New Years Eve was spent quiet and relaxed. Their mom told them she couldn't make it two days before New Years Eve and even though it had hurt, it hadn't been too surprising.

Jack had wanted to go to Toby's place for the night and after Sam got confirmation that his parents would be home with them for a little fireworks display, they had agreed to let him go.

It had left the bunker quiet and even though Sam would have liked to have their oldest with them too when they rang in the new year, he didn't want to take a fun memory with a friend away from him.

Sam and Dean had spend the night by themselves. Dean had cooked burgers with an actual salad before he had cracked open a couple of beers while they watched the Die Hard movies for the rest of the night.

He had gotten a little drunker than maybe necessary but Sam was staying sober anyway in case something needed their attention and so he hadn't said anything and had just let his brother enjoy the night. There was little bit of a somber feeling when they toasted to the new year alone but it was quickly forgotten when Dean showed Sam what exactly he could still do even with a few beers under his belt.

Even without fireworks they had rang in the new year with a bang and Sam was glad that Jack did not call to get picked up in the middle of the night.

They picked Jack up in the morning instead and took him to the local Lebanon diner for a late breakfast, Jack being allowed to choose all the sugary options he wanted since it was technically a holiday.

On the drive back they got a call from a hunter asking a research question and everyday life set in again after that

It had been about two weeks later when a phone ringing loudly woke Sam up from his sleep. He bolted upright but before he or Dean, who was also awake now, could reach the phone Tom had already begun to whimper.

"Shit," Sam hissed as he threw the blanket back, getting up an striding over to the crib.

He heard Dean fumble for a moment before he answered the phone. "Yes?"

"Shh," Sam hummed quietly, rubbing Tom's belly and hoping to soothe the infant back to a deeper sleep before he fully woke up. It appeared to be working when his eyes didn't flutter open and his whines quieted down again.

Sam didn't stop soothing him then but he did turn to look at Dean in the dim light. His brother listened to the phone call intently, though he caught Sam's eyes and mouthed 'mom'.

His eyebrows raised in surprise as he waited for any other indicator about what was going on.

They hadn't heard from their mom since she had cancelled New Years Eve on them. Sam had tried really hard not to take it to heart and to give her some more time to get to terms with their relationship or to decide if she couldn't live with it. It still hurt though and so Sam was surprised and worried that she called them in the middle of the night.

"Yeah, we'll be there, don't worry," Dean said before he hung up, clutching his phone tight. He bowed his head for second as he took a deep breath, his forehead resting against the phone.

"Dean?" Sam asked, stepping back from the crib, pretty sure that Tom wouldn't wake up again.

"Mom needs our help," Dean said, looking up at Sam and throwing his phone back on the bed.

"Is she okay?" Sam asked, worriedly.

Dean stepped closer, one hand resting on Sam's shoulder, the other going around his waist. Sam knew that it was supposed to be a soothing gesture but only made Sam more nervous.

"She's fine but she's working a shifter case she needs our help on," Dean said, easing Sam's nerves somewhat.

"Okay, so you go," Sam replied, nodding lightly.

Dean shook his head. "She sounded like she needed research help too, Sam. She asked after both of us."

"We have a six month old and a teenager that needs to go to school," Sam protested immediately, careful not to raise his voice too much with said six months old in the same room. "Not to mention a dog that needs to be taken care of."

His brother drew in a breath but Sam could already tell that Dean would try and get him to come along.

"How?" Sam just asked to get ahead of it, raising an eyebrow before a yawn interrupted him.

"Jack can miss a few days, he's gonna catch up," Dean said.

"And Tom? And Miracle?"

Dean squeezed Sam's waist before replying. "C'mon, I know you can take care of Tom and help mom. We're gonna book an airbnb that's dog friendly or something and you're not gonna go out in the field. We'll manage."

Sam only sighed, looking at Dean skeptically.

His brother ducked closer, pulling Sam in and kissing his cheek. "C'mon, Sam. It's for mom."

