Supernatural one shots

What a mother is (Winchester fam)

(Hey! So this one shot is basically you as a step mom to the boys! No real romantic relationship, just past John Winchester, and someone standing up to Mary. I really don't like how Mary treated the boys in season 12, especially Dean, like not at all. I don't like her, so sorry if you do! I hope you enjoy this one shot! Also, the brothers have a younger sister in this! Starts in the beginning of season 12!) 

"Mom?!"

Everything was fuzzy, and my head was pounding. The hell had happened?

"Mom!"

The voice sounded distant, and a groan escaped me, as hands suddenly found their way to my face, cupping my cheeks.

My heavy eyelids managed to pry themselves open, and I was suddenly staring into the worried face of my recently deceased son.

"D-Dean?" I stuttered, eyes wide, my heart beginning to pound. "Oh my God Dean!" I threw myself up at him and hugged him as tightly as I could. "You're alive! Oh my boy!" I couldn't help the tears that dripped down my cheeks.

Dean held me close and gently stroked my hair. "Yea, yea it's okay I'm okay mom," He assured softly. I could hear the gentle smile on his face, but when he pulled back it was gone, and he was serious again.

"What happened? Where is everyone?"

And with that, everything came rushing back to me. That British chick who had broken into the bunker and banished Cas, shot my Sammy, and probably taken him and my little girl.

"We have to go, now! She shot Sam! She has him and your sister! I-I tried to stop her, but she-she must have knocked me out!"

Dean's eyes were hard. "Who?" He demanded, helping me stand.

"I don't know! But we have to find them, I-"

"Sam was shot?"

I spun around to see a strange blonde woman, standing there, her eyes concerned. She looked familiar.

"Who the hell-"

"Mom, mom it's ok...This is...Um...this is our other Mom... Mary,"

The moment Dean introduced us, I could see the resemblance. Dean had her eyes, her nose, her smile even.

"You must be Y/N. Dean-Dean did tell me John re married," She seemed uncomfortable with the idea of the boys growing up with a second mom. Someone who wasn't her, but I didn't blame her. I offered a smile instead.

It was hard to find words. I never ever thought I would actually be standing in front of the deceased biological mom of my...the boys.

"I-I...Wow," I managed to stutter out. "You...You're really here...Alive! I-...How?"

"Amara," Dean responded, with a small smile.

"Wow...I...Well, it's-it's a pleasure to meet you, and I don't mean to be rude but we need to find Sammy,"

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That was how it all started. That was how Mary Winchester came back to our lives. How Mary met my daughter. The daughter John and I had brought to this world. It was weird at first, but I got used to it. And then she left, leaving my boys broken in her wake. That was her first mistake. Her second mistake was working with them. The British Men of Letters.

"Dean, let me explain-"

I cut her off. "I've had enough," I announced, glaring at her. The biological mother of my children.

"First, you leave them as soon as you come back. After years of mourning you, you just break their hearts all over again. Then...Then! You have the audacity to work with the very people that tried to kill them!" I yelled, my emotions getting the best of me.

"A mother's job, is to put her children ahead of everything. It doesn't matter how old they get, they will always be the priority. You are being selfish Mary. You should be spending as much time as you can with them, after being gone so long. You should be holding them so tight, they can't breathe. You should be a mother to them!" I snapped.

Mary looked like she'd been slapped for a moment before glaring at me. "I am not just a mother!" She yelled. "You don't get to tell me how to act! They're my kids not yours!" She exclaimed, her eyes dark.

I smacked my hands on the table, startling everyone. "Then you'd better start acting like it! I know you aren't just a mother, hell I ain't just a mother, but that's my godamn priority, and it should be yours too. You may be their mother, biologically, but I raised these boys. I bathed them, I played with them, I taught them how to read, I was there through it all, and if that don't make me their momma, I don't know what does," I seethed.

Mary was struck dumb. She looked at Sam and Dean, who had both been quiet during my little explosion. "

Dean finally spoke, looking at her, his eyes set. "You made your choice. You chose them over us,"

"Dean..." Mary tried again, but this time it was Sam who interjected.

"You should go,"

Even my daughter, the daughter I had with John, was glaring at Mary. Although she was quite a bit younger than her brothers, she was very protective of them. And if looks could kill, Mary would be back where she came from.

Mary swallowed thickly. "Please..." She tried again, but was interrupted, this time by my daughter.

"Get the fuck out of here. Amara never should have brought you back," She seethed. "We were better off without you!" She stood and stormed off.

Dean and Sam both looked shocked at her outburst, and Mary looked like she had just been punched in the gut. Luckily, she did leave, and I turned to the boys. "I'm sorry...About Mary, and about what your sister said...She was just upset,"

"I'll go talk to her," Sam offered, and went after her.

Dean was quietly staring at the ground, and I knew there was a storm going on in his head. "Dean talk to me," I spoke softly.

Dean shook his head slightly and I swiftly moved to his side, taking his hands in mine. "De, this is me you're talking to. You don't have to pretend,"

His jaw clenched and he refused to meet my eyes. "I don't wanna talk," He mumbled, making a bee line for the whiskey. Yep, he was John's boy alright.

I caught his arm as he passed me. "Don't even think about it," I chided, and instead, sat him in a chair, and pulled a seat over for myself as well. "De, you've never been able to hide anything from me. I'm your mother. Well...One of them. And You and your siblings are the most important people in my life. I will always know you better than anyone, and I will always care for you. That's my job. Now please...Talk to me," I spoke softly.

Dean's chin trembled, and tears welled up in his eyes. "Why isn't she like you?" Dean asked, finally looking up at me.

As our eyes met, I no longer saw the man he had become, but instead, the young boy I had raised and loved unconditionally. And this boy, this part of Dean needed to be loved, and cared for, not by me, but by his biological mother, who was breaking his little heart.

I pulled Dean into my arms and held him tight. "Mary is her own person De...And She's not what we expected, no, but she does love you and Sam. I know that. She just...She doesnt know how to be a proper mom. She only had four years of experience, and that was barely enough, especially seeing as you and Sammy were so little," I explained, trying to see Mary's point of view.

"She just keeps...Going away...Like she just doesnt want to be here at all," Dean murmured. I rubbed his back. "Maybe she just needs time to figure out how to be a mother again, though she better figure it out soon. If not, I'll be kicking her ass for hurting you guy's,"

Dean gave a small chuckle at that. "I don't doubt that," He pulled back, and dabbed at his eyes. "Thanks mom. I'm glad we have you,"

I smiled. "You'll always have me,"