sometimes i wonder what Mary would say if she saw her two babies now, what she’d do, what she’d tell them.
i imagine it would involve a lot of anger— against John, mostly— a lot of screaming at God for what he’s let happen to her most precious creations. and then when the anger settles, she’d just want to hold her boys close and kiss their faces and stroke their hair and tell them, “I don’t care what the world has made you believe about yourselves— you ARE good men. you’re so good inside, and i love you both enough that i could make all of the stars fall from the sky just for you.”
the strength of a mother’s love can be unfathomable; what more for the mother who’s birthed Sam and Dean Winchester? ;A;