"Fine, when do we leave and where do we need to go?" Sam asked, sounding resigned.

"Thank you," Dean said, kissing Sam quickly, before he let go and stepped back again. "Mom's in Warrensburg, Missouri. We need to go asap. "

"That's gotta be what? Four, five, six hours?" Sam asked, slightly baffled. "We've never driven with Tom for more than an hour."

Dean looked up from where he was stuffing clothes in a duffel bag. "He's gonna be fine. He's a Winchester, Sammy. Nowhere a Winchester is more at home than a car."

Sam rolled his eyes, not deigning to reply to that as he also grabbed empty bags to fill.

After a few minutes of packing what he needed for himself, he thought about what their kids would need.

"Dean, go and wake Jack. Make him pack a bag for a few days and make sure he actually gets up and go pack kibble and poop-bags for Miracle," Sam said, staring his brother down until he nodded and left their bedroom.

Sam looked from the open duffel to the crib, deciding to try and transfer Tom into his car seat only when they were about to go while he was still sleeping. He hoped that both boys would be lulled back to sleep by the car's rumbling, truly something that all Winchesters could atone to, so that they could get a little bit of peace still.

It took them a solid twenty minutes to pack everything they needed and to get ready to leave the bunker. The car was running and Jack was already sitting in the backseat, one arm slung across Miracle that was happily panting at the window. Their things stored in the trunk when Sam came into the garage with Tom in his arms.

The baby was blinking sleepily but had so far stayed calm and quiet and Sam was crossing all his fingers that he would fall back asleep again. He carefully buckled him into his car seat, rubbing his belly for a moment and kissing his forehead before he carefully and quietly closed the door.

Sam had never gotten into the passenger seat so quietly and he was glad that Dean was already inside. He turned the radio real low before buckling in, looking at Dean expectantly.

"Ready?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded, turning around and looking into the car seat to see Jack nod weakly as well. The boy hummed and Sam could see that he would probably be out as soon as they hit the open road too.

..

Things went surprisingly smoothly for about two hours, after which Tom apparently had slept enough and had demanded attention.

It meant frequent breaks for Sam to feed and change him and for them to let Miracle stretch his legs for a few minutes. It should have been fine but with each break Dean's mood soured.

The airbnb Sam had booked before they had set off would only be available to them in another seven hours and so they had no other choice but to stop at Mary's motel first.

The sun would be rising soon but it was still pretty dark as they arrived at the motel. The car Dean had given their mom months ago from the bunker's garage sat in front of the room she had told them about and there was a collective sigh of relief when Dean parked next to it.

Jack scrambled out of the car first, Miracle hopping out behind him and the boy stretched his legs and back. It was a surprisingly well done imitation of what Dean did just moments later.

Sam got out too, opening the back door and quickly freeing Tom from the car seat before the baby could start getting fussy after the car turned off.

"Hello baby," Sam said, kissing his cheek as he hoisted him up, bouncing him lightly.

He hadn't heard any doors opening and was slightly startled when their mothers voice came from behind him.

"Hey boys."

Sam turned around, still bouncing Tom. "Hey," Sam said, a little shyly.

"Mom," Dean greeted her, stepping up and giving her a quick hug.

Jack waved lazily, still blinking blearily from his latest nap in the car. He was leaning against the dog who was patiently waiting with his favorite human.

"I expected you earlier," Mary said, pointing to the open motel door for them to enter.

Sam tensed up and he shared a look with Dean. She probably didn't mean it that way but Sam couldn't help but feel a little slighted at the remark.

"A lot of cargo, mom. Takes us a little longer to get on the road," Dean said, placatingly.

"Jack, buddy, could you grab the diaper bag?" Sam asked at the same time, not wanting to argue with their mother.

"Right, yeah, sorry," their mom said as she followed Dean inside the motel.

A few seconds later Jack came up to Sam, the diaper bag in his hand as he looked at him with a encouraging smile. "C'mon, mom," he said, grabbing Sam's wrist and tugging him along, Sam barely avoiding falling over Miracle in his way.

