Guilt runs deep / Active / Open

[was_a_hunter]

Who: Mary, Open
Where: Feel free to put location in the subject bar
When: Night 004
What: Meetings and tears? All the tears ever.
Warnings: None as of yet.

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Hallway outside Journey Bedroom

[chosenfreedom]

Dean meanwhile, had been searching for Mary ever since he heard she was here. He still wasn't sure if she was alive, or a ghost. She didn't sound like she was possessed or a shifter, but it was hard to tell just based on Nina's and Giotto's descriptions. However it was another thing to be confronted with a very familiar head of blond hair.

God, she looked just like she did that last night. Before Mom was sent screaming on the ceiling and the flames. He wanted to approach her, but everything in him stopped for a moment in shock. Just staring after her.

"...Mom?" his voice abruptly dropping decades in tone.

[was_a_hunter]

Looking up, she froze as she saw Dean. What happened? He was looking at her like he was seeing her for the first time. How long had she been gone? Giotto didn't give such a drastic reaction, but Dean was. Sighing softly, she moved past her door and stopped a foot or so from actually touching Dean.

"I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to be for gone so long." Or to come back as the horrible person that she had. She just didn't realize the double meaning; as far as she knew though, it was just apologizing for her most recent absence from his life. Reaching out to touch his shoulder, she pulled back just before making contact.

[chosenfreedom]

His green eyes remained wide as he tracked over her. She didn't seem cold, no flickering. It wasn't even like she was in Lawrence, hair going up in flames.

"Christo" he just had to check, had to make sure. He blinked as his eyes began to blur with tears. He watched her hand almost land on his shoulder. The one with the handprint burn underneath layers of clothing. He reached out to touch her arm. God, she felt real, and warm.

"I know. I know you didn't," he quietly said, and hurriedly rubbed his eyes with his left hand.

[was_a_hunter]

Okay. She deserved that...she could only imagine that Giotto or Knuckle told him about how she'd acted. It would only be right for a seasoned hunter to jump straight to demonic possession as an answer.

Frowning as she could see tears in his eyes, she moved forward and wrapped her arms around Dean to bring him close. "What's wrong?" Her voice was soft as she brought a hand up to the back of his head, her fingers moving gently through his short hair.

She was just thankful that she didn't run into him before. She knew what she thought of him when she was altered; after everything he'd been through, the last thing he needed was his own mother saying such things to him.

Hallway outside the library

[passed_torch]

He'd spent most of the night keeping vigil outside the library door, trying to make sure nobody stumbled in unexpectedly and got hurt; as long as the night was, he'd ended up half-dozing, relying on the Intuition and old reflexes to avoid getting caught fully asleep - he'd rest properly when the day came.

That meant he picked up on Mary in the hallway and started awake probably as soon as she'd entered the short corridor; not just Mary, but whatever had warped her was gone - she wasn't "well", but she was herself again, or seemed that way, and his attention fixed on that end of the hallway with a hopeful perk.

"Mary?"

[was_a_hunter]

Lost in her thoughts, she was blindly walking the corridors, unsure of where exactly she was going. Looking up as she heard her name, she paused as she saw Giotto. Their last meeting wasn't exactly the best and she was mildly worried at what would happen...more so that she was scared she'd attack him. Moving slowly down the hallway, she crossed her arms before dropping them, and crossing them again. She didn't know what to do or even what to say.

"...Giotto?

I think...I think I need help..."

[passed_torch]

Definitely back to herself, and considering what'd happened...he hurried over, resting a hand on her shoulder.

"Are you alright?" There wasn't a trace of the vague caution he'd had before - just worry. He could tell her that he was sure she was back to herself, but ... it seemed better to have some patience and take some time, and see how badly she'd been hit by what'd happened.

[was_a_hunter]

The careful control she had came apart as soon as she felt his hand on her shoulder, the warmth breaking through to her. Falling heavily to her knees, her shoulders shook as she broke down into tears.

"Please...please, don't let me hurt anyone else...you have to protect them, please..."

She wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she hurt someone again, she was just lucky that no children had ran into her before.