[It's maybe... three seconds after "every day in this world is a struggle" that it starts hitting her. The instant he says John's name, she sucks in a harsh breath that rattles something terrible inside her. It's true- all of it, all of it, the things nobody ever asks and she isn't allowed to talk about anymore, because it's been almost a year and shouldn't she be over it. The things that claw at her every day and every night and will never stop haunting. The truths she didn't know were hurting and oh god, Michael's touch is the only thing in the world she needs at the moment it happens.
By the time the angel's done talking, Mary has tears pouring down her cheeks and she's crying harder than she's cried in years. She holds onto Michael's shoulders, hands balling up fistfuls of her shirt in an astonishingly childish gesture, and all she can say is to mouth one thing.
I miss them. I miss them, she tries to say, I miss them. John and Dean and Sam. Because they've all been here, and she's had them all, and she has them now- but her family, the man she married, the children she still pines for like a missing limb? She hasn't seen them in a long, long time.
Someone is finally watching over her. And by god, she just wants someone to understand.]
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By the time the angel's done talking, Mary has tears pouring down her cheeks and she's crying harder than she's cried in years. She holds onto Michael's shoulders, hands balling up fistfuls of her shirt in an astonishingly childish gesture, and all she can say is to mouth one thing.
I miss them. I miss them, she tries to say, I miss them. John and Dean and Sam. Because they've all been here, and she's had them all, and she has them now- but her family, the man she married, the children she still pines for like a missing limb? She hasn't seen them in a long, long time.
Someone is finally watching over her. And by god, she just wants someone to understand.]