Sam had to smile at their son's attentiveness and he shook his head lightly, following the Nephilim inside.

The room was much warmer and a shiver ran through Sam at the temperature change. Mary had apparently booked a twin room, one of the beds covered in her things and newspaper clippings.

Tom started to fuss a little again and by the look on his face, Sam knew immediately why.

"You want me to take him?" Dean asked, getting closer and reaching out to their son.

"You can change his diaper," Sam said, readily handing the baby over even though Dean didn't look too excited at the prospect.

Jack sniggered when Dean grabbed the diaper bag from him with his free hand, grumbling as he made his way to the bathroom.

"Sam," Mary said, making him lift his head to look at her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything before. I just kinda forgot I guess what being on the road with a baby meant. Dean always used to be fussy too."

"Hard to believe now," Sam said, smiling wryly.

"Yeah," Mary chuckled and with it the tension broke at least a little bit.

There was an awkward silence for a while, the three of them standing in the room until Jack shifted on his feet.

"You can lay down some more, Jack," Sam said at the same time as Mary spoke up.

"So uh- how was the drive?"

Jack looked between them before he shook his head in Sam's direction.

"Alright," Sam just said, ruffling a hand through his hair. He then turned to his mother. "Drive was fine. Tom got fussy around half way but it was the first time he had to be in his car seat for so long so you know, better than expected."

Mary nodded and Sam's cheeks heated up slightly. He could tell that she still wasn't very comfortable with this and he felt awkward talking about his family when she it was obvious she was just asking out of obligation.

There was some more awkward silence before Jack spoke up. "Uh, there's a coffee shop down the street. I can go grab us some, take Miracle for a walk," he offered, shaking his phone where a map was pulled up.

"That would be great, Jack," Sam said, reaching for and handing over his wallet. "What do you want, mom?"

"Just a black coffee," she replied, sounding a little surprised.

"Get your dad the same and-"

"A flat white with oat milk for you and whatever I want for me. I know, mom," Jack said, rolling his eyes but smiling at Sam.

Sam tried to hide a snort. "Don't be smart with me, buddy," he said as Jack opened the door but it was fond rather than scolding.

The door closed behind him and the dog with a snick and Sam shook his head with a grin.

"You're raising him well," Mary said and the genuine compliment surprised Sam.

"Thank you," he said honestly, his attention getting drawn to the other side of the room where Dean came out of the bathroom.

"Whew," he said, holding Tom out a little. "Just like his old man," he commented.

"Jesus, Dean," Sam said, grimacing. "No need to put our baby on blast."

"Hey, I'm just saying no need for a paternity test, okay?"

Sam was about to respond when he saw Mary swallow heavily and he snapped his mouth shut. She might have asked them over but it wasn't to shove their fucked up family into her face.

"Okay, so what do you need help with?" Sam addressed her instead, trying to redirect their conversation.

She took a breath and hummed before nodding. "Shifters. Multiple individuals but I can't seem to get a break in the case, been trailing them for a little while now."

Mary shuffled through the papers on the second bed, pulling out one and handing it over to Sam. Dean sidled up to him, lightly bouncing Tom as he read over the same information.

They were handed another one while Mary told them more about the case. She had already killed one shifter but she was pretty sure that there was a whole nest here that had made their way through the nearby cities already and was now stopping here. The one she had killed however still identified as someone from the nearest town so she wasn't sure who in this town they had taken over and before they could wreak havoc and kill even more people, Mary needed their help.

"Alright," Sam said, nodding at the evidence so far. "I'm gonna see what I can find about anything suspicious lately or anybody that could be interesting," Sam said.

"You check any new move-ins? Or the sewer network?" Dean asked, shifting the grip on Tom as the baby was reaching out towards Sam.

Sam took him from Dean, bouncing him lightly and kissing his head while Mary explained that she had checked out some of it but that she needed some more man-power there too.

