Hey, Jude.

Mary Winchester; been a hunter all my life. I love my boys, my family, more than anything.

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((omg dear, hello!!! i promise i wasn’t ignoring you when you sent me these things in response to the writing exercises/ headcanons stuff, both to Baby and Mary. um, apparently I haven’t been receiving any messages/getting notifications for any new ones so i have messages from the beginning to end of November flooding into both my inboxes right now ugh crap sorry! :c and this goes to anyone who has been trying to send me things, as well!! i apologize :c stupid tumblr *grumble grumble*))

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❅ send me christmas questions ❅

Gingerbread: Do you like tea?

Tinsel: What perfume/cologne do you wear?

Ribbon: What's a book that had a strong impact on you?

Holly: Who was the last person you sent a letter to?

North Pole: What in your life are you most grateful for?

Christmas Carole: Would you change your name if you could?

Santa: What's your favorite month?

Noell: At a movie theature, which armrest is yours?

Rudolf: What's a band a family member introduced you to?

Candy Cane: Can you make paper snowflakes?

Eggnog: What was the name of your first stuffed animal?

Mrs. Clause: Have you ever been on a boat in the ocean?

Ice: Would you rather be overdressed or underdressed at every party?

Hot Cocoa: What's your favorite thing about yourself?

Reindeer: What is your spirit animal?

Yule Log: Least favorite vegetable?

Stocking: What color are your socks right now?

Elf: If you had unlimited money to one shop, which shop would it be?

Wreath: Are you allergic to anything?

Cookies: Top three favorite bands?

Toys: Do you want children?

Sleigh Bells: Can you whistle?

Snowman: Do you like accents?

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Sick as a Dog || Dean & Mary

Mary laid down with her head tucked weakly against her pillow. Her dingy, disgusting pillow that definitely needed its case changed or cleaned because she had sweated right through it last night. A shiver crawled up her spine and she shook her head. She couldn’t even get out of bed for a glass of water, much less go change her pillowcase. She remembered these witches from what they had done to  her when she had just gotten back; greyfaces, they were called. They had de-aged her back to seventeen and careless when all she needed to do was be careful and try to figure out what was going on. She wished she could have enjoyed that youth at a different time when she didn’t have to worry about finding a place to hide out after being resurrected. Like right now. Oh, she would definitely take that de-aging over this sickness right now. It was even worse than the last flu she could remember having. Mary hadn’t eaten in what seemed like a day, and her water bottles had been emptied along with her stomach a few hours ago. Her eyelids were feeling heavy, too heavy, and she wanted nothing more than for someone to just come help her. She wasn’t past asking for help, not when she was certain that if she didn’t get some soon, her body might shut down. But the phone was too far away, her arms felt too heavy to lift. Though she tried and only ended up knocking her lamp down in the process; a shatter of glass and ceramics blanketing her in darkness.

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Dean sat in the car, hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white and his palms hurting. Anticipation, longing, excitement, dread, worry, happiness and guilt were all swirling around inside him, a violent tornado of emotions that made him feel like he was going to vomit if he as much as moved.

He’d made the mistake of starting to think before he’d gotten out of the car and now he was stuck. Dean had always worked better when he didn’t think, he had a good gut instinct that usually guided him in the right direction, the thoughts just slowed him down, made him doubt - both himself and others - so it was better to just act. It was better to just get out of the car and walk up to the door and knock, wait for a moment or two before it opened and there she’d be. Mom. He wouldn’t have started thinking then either, just would have hugged her for the longest of time. But he’d started thinking and now he was stuck.

What if she wasn’t really Mom? What if she was different? What if she would be angry with him for not coming right away? What if she wouldn’t even recognize him? And worst of all: What if she’d be exactly the same as she had been back then? How could he and Sam even begin to fit into her life then? When so many bad things had happened? Could they just forget that and be her sons again?

Dean almost started the car and drove away, back to the motel and back to Sam. He couldn’t do it. Approaching that door was like taking a leap into the abyss. Still, he longed for it, but he was afraid of what he might lose in the process. Things were good now, he had Sam back - and a tentative tolerance growing with Meg, but most of all Sam, alive and well - he had the hunting now that someone was apparently trying to open Purgatory so there were no shortage on things to do. It was life as he knew it; Family and Hunting.

