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So I don't know if you guys want this because it isn't related to this book, but I just found an audition task I wrote for one of the author's games I participated in. I was limited to only 1,000 word allowance on the entry and it had to be based off of our favorite fandom, so naturally I chose a scene from Supernatural. This is just a short excerpt from when SPOILER FOR SEASON 12x1 Mary comes back. If you read it, enjoy!

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"Mom?" The word came out strangled, possibly not even intelligible, yet the blond woman standing in a flowing nightgown turned my way. "Are you..." My voice trailed off, afraid to ask. "Are you really real?"

With unsure steps I made my way towards the woman who had a freaky resemblance with my dead mother. The closer I became, the more her face twisted into suspicion. When I reached out to touch her, to see if this was my mom standing in the flesh, she snatched my arm and twisted me to the ground.

"Who the hell are you?" she growled.

"I'm Dean, your son." Tears welled in my eyes. I hadn't seen her since I was a boy...

"No, my Dean is four." She yanked hard on my arm, causing pain to shoot into my shoulder.

"I was when you died."

Mom got off of my back and I slowly stood to my feet. We stared at one another for what seemed like an eternity. I had to be dreaming. There was no way that Mary freaking Winchester, my mom that burned on my brother's ceiling all those years ago, was standing in front of me. She only stared at me, a fearful recognition crossing her face.

To ensure that she would trust me, I began to recount everything I knew about her. I started telling her her full name, her birthday, how she met Dad, and every other thing in between that I knew about her.

All the time I spoke, my voice was shaky and uneven. Sure, as a hunter, I knew things like this happened. I was more than aware that people could be restored after being dead. So why was I so unsteady having my mom in front of me?

Maybe I was so hesitant because, after dreaming and wishing to have Mom back, she was finally here and it had to be too good to be true. Good things rarely happened to hunters. Seeing my mom was more than a good thing. Heck, it was more than a miracle and I felt like I didn't deserve it.

"A few years after you guys got married, I came along, and then Sammy. After that—"

"That's when I burned," she stated quietly. Her eyes were fixated on the ground as she was lost in thought, or possibly memories. Mom finally looked up to me. "How long have I been gone?"

"Thirty-three years."

Silence settled between us once more. She gingerly walked closer to me and hovered her hand above my chest as if she were contemplating whether or not to touch me. "Dean." Her voice cracked, giving way to her feelings.

"Hi Mom." It was taking everything not to cry as she pulled me in for a hug. Oh how I had missed being wrapped in her arms. To finally feel her again...it filled a hole that was taking up so much space inside of me. Though I wanted her to come back, I had hoped and wished for it so many times since the night she burned, I never truly thought it would happen. Yet, it did.

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Mom tried to bury herself in hunting and Sam began to pick up on it quicker than I did. He kept trying to talk to me about, telling me that Mom seemed a bit off. I brushed it off because it was easier than facing the truth that maybe she was having a really hard time adjusting. I didn't want her to feel out of place. It was so awesome to have her back in our lives...it only seemed fair that she felt the same way about being back.

After a particularly hard day, I told her, "Mom, it's okay. Alright? You're home now." I offered her a crooked smile that didn't reach my eyes. Something definitely seemed off. What if Sam has been right all this time?

"No, I'm not. I miss John." She paused and I eyed her suspiciously. Dad being dead was nothing I could help her with, and I certainly didn't think that should affect her living in the bunker. " I miss my boys."

Sam walked closer to Mom and she turned around to face him as he said, "We're right here, Mom." As always, Sam held an expression of pure compassion.

"No, my boys were just babies. You're not the ones I see when I'm in Heaven. Every moment I spend with you boys reminds me of how much time I lost with them."

We stood in silence, the tension palpable. Mom started to explain herself, but stopped. I was doing everything I could to piece her words together and figure out what she meant. My brain was flying a million miles a minute.

"Mom, what are you trying to say?" Sam asked. The compassion on his face wasn't the same. It was replaced by concern and fear.

"I have to go."

I looked up as hot tears pricked behind my eyes. She couldn't be saying this...

"I'm sorry," she said, shifting her gaze between Sam and me. "I'm so...so sorry. I just need a little time."

I only nodded my head. There were no words I had to offer. She took a step toward me and I stepped back. My entire life was full of abandonment. After Mom died and Dad started hunting, I was alone. I loved Mom beyond words and her leaving...I should've expected it. I always seem to drive away the people I love most.

It felt like a kick to the gut. No, a knife to the gut. Even that wasn't an accurate description. The emotional pain was far worse than anything physical I had ever felt. I lost my mom when I was only four years old. Losing her once was bad enough, but then she appeared the other night and everything seemed to fall back into place. Until now.

The weight of her words hit me hard. Without even touching me, she knocked the wind out of my lungs and I struggled for breath as my chest constricted at the thought of losing her yet again. Hunters have a tendency to leave and never come back. She hated this life, never wanted it for my brother and me. What if she did leave, never to grace us with her presence again?

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I think maybe sometime in the future I'll do one shots of sorts if there would be interest in it, but I kind of enjoy writing out scenes like this. So if anyone is interested and wants to request like a specific scene, let me know. It could be fun.