"Alright, so how about we check out some more of that. Sam can research from the airbnb this afternoon."

"Jack'll probably want to help too," Sam said, nodding.

Speaking of the Nephilim, there was a knock on the door and Jack entered with a tray of coffee after Dean opened the door for him.

"Thanks bud," Dean said after he helped Jack to give out the coffee's. He pulled the boy into his side for a second, patting his shoulder.

"No problem, dad," Jack replied, cheeks burning a little but a pleased smile on his face.

Later that day Sam was alone with Tom and Miracle in the rental they had booked. The dog had curled up on the couch while Sam had sat down at the table in the living/dining room. He had gone through a lot of the town records in the last few hours and he had made good progress thanks to the plethora of information Mary had already collected.

It would probably take them another day though he guessed, depending on how far the others had gotten.

Jack had been excited to be allowed to help on a case and Sam hadn't been able to bring himself to keep the boy away from the action.

Tom had been a little difficult all afternoon and Sam had just attributed it to being in a different place and having his normal routine disrupted. Sam had held him a lot during his research too but it had now gotten to a point where he had to admit that it was time to quit for the day. He didn't know when Dean and Jack would be returning but it was time for Tom's dinner and he at least wanted to keep that on schedule.

Sam sat at the kitchen table, his laptop still open in front of him, even though wasn't really reading the article as he tried to get Tom to latch onto him. It would probably be more comfortable on the couch but Sam didn't want to risk taking any longer and aggravating the hungry baby anymore.

Tom finally began to feed and Sam sighed in relief, leaning back as much as he could. He read another few lines of the article before his concentration was broken again.

"Fuck, Sammy," Dean said, making Sam's head swivel to the side.

He hadn't even heard the front door open and was surprised to see Dean stand there.

"You scared me," Sam said, staring at Dean. "Where's Jack?"

"Getting take-out with mom. They should be here soon," Dean replied though he sounded distracted.

His brother kept staring at Sam until the younger raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"You don't even know what you do to me, Sammy. You being all nerdy while nursing our son? I swear-" Dean broke off, swallowing hard.

Sam blushed, the heat creeping up his cheek. It only got worse when he had to switch Tom to the other side and Dean's eyes zeroed in on the abandoned nipple.

"We could try for another, you know," Dean said, walking closer.

"Oh, no, Dean, no we can't."

"Why?" Dean asked and pouted.

Sam raised an eyebrow, looking at his brother with incredulity. "We have our hands more than full enough and don't you think we played with luck and fate more than enough to get Tom?"

"Yeah but-"

"You just wanna see me pregnant with your kid again," Sam interrupted.

Dean looked caught, shrugging. "Maybe."

"Pervert," Sam said, though it was fond.

"Well-"

Sam shook his head. "You're an idiot."

"Don't be a tease now, Sammy. We don't have time-"

Thankfully they were interrupted by the door opening, Jack's laugh ringing through to them.

Sam threw Dean a quick glance to can it while he buttoned up his shirt again. He hoisted Tom up again to burp him, glaring at Dean for a second longer before Jack came around the corner.

"We got pizza," Jack said, showing off the pizza boxes in his hands.

"We'll come to the kitchen," Sam said, bouncing Tom still as he got up.

Plates were being set out as Sam placed Tom in his carrier so he could eat freely.

"So? Where are we at with the case?" Sam asked after everyone got a piece of pizza.

"I think we found the place they changed forms," Jack said. "Old sewage treating plants, there was a lot of gunk and stuff," he added, sounding a little disgusted.

Dean nodded, clapping a hand on Jack's shoulder. "Yeah, Jack found it all by himself," he said and it sounded so proud that Sam wanted to almost coo.

"Any clues on who they took over? Any bodies?"

"No," Mary chimed. "But the gunk didn't look too old yet, so I'm guessing max a week."

Sam nodded, swallowing his bite of pizza before he answered. "Okay, so I'm gonna narrow my search down. You gonna go out and look for bodies again tomorrow?"