Except…

Except part of his family was beyond that door, a part that he’d missed so fiercely for so many years. 

Flinging the car door open, Dean was out and heading towards the door in a matter of seconds. His steps thudded heavy and determined against the ground and the knock on the door was hard enough to hurt his knuckles. He moved as he waited - if you move the thoughts can’t catch you - pacing back and forth outside the door. The wait was too long. Maybe she wasn’t home? Dean didn’t know whether to be disappointed or relieved. But he’d come all this way, he couldn’t just go home again without nothing. 

Sliding the lockpick from his pocket, Dean quickly checked to make sure he wasn’t watched then stepped closer to the door to work the lock open. It wasn’t a difficult lock, barely took a minute before the soft snick told him that he’d succeeded. He took the handle and carefully pushed the door open. The room was dark and it smelled stale and…sick. Dean swallowed and pushed the door open further. There was a shape on the bed.

Oh god she’s dead! Dean had been too late to come and see her. She was gone again. Infinite sadness threatened to well up but then there was movement and he froze.

"Mom?" he croaked out. 

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This sickness that overwhelmed her was worse than any flu she could remember. It made her whole body ache, made her skin crawl with goosebumps. Sweat glistened her forehead and her green eyes, usually so lively and bright, were now.. Dull, grayed; the life sucked from them.

She wondered if this had to do with how she got this sudden sickness, if all this strangeness and severity had to do with the grey faces--- the witches--- casting it upon her so suddenly. Maybe her body wasn't used to having something so foreign come across so quickly. Maybe she was going into shock. Mary wouldn't be surprised if that was the truth, because at this point she was just wondering how much longer she would make it.

But she had faith and she had to believe.

Mary had to believe that whatever--- whoever brought her back did so with the intention of keeping her around. And from her encounter with the supposed King of Hell, she knew that she would be a mighty big piece in this game of chess. That alone gave her enough hope to hold onto that this strange curse cast on her wouldn't wipe her out. It was too soon for that, she wasn't ready to leave. Not so early, not yet, not any time soon. She had met up with Sam once by now, spent time with him and catching up with him.

But, Dean? Mary hadn't heard a word from her little angel since she had gotten back. She was beginning to wonder if she would even get the chance to see him when the door handle started jiggling. With the little ounce of energy she had left, Mary grabbed her silver knife and a vial of salt she kept under her pillow at all times. Though she couldn't sit up from her reposed position, she wasn't about to go down without a fight. If whatever this was walking through the door was going to attack, Mary knew she could at least have a fighting chance even from where she was laying down and in the state she was currently in.

She didn't have to worry about that, though. No, not at all because that was...

"Dean?" Mary whispered, letting her guard fall immediately. Of course, not the best idea and not the most hunter-ly thing she could have done but, well, if she was on her death bed (again), then Mary would be damned if she didn't see her little angel. "Baby?" she let out quietly after a weak sort of coughing fit. "Oh, Dean. Come here, love. I-I promise it's me, you can call Sammy, baby, I promise it's me," she pleaded.

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Help || Mary & Becky

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"She’s dead," Mary said quietly, finishing Becky’s unspoken end of her logical conclusion before everything snapped into piece. "You were going to say she’s dead," she murmured before she cleared her throat and glanced up at the other, a small and slightly forced smile on her lips. "I was," Mary shrugged. She let her hands fall by her side from where they were toying with the hem of her shirt. "And I.. I know it’s difficult to understand, but—"

Mary cut herself off there, brows creasing together in concern and confusion. “Okay?” she asked. “Just… Okay?” she echoed. “You believe me, Becky?”

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"I just… I know a lot of ‘dead’ people," Becky said quietly, going into the fridge for the milk and bringing it to the counter. She set to work on the mashed potatoes, pouring a bit of milk in and  beginning to crush the potatoes with a little tool she’d picked up for just such things.

"I probably shouldn’t even be here, honestly," Becky mused as she worked. It was an errant thought, but one she had sometimes.

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"A lot of people?" Mary asked, drawing her arms up around her body as if holding herself together. She found herself doing that more often now than she can remember doing before. Maybe she just had to reassure herself that she was here, this was real, she wasn't just a pile of ashes or a ghost haunting her old home.

