, I know you're right. The damn prophesy might not even be about us. I wish I'd never heard the damn thing." He wiped his cheeks with his hand and gave me a forced smile. "You're a special lady, Maria. The girls were lucky to have you. I never really got to have a mom."

"Well you have one now, Dean, anytime you need one, okay?"

"Deal," he said, with a more genuine smile this time. He hopped off the table and said, "Well, I should get back before Maggie wakes up," and with a parting look of gratitude, he turned away and went back to his room.

I stood watching long after he had disappeared from view. I hoped I'd said the right thing, because I was terrified for them both. But I had to push that terror down like I was telling Dean to do, because it was my job now to make sure they both came back. It's my job, and I'm good at my job! I sighed, and turned around to go do my workout.