She won't. He's safe. She shrugs, but appears thoughtful enough to answer. "You're grandparents, maybe." She pauses. They were gone before Dean was born. The heart attacks the police and doctors concluded it was never sat well with Mary. "We have family kicking around out there, too. I have an older brother and cousins on my father's side." She shakes her head because neither Bobby or Ellen ring any bells. "I wish I could know them." Bobby especially, from the sounds of it. To say thank you for helping her boys grow up to be safe and to have more family. Dean barely remembered not to talk with his mouth full at four, think she can give him a pass. Her smile grows with healthy amusement when Dean calls Sam a freak because she can see the brotherly love in that goofy grin. "Be nice," she teases.

He hasn't, actually. If he wants to hit some highlights, she would be impressed with the killing Hitler story. For now, anything she will ask Dean will come as she thinks of them. But there is too much she wants to ask, and too little certainty of the things he did growing up to know where to start. It's a small reprieve to the guessing game when Dean mentions the pictures in the firebox. "I would like that." She can only guess what he has in there. She does hope there is something that would answer her questions and give her something to ask about. Like how long it seems Dean has known Castiel for. "Well...it's not the worst thing for him. Just means a few more vegetables for dinner and more burgers for us, you know?" She smiles and takes a fry from her plate to chomp. There's something to cherish about one son having the same eating habits as herself and the other choosing to eat well despite what she passed on.