Short fluff, don't know what it is. Sorry, I'm kinda into just writing Destiel including Mary right now and I can't stop

Mary woke to darkness, a content darkness slashed with slivers of muted white light and filled with shimmering dust. In the stillness of the morning, she heard the soft unmistakable sound of a guitar and the melodic hum of a muffled voice.

As her legs slipped out from under the warm sheets her eyes flicked towards the alarm clock that sat up against the wall, the time read 2:57 am.

Pulling herself out of bed, she made her way towards the hallway and silently pulled open the door.

Light flooded the room and as her eyed adjusted she wondered who would be up at a time like this. Obviously a hunters sleep schedule was crazy ( as fuck according to Dean) but with no open cases or known apocalypses on the verge of consuming the planet, The Winchesters  had come to the unanimous conclusion that a few relaxed days where long overdue.

Sam, Dean and Mary had all agreed that that included a LOT of sleeping which was why  disturbance of the bunkers new found silence was odd

She walked down the corridor following the sound of the music as it echoed throughout

( It's new year right now so happy new year)
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Mary stood peaking through the doorway of the kitchen, watching the scene in front of her with mild surprise

Dean had is arms around Castiel's neck and his cheek pressed against his tame of kobicha  curls, his eye where closed and as he sung along to the song. Cas had his face pressed against his partners neck as he watched Dean through his eyelashes, Blue eyes filled with emotion. The moved gently with the tap of the cross-sticks.

The feeling that she had walked in on something privet washed over her and as she contemplated leaving she couldn't help but watch her son

( if you want to sink the song with the writing 0:35 is where you'll want to start)

I'll reach my hands out in the dark

The song sounded fitting for what she had heard of  her son and the Angel' relationship

And wait for yours to interlock

Dean voice was silvery, sweet like honey as he sung.

I'll wait for you

I'll wait for you

Cas's voice was muffled by Dean as he joined in, lifting his head so he could look Dean in the eyes

Cause I'm not given up
I'm not given up
Given up
Given up
No not yet

The song was overlaid with the sound of laughter as they spun around the kitchen

Even when I'm down to my last breath
Even when they say theres nothing left
So don't give up on-

A moment of nostalgia passed over Mary, nostalgia and a memory so similar to the moment displayed in front of her it was like déjà vu, she looked down at the floor as a vision of her and John dancing together, little Dean clinging to her leg, flashed through her head.

When she looked back up almost a full verse of the music had passed

-Even when nobody else believes
I'm not goin' down that easily
So don't give up on me

Dean let go of Cas and grabbed a discarded spatula from off of the metal counter, he let out a chuckle before holding it to his mouth like a microphone, Then began lip sinking dramatically to the music

She smiled at her son's childish antiques but watched on as he 'performed'

And I will hold
I'll hold onto you
No matter what this world'll throw
It won't shake me loose

He danced as he serenaded the Angel, making ridiculous hand movements, every time causing Cas to break out into bursts of short sweet laughter

I'll reach my hands out in the dark
And wait for yours to interlock
I'll wait for you
I'll wait for you

Grabbing Cas's hands he swung them to the beat of the song grinning from ear to ear, his eyes shining like Castiel held the world.

Cause I'm not givin' up
I'm not givin' up, givin' up
No, not yet
Even when I'm down to my last breath
Even when they say there's nothin' left
So don't give up on

As she watched, listening to the lyrics and what they ment, it clicked. As though a  switch had been flicked Mary realised that her son was truly and deeply in love.

The horribly amazing type of love that people sung songs and wrote books  ( and fanfiction ) about

Realising that her son was in love wasn't something Mary thought she'd ever get to do

Her eyes shone as her boy kissed the Angel, His Angel, as the music trailed on until its final note, As they clung to each other in the silence of the morning like there was nothing else in the universe but this moment.

My chuck this was horrible why would you even read this shit ( I know I wouldn't) but whatever, with 2 and a half hours till my birthday and 20% on my phone I might as well end this here. Sorry for the writing

Stay Queer, bye - L