"Yeah, that's the plan," Dean confirmed.

They struck gold nearly at the same time the next day. It was already the afternoon when Sam had texted Dean that he was pretty sure he found suspicious activity that had started around a week ago. A house put on the market and some other dubious bank transactions all linked to one family.

Twenty minutes later, Dean called him.

"We found bodies," Dean said before even greeting him.

"How many?"

There was rapid talking in the background even if Sam couldn't make out what they were talking about. "Four," Dean replied after a moment.

"Any ID?" Sam asked.

"No, but-"

"Wait, hold on a second, Dean," Sam said. He turned back to his laptop to pull up the database with the ID pictures of the family that lived in the house. "Any resemblace to these people?" Sam asked after he snapped pictures of the photos and sent them to Dean.

"What?"

"Look at your phone, old man, I sent you pictures," Sam said with a chuckle.

"Har, har," Dean grumbled but it was quieter so Sam guessed that he had taken his phone away from his ear to look at it.

There was some more chatter in the background, Sam could hear the phone being passed around. Jack's and their mom's voice noticeably closer at one point.

"Sam?" Dean asked, after a minute.

"And?"

Dean sounded a little more somber in his reply. "Yeah, I think it's them. The bodies are beginning to deteriorate but we're pretty sure."

"Even the teen?" Sam asked, voice just as somber.

"Yeah," Dean replied, breaking off.

Sam swallowed heavily, surprised by his own reaction. They had seen hundred of bodies of all ages, had killed monsters of all ages but ever since they had started their own family any child or teenage victim hit them harder than before.

"You gonna call it in? Or bury them?" Sam asked after a little more silence.

"We're gonna try and take care of the shifters first, then we can decide," Dean said, clearly also directing it to the others.

Sam was about to ask where he should meet them when he remembered that he couldn't go out and help them. He could already feel worry rising in him at the prospect of not being there while they took on at least four shifters.

"You all got silver and machetes right?" Sam asked and he knew he sounded anxious.

"We got it, Sam, don't worry. If worse comes to worst we always got Jack's powers," Dean said, trying to reassure him.

Sam sighed but nodded even if Dean couldn't see it. "Okay, but promise me you'll be careful, Dean. And keep an eye on Jack."

"Of course, Sam. Go for a walk with Tom and Miracle, I'll keep you updated."

He knew that he should be confident in his family, with two full blown hunters and a Nephilim nothing should go wrong but that didn't help his nerves. Dean was the best hunter Sam knew and yet he couldn't help but remember St. Louis.

"You call me if you need back-up or anything else," Sam demanded.

"Yes, Sam. But we gotta go now," Dean replied. "Love ya, Sammy, we'll be careful."

And then the phone was beeping, indicating that Dean had hung up.

Sam blew out a breath, running a hand over his face. He told himself that the best thing he could do now was distract himself just like Dean had suggested. Tom would appreciate seeing something else and Miracle never said no to a walk either.

..

They had been on an extra long walk since the weather was actually pretty nice for the middle of January. Sam had stopped in a coffee shop for a little while to warm up and to have something else to keep his mind from what was going on at the other side of town.

Dean had texted him once to tell him that they had located the shifters but nothing since then.

Sam had gotten back to the apartment not too long ago and after changing Tom and feeding Miracle he was kinda lost on what to do. Tom was on the carpet, having tummy time and Sam was just pacing through the living room.

Tom was babbling, trying to keep his eyes on Sam so he dropped down in front of the boy, rubbing a hand over his back.

"You don't even know how anxious your daddy's decisions makes me, do you?" Sam asked, keeping up a cheery voice so as to not worry the infant.

"No you, don't." Sam said, stroking over Tom's rosy cheeks.

Bright green eyes looked at him and Sam smiled wryly. With every month Tom began to look more like Dean and it was always a surprise to notice it.

"And I bet you'll become a mini-Dean no matter what I do, right?" Sam asked and Tom laughed, as if he understood him.