"A lot of people who should be dead are now undead?" she clarified her previous question. "Or, back from the dead, I suppose is a better way to put it," Mary corrected herself. "Is that...? I mean, is that normal lately?" she wondered. "I've been out of the game for so long, I-I don't know."

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CHILDHOOD headcanon:

I remember endless days of being locked up in a house or some motel room during a hunt. The countless hours of counting dirty, stained tiles on the walls, watching every tick of the clock, listening to every car that whooshed by on the roads just outside the door. I remember when Dad would come back from doing his research and plop down at the table, or on the bed depending on where we stayed. I remember the awful, dreadful days that I wouldn’t be able to speak to anybody about anything because, “Dammit, we have to find this bastard. It’s our job; if we don’t stop it, it’ll kill people and their blood would be on our hands. My hands.” I was too young to have blood on my hands, but already I had gotten in the too many times, gotten too many people killed because I was a bored kid stuck inside while my parents hunted. Rather Dad than Mom because she would stay home with me most of the time or if Dad didn’t need an extra hand.

But most importantly, I remember every day after every hunt. We would go home. Home, home. Back to the house we settled down in amid whatever town we happened to be in that month or so. I remember we would come home late at night most of the time and I’d get off of school the next day. We’d plop ourselves in bed and sleep the fear, the disappointment, the relief, sleep it all away. And then we’d get up the next day, usually somewhere closer to midday because we’d have to catch up on the lost sleep we hadn’t gotten during the hunt. We’d get up, have breakfast together and do something fun. One time we went rollerblading, one time we went batting at the batting cages, once to an amusement park.

I remember those days the clearest, better than any miserable day I had during a hunt.

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Rumour has it || Crowley & Mary

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"It’s not you," Mary practically growled at him, feeling herself get worked up, but she was doing a pretty good job of keeping it concealed. There was no way she could let this Crowley, this obvious demon, see that she was weak. She already gave him fuel when she patted around for her knife and stuttered out half of an exorcism and couldn’t finish.

"I just forgot, but it wasn’t you," Mary told him sternly, her jaw clenched and hands settled against her side. "I know what I’m doing, don’t think that—" she began, but instantly cut off the moment that he started blathering about working with Dean and Sam and then.. King of Hell? The King of Hell? Quite honestly, Mary didn’t know what that entailed, or what it really even meant. But she knew it wasn’t good.

Her breath nearly caught in her throat when she watched his eyes flash red, and for a moment she thought she was just seeing things. But Mary had had enough experience in her past to know that ‘just seeing things’ usually meant that they were real. Only crossroads demons had red eyes, but he said he was the Kind of Hell? Her head was spinning right now.

Slowly, Mary took a seat and ran her fingers through her hair, tugging at it as she stared at him. “You’re bluffing,” she accused with a frown. “If my boys are hunters like everyone has been saying, then I know they would never work with something like you,” she insisted. “And I sure as Hell am not working with you, either.”

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Crowley looked at her for a second before he understood what she was trying to tell him. “Oh, of course not, love. “, he held up his hands in surrender, chuckling. He had her in a corner and she behaved like hunter’s that were propped up against the wall reacted, like dogs. 

Rude. Instintively and without finesse.

“I bet it’s a common occurrence, hunters forgetting simple exorcisms.”, he chuckled, looking at her, taking in every detail. She was tense, obviously. Who wouldn’t be when confronted with someone or something they didn’t stand a chance against? 

"Oi, don’t choke, darlin’. Would be a shame to have to tell squirrel and moose their mother choked on saliva when she laid her eyes on me.", he smirked confidently, quirking a brow. 

"Bluffing? What am I bluffing about then?", he frowned, "Things like me? Oh, that is just rude. Did I stomp in here, telling you how miserable you humans are? No. So, I’d rather you be a little more careful of what you say.”, he huffed exasperatedly. “Aw, shame. You sure? I mean, think about it. All the possibilities.”, he grinned.  She looked nervous. To be honest, he was a little disappointed after hearing so much about Mary Winchester, the hunter. The woman he saw in front of him was but a scary hunter it seemed.

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"I don't care what you have to say about humanity, how awful it is and how dreadful we all are," Mary rolled her eyes and sunk back down in her seat. "This is our planet, not yours. Did I come stomping into your home, telling you about how disgusting you are or how awful your kind is?" she asked, practically baring her teeth like an animal. He had stepped way over the line, and Mary Winchester was not going to deal with it.

