Wayward Mother

They're going to need a Plan C.Sideblog to imgonnashoottothrill

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Mary has Moved!

You can now find Mary Campbell Winchester at @manyshadowsmanylives, my multimuse blog.

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How does your muse react to finding mine with skinned, bloody knuckles?

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Henry’s quick to run through his family tree in his mind while he shakes her hand. Off the top of his head, he can’t remember a member named Mary. But then he puts little details he saw on two different faces onto hers. “You are Sam and Dean’s mother? The boys look like you.”

Mary’s hand fell out of his and hit the table with a clunk, and her jaw dropped. She was honestly too stunned to even react with violence, which said a lot about the effect of the words just spoken to her.

“You look like John,” she blurted, and then swore under her breath, trying to collect herself. Runhideswearpanicwantfear all ran through her and she had to swallow, then shotgun her coffee before she could say something else really stupid.

“Sorry... you know my boys? You’ve seen them?

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She was at least familiar with that term, because lord knows her kids at the home were quick to bring her up to speed on every important thing about them. 

Mary might not know much about what it meant to be transgender, but she knew how important the right name and pronouns were to the runaways.

“I… yes, please. I’d appreciate that a lot.”

Nat nodded and made some phone calls, getting the message to Steph that she was needed.  “We’re gonna go head into a more quiet space and Steph’s gonna meet us there, okay?”  She asked the other woman with a small smile.

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Mary nodded to the redhead opposite her. She was someone deadly, both infamous and famous for many of the same reasons. People talked quite a bit at SHIELD given half a chance.

“Okay. What else can I do but be okay?”

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The noise that came out of Mary’s mouth was part delighted and part confused.

“Stephanie? I… don’t understand, wasn’t Captain America a guy?”

“She came out as transgender shortly after she was found.  Her name is Stephanie now.”  Nat explained gently.  “I can call her and she’ll be here soon?”

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She was at least familiar with that term, because lord knows her kids at the home were quick to bring her up to speed on every important thing about them. 

Mary might not know much about what it meant to be transgender, but she knew how important the right name and pronouns were to the runaways.

“I... yes, please. I’d appreciate that a lot.”

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She wasn’t surprised Mary was directed to her.  She was older than she looked and had lived through a lot.

Nat smiled gently.  “I’d be happy to help, though I know a woman who would be even better at helping.  You care to meet Captain America?  Stephanie Rogers was displaced out of her time too.”  

The noise that came out of Mary’s mouth was part delighted and part confused.

“Stephanie? I... don’t understand, wasn’t Captain America a guy?”

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Mary offered the woman opposite her a small, hesitant smile, offering up a coffee.

“When... this thing happened, and all of us were resurrected, SHIELD managed all the legal stuff, but they didn’t offer much in the way of helping us all adapt to the time change. I’ve been gone near the longest of most of the zombie pack. We didn’t even have cell phones when I died. One of SHIELD’s people recommended I come talk to you.”

She paused, worried she’d said too much.

“Because I really don’t know how to hack it in 2018.”

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November 2nd

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‘for what it’s worth, i only got to truly know shane when he was sixteen.  not the same as missing thirty years - but i get it to a degree.’  she said gently - though a smile formed as she spoke about shane.

‘yeah, he’s a good kid.  dean’s good for him too.’  nat smiled.  ‘they’ve strangely been through a lot of similar things.  not something shane finds often and i imagine it’s just as rare for dean.’

“Pretty much. Hunting... it’s not a life that allows for much in the way of what most consider normal. You try to escape and it still finds its way in.”

Her mouth twisted in frustration a moment, and she took another pull of the vodka. She’d kill John if he wasn’t already dead.

“Thirty-five years exactly. My hold on time’s not great, but I did look at a calendar today. Kinda glad the boys are out on a hunt right now.”

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November 2nd

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‘i’m shane’s mom, by the way.  from what i understand , dean’s your kid?’  nat asked with a smile, forgoing shotglasses and just drinking out of the vodka bottle before passing it over.

Mary’s eyebrows rose and she took a pull of the vodka when offered before answering.