"Don't laugh, you're daddy already has the biggest ego," Sam said, tickling Tom's sides now. His son was rolling from his belly to his back, still laughing. Sam leaned down, kissing his nose before he blew a raspberry on his tummy.

He played with Tom for a little while longer before his phone rang from the couch where he had dropped it earlier.

Sam scrambled up, his heart in his throat as he grabbed the phone. Predictably it was his brother and he answered with a rushed "Dean?"

"We're fine, Sammy," Dean immediately said, a laugh in his voice.

"Don't make fun of me," Sam bit out, standing and twisting his fingers.

"I'm not, calm down. We're fine, shifters are all taken care of," he said, voice a bit more serious.

Sam blew out a relieved sigh. "Any of you hurt?"

"No, few superficial bruises and cuts but Jack took care of them," Dean informed him and Sam was actually glad that Dean didn't lie and just said that nothing happened.

"Okay, that's good. Alright," Sam said, slowly sinking down on the sofa.

"Gonna burn them and then report the victims. Should take another hour or two."

Sam nodded, before he realized that Dean couldn't see it. "Okay, we gonna leave tonight then?"

Dean hummed. "Probably for the best, don't want it to be traced back to us."

"Yeah, best not to. I'm gonna start packing then," Sam agreed, a plan already forming in his head.

"Okay, gonna text you when we get back-"

"Wait," Sam interrupted Dean before he could hang up again. "Let me talk to Jack first."

There was no verbal response, only some rustling before Jack greeted him.

"Hey, mom," he sounded fine, excited actually.

"You okay, buddy?"

"I'm good, mom. That was really fun, you should've seen it. Dad took out two with one swipe it was so cool," Jack gushed and once again Sam was reminded that their family might just be a little crazy.

"As long as you didn't get hurt," Sam said, already knowing that he would be asking them about the whole story later.

"No, not hurt at all," Jack promised.

"Okay, that's good," Sam replied, sounding relieved.

The phone was exchanged again and the call was soon over after Dean promised him they wouldn't get caught during the last stretch.

Sam shoved his phone back in his pocket, getting up and clapping his hand. "Well, how about you take a nap and I start to pack, huh? What do 'ya say, Tommy baby?"

The boy only gurgled but with no complaint, Sam strapped him into his carrier before he began to gather all of their stuff.

An hour and a half later the doorbell rang and Sam made his way from where he had just piled the last few items on the kitchen table.

"Mom," he greeted Mary when he opened the door, letting her in.

"Hey, Sam," she said, giving him a quick side-hug.

"You okay? Dean said Jack took care of any injuries," Sam rambled out.

Mary nodded, patting his shoulder. "I'm fine, Jack really is something, you know."

"Yeah," Sam said, a smile on his face.

She followed Sam back into the kitchen where Tom was waiting for them, already a little cranky after his nap.

"The others-?" Sam began to ask but was stopped by Mary chuckling.

"They wanted to go to the store and the gas station," she said.

Tom whined a little and Sam freed him from his carrier. He saw Mary look curiously at them out of the corner of his eye and he turned towards her.

"You wanna hold him?" Sam asked, already holding Tom out to her.

She looked a little caught but nodded. "Yeah."

Sam handed Tom over to her and watched Mary really interacted with her grandson for the first time. She bounced him a little, one hand tickling his belly just a bit.

"Hey, Tom," she said, smiling at him.

Tears threatened to gather in Sam's eyes as he continued to watch her play and interact with him for a while.

A few minutes later though, Tom's happy babbling turned to whining and soon he was crying.

"That sounds hungry," Mary said.

"Yeah," Sam agreed, humming.

Mary hummed too. "You want me to make up a bottle or-?"

"No," Sam said, flushing. "I uh-, we're gonna start to introduce solids when we get back but by now he's uh, breastfed as much as possible," Sam finally replied, looking pointedly down at himself.

"Oh? OH!" Mary said, looking surprised but not as disgusted as Sam had feared. "You can feed him?"