"You're scared," she said with a small smile just as everything clicked into place. "You want something from me, but you know I'm not going to give it to you. If you know anything about me you know I won't go down without a fight," she shrugged, standing up and grabbing a damp rag to wash off the counter as she spoke.

"I came back. Someone, something brought me back for a purpose. I'm an important part in whatever war is going on, whether it be in Heaven, Hell, or between the both. My family is important and you won't touch us," Mary insisted. "So you're scared because I have more leverage over you and you know it. You can't harm me. Whatever brought me back will make sure of it."

[hunterallmylife]

Help || Mary & Becky

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"Right, of course," Mary nodded with a small smile, her brows pulling together as she walked behind Becky and waited out of her way. "Are the holidays really that close?" she asked, mostly musing to herself at this point. "It’s been a long time since I celebrated any holidays, I guess I forgot when they fell," she laughed softly and rubbed at her eyes, contemplating how she should tell Becky who she was. "I’m their mother," Mary said blatantly. She glanced at the brunette, waiting to gauge her reaction.

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Becky stopped for a moment at that statement, quiet; and when she shut the oven it sounded quite loud in her ears. She turned, eyes a little wider before a confused expression took over.

"That’s not… Mary… She’s-" It occurred to her right then how many people she knew that were supposed to be dead but weren’t. Why wouldn’t that apply to Mary. And she did look how Chuck had described her, not in the book but in person. Her expression softened, deciding to believe it then. "…Okay."

[hunterallmylife]

"She's dead," Mary said quietly, finishing Becky's unspoken end of her logical conclusion before everything snapped into piece. "You were going to say she's dead," she murmured before she cleared her throat and glanced up at the other, a small and slightly forced smile on her lips. "I was," Mary shrugged. She let her hands fall by her side from where they were toying with the hem of her shirt. "And I.. I know it's difficult to understand, but--"

Mary cut herself off there, brows creasing together in concern and confusion. "Okay?" she asked. "Just... Okay?" she echoed. "You believe me, Becky?"

[hunterallmylife]

Help || Mary & Becky

[hunterallmylife]

Mary’s face scrunched up in displeasure when she took a step inside the door and was met with a flick of water— holy water, she presumed. But, it was understandable from Mary’s point of view because she could remember all the times she had to use holy water to test people. Whether it be on a case, at a dinner date, or when she had a friend over, Mary had slipped quite a few people glasses of holy water over the years.

Wiping her face with the sleeve of her shirt, Mary offered the other woman another smile after seeing her become more relaxed when she passed the test. She watched the teenage girl spring up at her mother’s request, brows furrowed. Becky couldn’t be much older than her mid-twenties, and the girl looked as if she was in her mid-teens. Mary stored that away for later. She hardly knew Becky and she shouldn’t be prying. Not to mention, there were much more pressing matters at this point.

"Thank you," Mary said gently, letting her hands drop down, relaxed at her sides. "I met Bobby Singer yesterday and talked to him about some things. But, I need an expert," she laughed. "And he told me to come talk to you about any questions I have. A-About the books and, well, the boys. The real ones," she explained, casting Becky a small, hopeful smile.

"Will you help me?"

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"Sure, I guess. I mean I don’t see why not," Becky shrugged, moving to go back into the kitchen and expecting the other woman to follow. "I just have to finish a few things for dinner while we talk." Becky checked the oven, peeking in at the turkey. There was a bowl of cooked potatoes ready to be mashed on the counter. "How do you know Sam and Dean?"

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"Right, of course," Mary nodded with a small smile, her brows pulling together as she walked behind Becky and waited out of her way. "Are the holidays really that close?" she asked, mostly musing to herself at this point. "It's been a long time since I celebrated any holidays, I guess I forgot when they fell," she laughed softly and rubbed at her eyes, contemplating how she should tell Becky who she was. "I'm their mother," Mary said blatantly. She glanced at the brunette, waiting to gauge her reaction.

[hunterallmylife]

Help || Mary & Becky

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The minute Mary noticed Becky’s face so from curious to defensive, she threw her hands up with a small smile. “Hi, Becky,” she said quietly. “You can.. Put the weapon down, whatever it is. I’ll pass any tests if you want me to,” Mary promised and cleared her throat. “I can explain everything if you let me in, but I really don’t want another door slammed in my face.”

