[002] [location: Room 327] A Marital Showdown in El Dorado.
OOC: Backdated a ways, the day after this post.
John couldn't wait anymore.
Sitting on their bed with his head in his hands, he was sure of it. He'd kept his peace after the talk with Dean, taking care of his wife, making sure to tell her over and over again that it was okay. And it wasn't. There were too many questions, too much circling around in his head.
Then there was the fear. Remembering how Dean had looked at them, how he and Mary had talked to each other, playing it over and over inside his head, John couldn't shake the fear. His family wouldn't be what it should've been, and Mary knew why. What was more, she'd kept that from him until whatever the hell it was it was ate them all alive.
No, he couldn't wait anymore. Maybe, if he found out, they could save themselves if they ever got to go home. Them, and their son.
Hearing Mary's key in the door, John's head snapped up, his eyes locking on the doorknob as it turned. It'd work out, it didn't matter what it was. They could fix this. If it happened to be some failing of his, hers, or both of theirs that ruined everything, then they'd find a way around it.
And if it turned out that it was neither of them, but this 'him' that'd been mentioned before, then they'd do whatever they had to. John would personally make sure the son of a bitch never got near Mary or Dean.
They could fix this. He just needed to know.
When Mary came in, he didn't force up a smile this time. John sat up, hands dropping into his lap, and waited until she looked at him. When he spoke, he heard himself come off calm enough. He wondered how long that'd last.
"We gotta talk, Mary. Whatever it is, I need to hear it. Right now."
John couldn't wait anymore.
Sitting on their bed with his head in his hands, he was sure of it. He'd kept his peace after the talk with Dean, taking care of his wife, making sure to tell her over and over again that it was okay. And it wasn't. There were too many questions, too much circling around in his head.
Then there was the fear. Remembering how Dean had looked at them, how he and Mary had talked to each other, playing it over and over inside his head, John couldn't shake the fear. His family wouldn't be what it should've been, and Mary knew why. What was more, she'd kept that from him until whatever the hell it was it was ate them all alive.
No, he couldn't wait anymore. Maybe, if he found out, they could save themselves if they ever got to go home. Them, and their son.
Hearing Mary's key in the door, John's head snapped up, his eyes locking on the doorknob as it turned. It'd work out, it didn't matter what it was. They could fix this. If it happened to be some failing of his, hers, or both of theirs that ruined everything, then they'd find a way around it.
And if it turned out that it was neither of them, but this 'him' that'd been mentioned before, then they'd do whatever they had to. John would personally make sure the son of a bitch never got near Mary or Dean.
They could fix this. He just needed to know.
When Mary came in, he didn't force up a smile this time. John sat up, hands dropping into his lap, and waited until she looked at him. When he spoke, he heard himself come off calm enough. He wondered how long that'd last.
"We gotta talk, Mary. Whatever it is, I need to hear it. Right now."