“Yeah. Him and Sam are mine. I missed out on their entire lives, but they’re mine,” she spoke, fiddling with the whiskey glass and glancing towards the living quarters.

“Shane’s a good kid. He makes Dean smile, and God knows that’s in short supply most days after Michael... and everything before.”

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November 2nd

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nat was visiting her son - and getting to know the man he loved.  as a result, she had been hanging around the bunker. the expression on mary’s face wasn’t difficult to read and so she just went out and got the best vodka she drank.

coming back, she set the bottle down in front of the other woman with a faint smile.  ‘thought you might appreciate some variety.  fancy a drinking partner?’

Mary tipped her head up at the clank of the bottle and looked at the woman before her. Red hair, and a face that seemed kind, but there was something underneath.

“If it’s alcoholic, I’m happy. Join on in. My boys favor whiskey, so it’s never in short supply.”

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November 2nd

Mary stared across the table at nothing in particular, a tumbler of whiskey in her hand. It was a day. Thirty-five years ago today she had died, been resurrected and then taken to Hell.

Everything had changed then, she wasn’t really sure whether to bring it up, or even how to explain how she felt.

“Happy Death Day to me,” she murmured, taking a drink of the whiskey, relishing the burn in her throat. It meant she was alive.

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It was enough, he leans back a little more to give them both some breathing room. “A talented hunter then. Not many I’ve ever come in contact with can speak Greek. Even a simple sentence like that.” 

“I’ve heard that on more than occasion. But I’ve managed to slip by most of their radar. Not too important I guess.” Taking a few more sips of his coffee, Henry shook his head while holding out his hand again. “I suppose I should be honest with you then. Henry Winchester.”

Mary cocked her head to the side, curious in that moment. She’d ask what the chances were that two people would meet with the same last name, but there was no such thing as a true coincidence.

Slowly shaking the re-offered hand, she couldn’t quite help the half-smile on her lips.

“Well, today’s proving interesting enough. Mary Winchester.”

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Mary took a long pull from her coffee as she considered his question. At best, he was a hunter, at worst… well, there was a lot to be worse.

“Hell, quite literally. October’s meaningless when every day is Hell.”

Discretely to the other patrons in the cafe but in full view of Eve, Henry drew a sigil on the table. “That will hide us from prying ears. So you’re from hell, I can’t smell sulfur on you. But I won’t force you to reveal yourself by saying any latin. Are you a demon Eve?”

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Mary would not have pegged him a hunter, but it took all sorts she supposed. The sigil wasn’t one she was familiar with, though, and sigils didn’t get used as often in hunting as one would think.

“In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti,” she spoke gently, to reassure him. “I could say it in Greek too, but that would just be overkill.”

“Hell wouldn’t let me be a demon, and that would have been much easier than prisoner and trump card. Bloodlines are an important part of both Heaven and Hell and the war they’d like to have.”

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“You know - why don’t we just start with bein’ friends, then?  We have plenty of time to explore the complicated nature of our relationship.”  Ben said gently with a smile.  It would give the woman time to process everything as well.

“I think I can do friends. Haven’t had those in awhile either. Tell me about yourself, Ben. Please tell me you aren’t a hunter, because I hate myself a little already with Sam and Dean involved.”

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“That isn’t what I wanted for you, Sam, not ever,” she spoke softly. The hug was so unexpected she almost didn’t manage to return it.

Had to wonder where he’d gotten his height from, but imagined it had to be John as he lead her towards an escape, a hiding place.

“No demons can get in, right?”

“I know, Mom.”  He coaxed gently, carefully leading her to the car and opening the door for her.  “No demons can get in.”  He confirmed with a faint smile.  “It’s safe, I promise.”

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The whole car ride, Mary couldn’t quite stop staring at Sam. She was still stunned that this man was the baby she’d had what felt like no time at all ago and eons.

It didn’t even really occur to her until they were pulling in to a garage that the seats and even the engine felt familiar. Looking around finally at her surroundings, something approaching a laugh rolled from her lips.

“Is this... John’s Impala?”