All she wanted was help, insight, knowledge. Anything she could get that would help her when she found her boys.

"Please, dear. Bobby Singer told me to come talk to you about Sam and Dean," she continued, finding the need to explain herself to the other. Mary’s brows knitted together and she breathed in the smell of a working, cooking kitchen. Her stomach growled and immediately her cheeks flushed. "Sorry," she laughed, offering the other with a small smile. "A-Anyways, um.. Becky, I need to talk to you about my—-" Mary paused and pursed her lips. "The boys.”

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"Okay," Becky nodded,  still distrustful. But nonetheless she put the weapon back and stood back from the door, opening it wide enough for the other woman to enter. Though, the second she entered, Becky dampened her fingers with a little holy water from a bottle by the door and flicked it at her.

Satisfied when nothing happened, she gave a little more of a genuine smile and peaked her head into the living room. Her daughter was in there, playing with the tablet Becky had recently purchased. “Hey, Roo. Go get washed up for dinner.”

"Okay, Mom!" The young girl set the device down and immediately hurried off to the bathroom upstairs, leaving the bottom floor to Becky and her guest. Once alone she turned to the other woman, ready to give her her full attention.

"Okay, let’s talk."

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Mary's face scrunched up in displeasure when she took a step inside the door and was met with a flick of water-- holy water, she presumed. But, it was understandable from Mary's point of view because she could remember all the times she had to use holy water to test people. Whether it be on a case, at a dinner date, or when she had a friend over, Mary had slipped quite a few people glasses of holy water over the years.

Wiping her face with the sleeve of her shirt, Mary offered the other woman another smile after seeing her become more relaxed when she passed the test. She watched the teenage girl spring up at her mother's request, brows furrowed. Becky couldn't be much older than her mid-twenties, and the girl looked as if she was in her mid-teens. Mary stored that away for later. She hardly knew Becky and she shouldn't be prying. Not to mention, there were much more pressing matters at this point.

"Thank you," Mary said gently, letting her hands drop down, relaxed at her sides. "I met Bobby Singer yesterday and talked to him about some things. But, I need an expert," she laughed. "And he told me to come talk to you about any questions I have. A-About the books and, well, the boys. The real ones," she explained, casting Becky a small, hopeful smile.

"Will you help me?"

[hunterallmylife]

Help || Mary & Becky

♫When I was younger, so much younger than today I never needed anybody’s help in any way♫

Mary Winchester was never one to sit around and wait for things to come to her. She learned at a young age that if she needed something, she was the one that had to go out and get it. If you want it done right, do it yourself, that’s what she was told. Bobby Singer was a godsend, in her opinion. She learned more about her boys from him than she knew before. Of course, it had been over twenty years since the last time she saw either of them and they had gone through so much since she last knew them. That’s why she was doing the best she could to find their friends, get to know her sons before she found them again.

♫ But now these days are gone, I’m not so self assured Now I find I’ve changed my mind and opened up the doors♫ 

It was Bobby’s advice to go see Becky Rosen. He had vaguely explained to her the whole situation about the book series—- Something about a Prophet of the Lord turning his visions about the boys into a fantasy sci-fi series. Personally, Mary really didn’t care all that much. She just wanted to see if she could maybe get her hands on these books, read about the things her sons had gone through so she wasn’t meeting them with a blank slate on her hands. Bobby really had done an excellent job of filling her in, but she needed to know the answers to questions that he couldn’t provide. That’s where the expert came in. Bobby handed Mary a piece of paper ripped from a book with a name and an address written on it.

♫ Help me if you can, I’m feeling down And I do appreciate you being ‘round Help me get my feet back on the ground Won’t you please, please help me♫ 

Mary ran her fingers through her hair and cleared her throat before knocking on the door. She had no clue what to expect in this sort of situation. If Becky knew everything about the boys like Bobby had said, then sure enough she knew about Mary. Not most people react to a supposed-to-be-dead person as well as a hunter. Then again, Becky’s knowledge of the supernatural could help Mary’s case. She waited for a moment and then knocked, only taking a slight step back as the door opened.

"Becky Rosen?"

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Becky was spending the better part of the day cooking. Practice for the coming holidays. She didn’t know if any of her friends had plans for Thanksgiving but she’d be sure they did. And for the past week she’d been making the rounds of testing each customary dish. Tonight was the turkey and needless to say she was nervous as hell.

