dear_mun | momchester finally made a bb account

[Oh look, a hunter. She loves those. Still, no reason to be rude. She offers him a tight smile.]

I'm sorry, do I know you?

[He looks familiar, which could be a good thing or a bad thing. Given the weirdo comments about her ~life, she's leaning towards bad.]

[He smiles at her sadly. Of course she wouldn't recognize him, he's got 30 years on the John she knows.]

No, you don't. You never will, thank god.

[ . . .

Well. That settles that. Not.

She stares at him, eyebrows slowly raising higher and higher as she regards him, various senses tingling, both Spidey and otherwise.]

Right. Okay. [Cryptic is always bad. Cryptic and being recognized usually ends in violence.] What is that supposed to mean, exactly?

Nothing, forget it.

[He waves the question away, but he just can't stop staring at her. She's so gorgeous, blonde and shining the way he's always remembered.

And young. Way, way too young. It hurts stay still with her so close, to not just reach out and kiss her senseless. But with how old she is, it would be wrong. Very wrong.]

[So many things to say, but she's a little thrown off by the staring. She pulls her jacket tighter around herself (which, unknown to her, does absolutely nothing to help tone down the "gorgeous" thing) and clears her throat.]

Why don't you just tell me? Have you worked with my dad or something?

[One of those hunters Dad warned her about.]

[Nope, she's not doing herself any favors there (or rather, she is, but decidedly not what she needs right now). He looks down immediately, fiddling with his ring. When she suggests he's worked with Samuel, he has to choke down a laugh.]

Oh hell no. He'd kill me before we got the hunt.

[He looks back up to her, smirking.]

I wish I could tell you, really.

[Mary is almost relaxing, all ready to accept that he's obviously a hunter. Then the guy keeps talking, and once more nothing makes sense.]

But...

[Sort of boggling. What do. The smirk and the staring aren't really helping his case or helping her relax. She doesn't know what to think. Just to set a baseline, she pulls out a knife that's obviously silvered.]

Fine. [Gesturing at his hand. This isn't necessarily normal. The world hasn't gone to shit yet, it's still a more innocent time of something like a status quo, where holy water and silver knives haven't become the hunter's handshake yet. But her Daddy always told her that when something doesn't feel right, it probably isn't, so she has to make sure.] Can you at least humor me? [Beat.] Sir?

[Because manners. Jeez.]

[John readily holds his hand out when she pulls out the knife. He's done this before, countless times. The fine scars criss-crossing his palm are testaments to it.]

I'm human, ba- Mary. I can tell you that much.

[Lucky for him, Mary doesn't notice his near slip-up; she's too focused on his hand. The scars on his palm draw a sympathetic wince, but she doesn't back down.]

I can't just believe you. [Almost pained. The strained unhappiness in her eyes betrays just how much she hates having to be this paranoid, this hardened, this fearful.

Mary lays hands on him delicately, turning his scarred palm over and instead peeling back his sleeve a couple inches after a glance of silent permission. Not going for the palm- palms are so sensitive, cutting them is pointlessly mean. She's seen hunters do this before a few times, and it's always bothered her- the huge cuts across the palm, the slices down the arm. You don't need to make a four-inch hole in somebody just to make a point. Instead she lays her blade against the side of his wrist, making a very shallow, barely inch-long cut.

When nothing happens, she gets out a little container of holy water, tensing up. Demons always used to be the last things on her mind- there were how many possessions a year? They were so rare. But she can't get the yellow-eyed demon out of her mind, and her hand trembles visibly as she sprinkles a few drops of holy water on his hand.]

[The physical contact is...torture, to say the least. It's not fair; she's standing here in front of him and he can't do a damn thing about it. John has to remind himself that life's never been fair, and certainly not his.

After Mary's tests prove he's human, John quickly pulls his hand away.]

See? 100% human.

[Too quickly, and she blinks in surprise, a little... not put out, but perplexed. She thought she was being nice about this whole knife thing, considering he's the one who started being creepy. She wipes off the knife blade (what little blood there is) and pockets it, eyes not leaving him.

God, she hates this. The knives. The mistrust.

She hates that she can't shake the feeling that she knows him.]

Okay, I believe you. [So not a monster. Just a weirdo.] Are you going to tell me how you know me? At all? I don't like being in the dark.

[John shakes his head, pulling his sleeve back down. She's punching holes in his paper-thin resolve, and her hands sure as hell didn't help a bit. But dammit, he has to try. ]

Even if I thought it was a good idea, you wouldn't believe it. Sorry.

[He wants to, God knows he does. He wants to grab Mary and admit it all, tell her he loves her then do unspeakable things to her he could only dream about for 20 years. Would it be so wrong? It's not like he's actually 30 years older than her. They have kids in her future, and they're married.

And then John realizes he's trying to justify fucking a 20 year old. What the hell is wrong with him?

John crosses his arms, and looks away from her. Try not to think about it, the urge will go away. Solid plan.]

You should know how important it is to keep people in the dark, sometimes.

[18 year old, actually, so good job bro. Said teenager backs away, hopping up on a counter ~~that I just decided exists~~ and pulling her legs up, perched cross-legged. As he keeps talking she bristles, setting her jaw and tossing her hair defiantly.]

Do you have to do that? I'm not a child. I know what's out there.

[Oh, ever better.]

I know you're not, but there's some things you don't need to know.

[Like how your now-boyfriend-eventual-husband loses his shit after your murder and turns to hunting, dragging your kids down with him.]

This isn't about what's "out there", Mary.

[So suspicious now. She crosses her legs tighter, hands clasped almost protectively around her ankles as she gives him a hard stare (that's getting more visibly freaked out).]

What is it about?

[As long as he gives her leading comments she will jump on them. Hard. He needs to either break down or shut down this conversation and talk about something else.]

You, mostly.

[That's the one weakness that John's never been able to overcome. There's just something about Mary that makes him make poor choices. In this case, it's not shutting the hell up.]

[Dot. Dot. Dot.]

Um. Okay. I can see why my father would-

[Shutting up. No matter what she's thinking, she will not antagonize or insult the stalker with guns. Just... find a way out of here. Yes.]

Fuck, no. No, it's not like that.

[Except it is, in a weird way. No doubt Samuel thought John was defiling Mary. Oh, he is going about this in all the wrong ways.]

See, this is why you don't need to know.

[Beat.]

With all due respect, you sound a little like a stalker.

[And that's being polite.]

Well, I'm not.

[Best defense.]

[Flat stare.]

Okay...? If you're not going to tell me anything at all, maybe you should go.

[Then something occurs to her that she's only just encountered in this... strange place.]

Do you know me in the future?

[Well shit. How the hell can he answer that?]

You could say that.

Why can't you just say yes or no? What's wrong?

I don't think you understand "I can't tell you".

[Yes John, be the adult here.]

You already admitted that you know me in the future. You could have just admitted it normally instead of choosing the weirdest possible way to say it.

[Yes, Mary, be the petulant teenager here. The petulant teenager with a damn good point.]

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