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[minifridge]

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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[failedparenting]

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.

[minifridge]

[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.

[failedparenting]

[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.

[minifridge]

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.

[failedparenting]

[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.

[minifridge]

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?

[failedparenting]

[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.

[minifridge]

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.

[failedparenting]

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.[

[minifridge]

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?

My fucking phone keeps deleting mt

[failedparenting]

[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.]

[minifridge]

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.]

[failedparenting]

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.]

[minifridge]

[Her eyes are soft and sad. She reaches over, rests a hand on the table in a gesture of support (but doesn't touch him, since he clearly isn't up for that and yeah weird).]

I know kind of how that feels. I keep looking up and...

[Shaking her head and blinking back the tears that threaten to well up, eyes shining. Time for a moment of real vulnerability, where it's clear just how young she is.]

Does it get easier?

[She doesn't mean to ask, but it just comes out.]

[failedparenting]

[He casts a wary glance at her hand. He has to stop himself from reaching out and taking it.]

Never. Sometimes you can push it to the back of your mind, but it always hurts.

[And then, though he thinks he knows the answer:]

Who did it kill?

[minifridge]

[Mary licks her lips absently, blinks, looks away with a small, pained exhale. That's not the answer she wanted to hear, but it's no surprise.

She sighs tensely, blinking rapidly. Talking about it, even thinking about it hurts.]

My parents, for starters.

[...Smooth, Mary. Smooth.]

[failedparenting]

[He lets himself get distracted by that tongue, but he's quickly brought back to earth by her words. He was right, then, but what the fuck else could he do?]

For starters? Did it hurt you?

[Protective husband mode engage!]

[minifridge]

[Snort.] It's a demon, what else would it do?

[But the damage was emotional, not physical.]

It's that... it got away. Who knows how many people that thing is still hurting, you know?

[Her voice trembling is just your imagination. Srsly.]

[failedparenting]

[He places a hand on hers (so soft...), in what he hopes is an empathetic and comforting gesture. He's a little out of practice, being the sympathetic cop or priest or work friend, but with her it's easier. Not an act in any case.

Though if he were to say it was 100% just to comfort her, he'd be lying through his teeth.]

He'll get what's coming to him in the end, don't worry.

[minifridge]

[It is comforting, in its own way. She's starting to see that he wasn't being creepy before- obviously he's from fairly far in his future, and obviously he knows her in a way remarkable enough that he feels for her loss here. It's sweet, coming from a man - a hunter - as rough as him, since she can tell it isn't complete bull.]

How do you- wait. [She sits up a little straighter, eyes intent.] Is that what happens? In the future, in your time, is he dead? Did you get him?

[failedparenting]

I didn't get him, [Your little boy did, Mary. He killed the demon that killed your mom and dad and husband (twice), and most importantly, you. You'd be proud, or at least John hopes.] but yeah. He's dead.

[minifridge]

[She nods, swallowing thickly and looking no happier to hear it. Mary just grits her teeth and looks down, biting hard on her lip.]

Good. I'm glad.

[Wanting revenge is a sick, corrosive feeling, one she hates. She shakes her head as if shaking the cobwebs out and looks up, putting on her Casual Face.]

Glad that S.O.B. can't hurt anybody anymore.

[She pats his hand then pulls away, running her hands through her hair and pulling herself together.]

Are you going to at least rinse that cut, or are you just trusting that my knife is clean?

[failedparenting]

You and me both.

[He groans a little at the loss of contact. He was hoping for at least a few more minutes, just to cherish the feel of her skin on his...

No man, play it cool. Pretend like this girl isn't throwing you for every loop ever conceived of.]

This thing? It's a papercut. [He snorts. Oh, she is green, isn't she?] If I can leave stab wounds alone, this'll do shit.

[minifridge]

It's a papercut from a knife that's been God knows where.

[Don't even do the quiet-down-little-girl act on her, Bobby Van Halen, she will shut you the fuck down.

Especially since you set off her bossy side. Way to be.]

If you haven't ended up in the hospital from an infection yet, that's just luck, nothing more. How do you know where my knife's been recently? I could be anybody, I could be gross or never clean it.

[failedparenting]

Are you always this bossy?

[John grins a little. She is, of course. He remembers her getting onto him all the damn time for not washing his hands, or leaving underwear on the floor, or leaving the trash out, or something. Ir was a little annoying at times, but now it's almost endearing.]