Pretty, Reckless, Winchester

CI. And So It Goes

[Jack in the Box]

BUNKER

Dean led the eulogy. "We know it wasn't easy for some of you to get here, and we thank you. We, uh -- We gave her a hunter's send-off a few days ago. But we know that her family went beyond just us. Some of you hunted alongside her. Some of you fought Michael with her in the other world. You know, we lost our mom once before. But we got a second chance with her. And we got to know her not just as "Mom," but as someone who was tough and strong. Stubborn as Hell. Someone who had opinions and wasn't shy to use them. She could handle a machete. She could handle a vampire. She could handle our old man. She couldn't cook worth a damn. Mom, you weren't here long enough. But we're so glad for the time that we had. Goodbye, Mom."

"Bye, Mom." Sam, Holly, and Nate said.

"To Mary." The hunters replied.

Suddenly, a hatchet went sailing into the air, killing a guy instantly and shocking the hunters as Bobby appeared.

As the hunters removed the body, Bobby said, "Make sure I get my hatchet back. Damn wraith. Knew him from a nest your mom and I busted up on our last hunt. Probably here to gloat. The bastard."

"Thanks for coming out." Sam told him.

"A hunter's memorial, complete with monster. Mary would have appreciated that." Cas noted.

"Now that you mention it, yeah. How are you?" Bobby asked.

"Hey, you know. It's tough." Sam replied.

Nate nodded. "Yeah. It's real tough, but we'll get through it. I only wish Charlie got to know her more."

"And the other two?" Bobby wondered, seeing Dean and Holly boxing up Mary's things. "Yeah, Dean and Holly seem to be doing okay."

"Hard to say." Sam said.

"Yeah. Maybe they're like me. Bein' teary in public's not my style."

"Hey. Uh, most everybody's headed out, but Bobby's gonna stick around. I thought maybe we could open that scotch Ketch left and hang out, talk about Mom." Sam suggested.

""Talk about Mom"?" Dean and Holly repeated.

"Yeah."

"Isn't that what we've been doing?" Dean asked.

Sam, Cas, Nate, and Bobby sat in the kitchen drinking beer as Sam looked at an old photo of Mary and the siblings from 1986.

"Thanks. Memory lane?" Bobby wondered.

Sam nodded. "Yeah. I mean, Dean couldn't have been but seven years old. I was three. Holly wasn't even 8 months."

"You know, at one time, you boys were good-lookin'."

"Thanks. What about Holly?"

"She looks like she's always been a pretty girl."

Sam nodded. "Yeah, she has."

Nate looked at the picture. "She was as beautiful then as she is now."

"Sam. What exactly happened to her? Because I'm hearin' the kid -"

"Hey." Sam and Nate greeted, seeing Dean and Holly.

"Hey." Dean and Holly answered.

"You two need anything?" Cas asked.

"Yeah, she and I need a drink." Dean said.

"Bar's open." Bobby told them.

"Nah, we need to get outta here for a while."