Supernatural Little Sister

Mother Mary

Allison: 26
Dean: 35
Sam: 32

     Dean enters the bunker, still flabbergasted from his mother's arrival, with Mary trailing behind. As the mother and son walk down the steps, Sam looks up from his book.
     "De—Mom?" Sam asks, mouth agape.
"Hi, Sammy," she says with a big teary-eyed smile. Sam drops his book and rushes to hug her. "You're so big!" She laughs with a smile.
      "I—wha—I just—" Sam stutters.
      "Don't hurt yourself, Sammy." Dean jokes and his mom laughs. "I'll explain later."
     "What smells so good?" Mary asks, walking forward.
      "Allison is, uh, cooking dinner, pasta I think," Sam says, still awestruck by the presence of his mother. Mary turns to face her boys and beams.
      "Oh, Allison." She sighs shakily. "Allison is cooking dinner. My baby."
      "Sam, what's going on?" Allison asks, wiping her hands with a rag. "Oh, hey, Dean. I thought I heard voices," she says with a hint of confusion in her voice.
     Who is this woman?
     "Ally, we'd like you to meet someone." Dean says cooly.
     I feel like I know her from somewhere.
"Hi! I'm Allison," Allison says offering her hand. Mary stares at her, tears brimming in her eyes and collects her daughter in a warm hug.
     "My baby!" Mary whispers.
     "Oh! Okay..." Allison says, looking to her teary-eyed brothers. "What's going on?" She asks with a concerned edge in her voice.
     "My name is Mary, Mary Winchester." Mary pulls away and looks at her beautiful daughter. Allison instinctively laughs but then sees her brother's faces.
     "Oh. Oh, my god. Wait how? How is this possible?" Allison asks, tearing up.
     "I'll fill you in later. That's not important right now," Dean says.
     "Well. Wow. Wow!" Allison hugs her mom. "You're even more beautiful than Dad said! I only saw like one picture that he kept in his wallet so I didn't recognize you right away—so sorry about that. I wish I would've noticed earlier, now it's so awkward. Oh, wow this is crazy—" Allison rambles and Mary laughs, wiping her tears away.
     "Ally." Sam chuckles. "You made dinner?"
     "Yeah. Oh, yeah! Hope ya like pasta! Itsa spicy meat-a-ball! Oh, my gosh. I'm sorry. What is wrong with me?" Sam laughs at his sister and follows her into the kitchen. Dean starts after them but Mary doesn't follow.
     "Dean—" she says.
     "Yeah?" Dean says as he turns around.
     "She's so beautiful," Mary says, tears running down her face.
     "I know." Dean smiles and wraps his mom in a hug. "You know...she's a lot like you, mom."
     "You think so?" Mary says, giggling.
     "She got Dad's appetite, music taste and stubbornness, but the rest is all you. She's so awesome." Dean laughs. "Come on, let's eat."
     Mary follows him into the kitchen. The small family sits down at the table together and they can't help but smile at each other as they eat. The family starts to catch up and laugh together for the first time in over 20 years. The Winchesters soon feel a warm, newfound happiness settle over the table that they haven't felt in such a long time.