Gunpowder and Lead

XXIV

Season Twelve

[Keep Calm and Carry On]

Mary and Dean were in the park at night looking at each other. Dean looked down at the phone in his hand and put it in his pocket.

"I, uh... Are you... really... real?" Dean asked.

While Mary was looking at him, Dean approached and reached out to touch her. Mary grabbed Dean's arm, threw him to the ground, and put her foot on his neck.

"Ohh!" Dean cried.

"Where am I? Who the hell are you?" Mary demanded.

"I'm – I'm Dean. Winchester. I'm your son."

"No. My Dean is four years old."

Dean breathed shakily. "I was when you died."

Mary stood up and let go of Dean's arm and gasped as she remembered what happened to her.

"Sammy. Sammy!"

A baby cried for his mom. There was a scream and Mary was burning on the ceiling of Sam's nursery.

Mary exhaled sharply.

Dean breathed heavily. "Mom. Listen to me. Your name – your name is Mary Sandra Campbell, okay? You were born December 5, 1954, to Samuel and Deanna Campbell. Your father, he bounced around a lot for, uh, work, and you bounced right along with him, and you ended up in Lawrence, Kansas."

"How do you know all that?" Mary asked.

"Dad told me. March 23, 1972, you walked out of a movie theater – Slaughterhouse-Five. You loved it, and you bumped into a big Marine and you knocked him flat on his ass. You were embarrassed, and he laughed it off, said you could make it up to him with a cup of coffee. So, you went to, uh, Mulroney's and you talked and he was cute and he knew the words to every Zeppelin song, so when he asked you for your number, you gave it to him, even though you knew your dad would be pissed. That was the night that – that you met–"

"John Winchester."

"August 19, 1975, you were married... in Reno. Your idea. A few years later, I came along, then Sammy."

"And then I burned. How long have I been gone?"

"33 years."

Mary moved forward, touching him. "Dean."

"Hi, Mom."

Mary slowly moved in to hug Dean, who had a stricken look on his face.

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Castiel smashed through a billboard advertising a mystery spot.

The man walked over to the edge of the crater made by the landing and saw Castiel pulling himself out. "Holy mother."

Castiel stood and looked around. "Where am I?"

"Uh... Earth?"

"No. How far am I from Lebanon, Kansas?" Castiel asked.

"Uh... Th-three hours, maybe. Wait, wait, wait, wait. Who – What are you, man?"

Castiel walked towards the man and touched him on the forehead. The man dropped to the ground. Castiel left him there as he drove off in the truck.

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Dean and Mary were sitting on a bench in the park. Dean's coat was around Mary's shoulders.

"How did he die?" Mary asked.