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You know they're just icons, right? [Mary brushes her hair out of her eyes and stares unimpressed into the... wherever it is she's looking.] There's really no need to obsess.

[She rolls her eyes and scoffs in an... incredibly teenage way.]

I don't even know why you made this account. It's not like there's a point. [squaring her shoulders determinedly, self-consciously aware that she looks a little silly.] My life will be way too boring for you to write anything about and that's just fine with me. Got it?

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[His brow furrows. They even worked a damn case?]

Really. What were you after?

[He doesn't believe it. Or rather, he won't believe it.]

You'll never believe me.

[One of, honestly, the rarest critters from her time. She's trying valiantly to keep the bald unhappiness off her face, or the little flinch when she says the D word.]

It was a demon.

A demon. Really.

[He is shocked, but for reasons Mary wouldn't understand. God, maybe that's the link. If it was the demon, that could explain Dean being there (not how, that's still a grand clusterfuck of a mystery, but it's a reason).

Maybe it's how it got her scent.]

Demons are pretty damn rare. You sure that's what it was?

[He needs to be sure.]

[She makes a choked sound that was meant to be a scoff or laugh.]

Yeah, I'm pretty sure.

[...Okay, taking it back a notch. She's dealing with their deaths.

Really.]

How, is what I'm asking. Most cases of demon possession just turn out to be pissed off ghosts.

[He's losing his grip on the conversational tone. Reel it in, she'll get suspicious.]

I saw its eyes, okay?!

[Dealing. So well.]

[Of all the possible reactions, sudden anger was the last John would expect. Reflexively, he throws his hands up and backs off a bit.]

Woah, it was just a question.

[But the thing is, she's obviously distressed. Another piece to this god-awful puzzle.]

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

[She doesn't usually lie about something like this. When she's far from okay, she damn well says so and gets the hell out of Dodge. It'd have to be something trivial and stupid for her to do the casual act.

Or really, really serious. At a certain point, she can't deal with how not-okay she is, so she just stops letting anyone in. John might remember it from back in the old days. Those first few months after her parents died that were tense and quiet, strained in ways she never did explain as she pushed him away and put up walls, had secret conversations with strange relatives and spent long minutes staring out into space, thinking hard. The days when every conversation ended with "I'm fine." It was a unique kind of repressed frailty that she never really showed again.]

We worked a case with a demon and eventually found it. But the son of a bitch got away.

[How many times did you hear her swear when she was this young?]

[Oh yeah, John sees right through her act. In all the years they were together, an "I'm fine" from Mary was a sure sign that something was seriously wrong. Twice, it happened, when her parents died, and those few tense days before he moved out.

Something bad happened with that demon, and it's looking more and more likely that John's suspicions about it's true nature are right. Though he doesn't want to pry too hard and hurt her worse, he needs to know what it did. It may tell him exactly what he needs.]

What happened, Mary?

[For a moment, it almost looks like she's not going to answer. Her eyes shut, lips pressing together. Steeling herself. Shutting off a little more- just to survive a few more minutes. Thinking about that night hurts so much.

Then Mary opens her eyes, and gives him a blank look.]

It didn't go well. It was stronger than we thought.

What did it do.

[The way she's reacting now, shutting down and retreating, he's seen it only one other time. He remembers it clearly, because he was sure she was going to leave him in the fallout of her parents...

Oh hell, that would explain so much.]

Well, after we got it away from its first target, your brother managed to overreact just enough to get its attention.

[So much bitterness.]

Like I said- it didn't go well.

[But like hell she's telling a living soul about her deal. No.]

Of course he did.

[All pretense of this being just a conversation is gone now. John is straight up digging for answers now, and he's starting to get agitated.]

"It didn't go well" tells me shit.

[Well tough titties, John, because that pinch you're feeling is your own earlier cryptic weirdness biting you in the ass.]

You don't get "I can't tell you", do you? [So mature yes.] Don't worry, Dean got out fine.

[This kind of meanness is sorely uncharacteristic. She feels vicious, angry- angry at Dean, who she hasn't been able to speak to anybody about except a few relatives who asked her how it happened, but they couldn't know the whole story. It's that pretty jerk's fault her parents are dead and even talking about it now has the memory and resentment rising like bile.]

...Sir.

[He barely stops himself from throwing back some assholish remark about her being too young and naive to know when something's bad enough to warn people. Bitching and anger will get him nowhere. For now, though, he has to settle for hunches. He knows when Mary makes a decision about something she sticks by it, and clearly she's decided to stay quiet about this demon.]

Fine, I get it, you won't talk. It's dangerous, though, keeping that kind of info to yourself. Other hunters could need it.

[The throwaway sir has him unsettled. There was something in the blatant sarcasm, the "I'm right, but whatever you say" eye roll. It's so reminiscent of the boys growing up, he suddenly feels like "Dad" again, and by extension even more of a creep.]

And don't call me that.

I told my uncles, they can take care of it.

[Defensively. She shrinks a little more into herself.]

Okay.

Dean was... it wasn't like any case we'd ever worked before. [A cautious glance.] He said the demon killed your mom.

[Besides the fact that it kills your family, too, that's a brilliant plan Mary.

At least he got his confirmation. Of course, he's less than happy Dean told her she died (indirectly, but...)]

I figured.

The... [She swallows hard. It's clearly still very raw and unhealed for her. Hard to even think of without remembering so vividly, the sights, the sounds and feel of that night.] The one with the yellow eyes?

[He nods, absently fiddling with his ring. It's almost a reflex now. Whenever he talks about the bastard, he goes for it for the comfort. The one thing that hasn't changed in years.]

Yeah. That bastard fucked us all over real good.

Yeah, I- [Her voice cracks. She sucks in a breath and swallows hard, hitching the neutral expression back up. Badly.] -I know how you feel.

It killed y- my wife.

[If Mary really was some ransom hunter's kid, he'd never divulge that sort of personal information. Hell, no hunter would. But it's Mary, and he doesn't feel that voice in the back of his mind to not trust her

That, slip up though. He needs to watch it.[

Oh.

[Her face softens instantly into concern and sympathy; she lightly hops down from the counter and crosses the room, pulling up a chair nearish him.]

I'm sorry. [A glance at the wedding ring.] How long ago?

[Oh god, he's not sure he can deal with her being this close. He sure as hell doesn't want her to be up on that counter clear across the room , though.

John settles on staying where he is, but angling his body away from his. Just in case.]

It was about twenty years ago. For me, anyway.

[God, this is surreal.]

Oh.

[She looks down at the ring again. Her voice is soft.]

I can't imagine how much you miss her.

[Since he's still wearing the ring.]

It's hard. She, uh...[] She was everything, you know?

It's like losing a limb, almost. It feels like she's there for a second, and when it hits that she isn't...

[He looks up from his hand into her eyes. Jesus, she's beautiful.]

momchester finally made a bb account

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