Title: Intuition

Summary: Mary was meant to forget…but she didn't forget everything. "The Song Remains The Same" ficlet. Set pre-series.

Spoilers: References to "The Song Remains The Same."

Disclaimer: It's still not mine…and I deny any and all involvement in an attempt to kidnap Dean. I *told* them it wouldn't work. I mean…um, never mind. ;)

A/N: This fic was inspired by the scene with John and Mary at the end of "The Song Remains The Same." :)

A/N2: I thank my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for His incredible goodness and mercy.


Intuition

Life without hunting was everything Mary had ever dreamed it would be. John was amazing, and sweet, and supportive. They didn't have a lot of money, but she'd never cared about that.

They were happy.

And now, they would have someone to share that happiness with: a baby.

A baby.

The thought made Mary smile, and her hands drifted unconsciously to her stomach.

"Hey, Mary," John called. He stopped in the doorway of the kitchen, buttoning up his shirt with his free hand. "I'm gonna drop by the hardware store after work. What color paint should I get for nursery?"

"Blue," Mary answered without thinking.

"What if it's a girl?"

Mary shook her head.

"We're having a boy."


They were sitting in the living room, John in his favorite chair and Mary curled up on the couch, a book of baby names resting in her lap. Or, well, on her stomach. Her lap had been getting steadily smaller over the last couple months.

She stared down at the book and frowned. They'd talked about a few different names, but for some reason, none of them seemed to fit.

"I want to name this baby after my mother," she said suddenly.

John blinked at that, then slowly, he nodded.

"You know that's fine with me, but…I thought you said we're having a boy."

"We are," Mary answered. "His name will be Dean."

She closed the book, and set it aside.

Dean, she thought. There. That sounded right.


Mary lay in her hospital bed, exhausted, but happy. Dean was asleep in her arms, his tiny fingers curled around the blanket he'd been wrapped in.

Neither she or John could stop staring at him.

"How'd you know?" John asked softly.

"Know what?"

"That we'd have a boy."

Mary frowned a little, an unexplainable feeling of something prickling in her chest. But she pushed the feeling back resolutely, and smiled.

"Mother's intuition," she said easily.

That's all it was. Just mother's intuition.

Fin


A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! If you did, I hope you'll check out my other John and Mary fics, "Safe," and "The Clothes Make The Man."

Please let me know what you think!

Take care and God bless!

Ani-maniac494 :)