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[huntingly]

Look, I'm not-- I can't be here. I need to get home. I need to make sure John's okay, and I just can't deal with everything you're throwing at me right now. I mean, demons are one thing, but now it's angels and time-traveling sons and the apocalypse and.. it's just too much.

You could, you know, at least give me a little bit of a breather.

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[over_identifies]

[huntingly]

[over_identifies]

Um...I...uh...

Hi...

[huntingly]

Hi. No offense, but what's with the face you're making?

[over_identifies]

Sorry, I...

[Nervous throat-clearing.]

Sorry. You look like someone I know. Knew.

[huntingly]

You know, the last time someone said something like that, I met my adult kids.

[over_identifies]

You met your...

[Wow. Awkward.]

That's...weird.

[huntingly]

That's kind of an understatement.

[over_identifies]

I'm. I'm sorry. To hear that. No one...no one deserves weird.

[demonhunting]

[...oh, dammit. Just...good god, it's her. It really is her, just younger and not a ghost. Which should be good, but there's so many emotions coming into play here that Sam can't really find the words.]

Pretty sure this is as much of a breather as anyone can get here. [Small smile.] Hi.

[huntingly]

Uh, hi. Sam, right? You're my, um, my son, right?

[demonhunting]

[He nods.]

Yeah. [Canon points, huh?] Sorry we had to meet up here, of all places.

[huntingly]

No, I mean, I've-- you know, I've met you, I just.. I just thought you were some guy. I..

[ she rubs her eyes. ]

This is a lot to deal with.

[demonhunting]

You're not the only one.

[Reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. Awkward.]

[elatum]

[Unfortunate that Mary's mun would choose such a trying canon point. It's hardly surprising, however.

There's a hint of sympathy in his countenance.]

Muns have a tendency to be difficult.

[huntingly]

.. John? [ wait, no-- there's something wrong about this. ] No-- Who are you?

[elatum]

[She receives a smile for that.]

Michael.

Hello Mary.