So when the doorbell rang Becky was hesitant to leave the kitchen, having to just about tear herself away from the oven. She definitely wasn’t expecting any visitors so she figured it was just Adam popping by. Then again he probably wouldn’t knock if it was him.

The person at the door was as unfamiliar as they come. Someone she’d definitely never seen before in her life. But they knew her name and considering the experiences she’d had, she couldn’t help but reach behind the door for the sawed off shotgun she had begun to hide there.

"Yes?"

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The minute Mary noticed Becky's face so from curious to defensive, she threw her hands up with a small smile. "Hi, Becky," she said quietly. "You can.. Put the weapon down, whatever it is. I'll pass any tests if you want me to," Mary promised and cleared her throat. "I can explain everything if you let me in, but I really don't want another door slammed in my face."

All she wanted was help, insight, knowledge. Anything she could get that would help her when she found her boys.

"Please, dear. Bobby Singer told me to come talk to you about Sam and Dean," she continued, finding the need to explain herself to the other. Mary's brows knitted together and she breathed in the smell of a working, cooking kitchen. Her stomach growled and immediately her cheeks flushed. "Sorry," she laughed, offering the other with a small smile. "A-Anyways, um.. Becky, I need to talk to you about my---" Mary paused and pursed her lips. "The boys."

[hunterallmylife]

Help || Mary & Becky

♫When I was younger, so much younger than today I never needed anybody's help in any way♫

Mary Winchester was never one to sit around and wait for things to come to her. She learned at a young age that if she needed something, she was the one that had to go out and get it. If you want it done right, do it yourself, that's what she was told. Bobby Singer was a godsend, in her opinion. She learned more about her boys from him than she knew before. Of course, it had been over twenty years since the last time she saw either of them and they had gone through so much since she last knew them. That's why she was doing the best she could to find their friends, get to know her sons before she found them again.

♫ But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors♫ 

It was Bobby's advice to go see Becky Rosen. He had vaguely explained to her the whole situation about the book series--- Something about a Prophet of the Lord turning his visions about the boys into a fantasy sci-fi series. Personally, Mary really didn't care all that much. She just wanted to see if she could maybe get her hands on these books, read about the things her sons had gone through so she wasn't meeting them with a blank slate on her hands. Bobby really had done an excellent job of filling her in, but she needed to know the answers to questions that he couldn't provide. That's where the expert came in. Bobby handed Mary a piece of paper ripped from a book with a name and an address written on it.

♫ Help me if you can, I'm feeling down And I do appreciate you being 'round Help me get my feet back on the ground Won't you please, please help me♫ 

Mary ran her fingers through her hair and cleared her throat before knocking on the door. She had no clue what to expect in this sort of situation. If Becky knew everything about the boys like Bobby had said, then sure enough she knew about Mary. Not most people react to a supposed-to-be-dead person as well as a hunter. Then again, Becky's knowledge of the supernatural could help Mary's case. She waited for a moment and then knocked, only taking a slight step back as the door opened.

"Becky Rosen?"

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Sick as a Dog || Open

Mary laid down with her head tucked weakly against her pillow. Her dingy, disgusting pillow that definitely needed its case changed or cleaned because she had sweated right through it last night. A shiver crawled up her spine and she shook her head. She couldn't even get out of bed for a glass of water, much less go change her pillowcase. She remembered these witches from what they had done to  her when she had just gotten back; greyfaces, they were called. They had de-aged her back to seventeen and careless when all she needed to do was be careful and try to figure out what was going on. She wished she could have enjoyed that youth at a different time when she didn't have to worry about finding a place to hide out after being resurrected. Like right now. Oh, she would definitely take that de-aging over this sickness right now. It was even worse than the last flu she could remember having. Mary hadn't eaten in what seemed like a day, and her water bottles had been emptied along with her stomach a few hours ago. Her eyelids were feeling heavy, too heavy, and she wanted nothing more than for someone to just come help her. She wasn't past asking for help, not when she was certain that if she didn't get some soon, her body might shut down. But the phone was too far away, her arms felt too heavy to lift. Though she tried and only ended up knocking her lamp down in the process; a shatter of glass and ceramics blanketing her in darkness.