"So he did something right after all." She forces the the words out, voice getting quieter still, and takes Dean's hand in hers. They both need time to get used to being together here; she's known that all along, but this is worse than she could have imagined. If John were here, she'd be screaming, and it seems so unfair to realize that while knowing what chasing after revenge had cost him.

Mary reaches for her mug with her free hand, drinking just enough so that her throat isn't quite as dry before putting it back down. Dean should know that it's not his fault, but he doesn't seem to. Whether he's ashamed of himself or John, she can't tell. "I made one for him, before we were married." She's never told anyone that until now, and as soon as the words are out, she expects all hell to break loose.

"I'd have made one for you or your brother in a heartbeat, Dean."