Sam nodded, accepting Tom when she held him out to him. "Yeah, the spell that temporarily gave me a womb and all also made it possible for me to feed him. It was really strange at first but it felt right nonetheless."

Mary didn't say anything for a moment and Sam was worried that he had said too much about their sons conception again but he didn't want to have to keep everything about Tom or them a secret either. He was about to excuse himself to feed Tom when she spoke up.

"I felt the same you know. I wanted to nurse you two for as long as I could as well," she said, shrugging slightly.

A small smile bloomed on Sam's face at the knowledge that clearly he and has mom did have some things in common. "Uhm, do you want me to leave to feed him or-"

"No," she blurted out. "No, just, whatever you're comfortable with."

"Okay," Sam said, thinking about it for another second but this might be a way for him to gauge if she was just acting like she accepted them or if she truly tried to.

He sat down on the nearest chair, holding Tom while he expertly opened his flannel with only one hand. It didn't take long for him to arrange Tom at his chest and the boy soon latched on.

They were quiet for a while, Tom happily nursing from Sam and Mary watching them, though Sam felt that it wasn't judgemental any longer.

"Being a parent is a good look on you, Sam," Mary said. "I'm sorry I reacted like I did."

"You don't have to apologize," Sam cut in. "You reacted much better than I thought you would," he reassured her and no matter how her reaction might have hurt him, he knew it was unfair of him to expect anything more.

"We know that what we did, how we are is illegal and wrong but as cliché as it sounds, to us it feels like the only way, the right way, you know," he said, shrugging his shoulders lightly so as to not dislodge Tom.

Mary hummed, reaching out and squeezing Sam's hand. "I can't promise that some of it won't weird me out but I will try for you two, okay? You're my boys and I can see how much you love each other, how much you love Jack and Tom."

Sam wanted to blame leftover hormones for tearing up but he knew it was just the acceptance he could see on his mother's face. "Thank you, mom," he said, voice a little choked up. "And uh, don't worry," he chuckled. "You won't see anything too scandalous, we promised Jack too and I got Dean under control."

She chuckled too, smiling before she squeezed his hand one more time and got up.

"Guess you'll be going as soon as Dean and Jack are back, huh?"

He blinked twice but rolled with the change in topic. "Yeah, I already packed up, we just need to get everything in the car. Jack has school tomorrow and I don't want him to miss too much. You coming back to Kansas?"

"No," Mary said, smiling wryly. "Bobby's out in Virginia and asked to meet up."

Sam had to hide a slightly appalled face but after she had just accepted them he knew he just had to swallow his feelings about their mother potentially pairing off with the apocalypse world copy of their surrogate father figure.

"Oh, on a hunt?" He asked instead.

"Chasing some relict I think," she said and shrugged. "We'll see, it'll be an adventure."

"Well, have fun, mom," Sam said, Tom finally finished with nursing.

The drive home was surprisingly easier than the drive there had been. Miracle and Tom were asleep while Jack had his headphones in and was watching some movie on his phone.

"You looked relaxed when we came back," Dean said after a while.

"Yeah," Sam only hummed.

"Had a good talk with mom?"

Sam turned his head to look at Dean, his brother looked expectant and Sam couldn't help but reach out and squeeze his leg.

"Yeah, actually. I think-," and he tried to find the right words. "I think she kinda gets it now, has at least accepted us. Had to promise her that we wouldn't be scandalous in front of her though."

Dean chuckled lowly, a fake pout on his lips. "Aw, man."

"No but seriously, I think she came around. She wants to come visit when she's done with whatever relict search she's doing with fake Bobby."

"Whats up with her and him?" Dean asked, looking back at Sam for a second.

"I don't think we want to know, Dean. Don't think we have any right to judge anyway."

Dean hummed, though it didn't sound particularly happy. "Yeah, that's true."

Sam leaned over and kissed Dean's cheek, letting his hand rest on his knee again. He smiled, turning back to the road and just hoped that Mary would be as happy as them.