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[ms_delusive]

WHO: Bela Talbot [ms_delusive], Mary Winchester [theminor_fall]
WHAT: Mary needs to get out of that nightgown, and into something stylish. Bela offers her services.
WHERE: Harbor.
WHEN: Day 23; Evening

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[ms_delusive]

The woman walking her away matched the portrait perfectly. A pretty young thing with golden hair and a dusty nightgown. She looked like she walked out of a horror movie. Somewhat frightening, yet radiant in the moonlight.

Bela did know beauty when she saw it. She always enjoyed the finer things in life.

Smiling, she pulled the dress out of the bag and held it up in front of the newcomer.

"Will this suffice?" She asked behind a mask of sweetness and innocence.

[theminor_fall]

Mary reached to smooth her fingers along the dress slightly, before nodding her affirmation with a smile. It was dark blue, a favourite colour of hers, and one that certainly looked nothing like anything she owned. Something from Gone with the Wind, stylish, classy. If she was a little girl again, she was sure she'd have been thrilled for any chance to wear a dress like this.

"It's beautiful. It didn't cost you anything, did it?"

She took it from her and then looked around with a slight frown. She didn't want to move too far off the beach dressed like this, even though she now had company, but she didn't exactly want to change here and give a free show for the stragglers and anyone who happened to be walking by.

"...Um...Where exactly do you recommend changing?"

[ms_delusive]

"Not a penny."

Giggling, she let the woman take the dress from her hands, and gawk at the fine material. It was all too Victorian for her tastes, but it was the native dress here - whatever here was. Bela much preferred her own outfit - a collared, white shirt, tight pants, and a fitted belt. It made her feel somewhat like a pirate. Appropriate, was it not? She liked dressed, but since the Ball incident - well, it wasn't easy to maneuver around in a ball gown.

"Hm? Oh! I have a place of my own a long walk from here. Well, I shouldn't call it my own." Bela smiled almost sincerely. "I share it with a few other kind gentlemen, but you may change there.'

"By the by, I'm Bela."

[theminor_fall]

"Oh, good."

While Mary logically knew that she couldn't wander around in a nightgown all day, she very obviously didn't come with any method of payment, and if the boy had been wrong and she'd actually had to pay for the dress...Well, she wasn't looking forward to finding out how she'd end up having to repay her. She seemed nice enough, but this place...It didn't sound like there were a lot of nice people here.

"That'd be great! I really appreciate all this, thank you." She folded the dress over her arm, allowed Bela to lead the way. Despite the fact that the walk was going to be a bit longer than she'd probably feel comfortable with, she'd have a privacy and a safe place to switch clothes in, and who could really complain about that?

"I'm Mary, Mary Winchester. It's nice to meet you. Properly, I mean."

[ms_delusive]

Bela started off. She really wished there was a better transportation system in this old town. Having to go everywhere by foot was tiring on her slender legs, and she missed modern technology, not to mention cars. Could they at least have a horse and buggy? Ugh, the sooner they catch the bounties, the better. Then she'll be able to ride around town on something at least, and a unicorn wasn't so bad.

She looked over her shoulder to make sure the blond was following her. Then, the blond was talking and introducing herself and what was this?

Bela stopped in her tracks, turned around sharply, and narrowed her eyes.

"Winchester?"

[theminor_fall]

Mary stopped short of ramming into Bela, when the other woman stopped and turned around without warning. She was still a little unsteady on her legs and so she'd opted to follow along just behind her rather than try and force herself to keep up if this was indeed a long walk.

Mary was by no means an inactive person, but having limited activity for the better part of 6 months, and then limited activity due to the fact that while Dean ran around like the enegizer bunny, he was really good at doing it within her sight, because Sam couldn't even hold his head up properly muchless make her chase him. So she wasn't exactly eager to see what would happen if she pushed herself too far before they were in sight of Bela's house.

At any rate, Bela had stopped and Mary was more than a little confused. Eyebrows arched high up on her forehead, she looked at Bela a little like she thought she was a tad crazy.

"Um, yes. Winchester..."

[ms_delusive]

"Winchester? Like the rifle?"

Oh, this was too much. What were the odds? Well, suppose the odds might have been quite high. There were people from every possible universe here, but with Bela's luck...it might just be the sort of Winchester that had been a thorn in her back for quite some time.

She crossed her arms, tapped her foot, looked the woman up and down. Was there a resemblance? She could...maybe in the eyes...if only it wasn't so dark out.

Might as well ask straight away.

"Excuse me, love, but do you know a Dean and Sam Winchester?"

[theminor_fall]

"Yes...Like the rifle..."

Well this was just...weird. What was so important about her last name? Sure, it was also connected to guns and ammo if you tended to like the hunting thing, as Bela had mentioned, but what on earth did that have to do with anything? Unless this woman was a little loose and was anti-anything related to guns.

After being kidnapped by a 13 year old to a tropical island she'd never even heard of, nothing about the people here could probably have surprised her anymore. And then...and then she said the one thing that made the panic rise up immediately.

She knew her sons. Which, Dean knew his own name, adress and phone number. He'd been forced to memorize it when they started to take him far from the home, because well, Dean was energetic and he liked to wander and if he ever got lost..

But he was four and this was some strange little island and...sure he could hold Sam without dropping him, and rock him in a way that didn't startle the crap out of her baby, but...but he couldn't suffeciently take care of

[ms_delusive]

Dean. Scared. Brought up the amusing mental image of the grown man cowering in the corner, screaming for his mommy who was right here in front of her. Bela had to say, Mary looked pretty good for what must be her age.

Grinning broadly, Bela nodded and continued on her walk.

"I don't know. I tried to offer them some help, but they refused. You have some tough boys, Mary."

[theminor_fall]

Mary continued to walk with her, not feeling any less freaked out by these turn of events, and even more confused at how widely Bela was grinning, and then...She furrowed her brow. Tough boys? Sam couldn't do anything other smile and make cutesy gurggly noises, and well, giggle.

Dean...Yeah, she could see Dean pulling it together if he had to, freaked out or not, but he wasn't...Dean wasn't seperated from her or John for extended periods of time, he hadn't started school yet and...tough?

"I think...You may have me confused with someone else...Dean's only four. And Sam's just a baby." Well, that was a relief.

[ms_delusive]

They were in the city by now. People were still out, but for the most part the streets were empty. The moon hung high in the evening sky, stars glittering in the distance. It was quite a beautiful place, reminding Bela of the Caribbean islands and many of her quests around the tropics.

Dean's only four. And Sam's just a baby.

...well, now it even became more interesting. Bela stopped again, and turned around.

"Four? Really?" She cocked her head, curiouser and curiouser. "What year is it where you're from, love?"

It added up. It couldn't have been another Mary with two other Winchester boys. It HAD to be, and considering all the odd occurrences, it wouldn't have been unlikely.

[theminor_fall]

Mary moved around Bela when she stopped again and turned around, she was feeling more steady on her legs and if every time she heard something vaguely interesting she was going to stop, Mary would rather walk beside her. Even if she was acting more than a little odd, the last thing Mary wanted to do was run into the poor woman with enough force to knock her over.

"Yes, he'll be five soon." Mary blinked, and furrowed her brows in utter confusion. What year was she from? What kind of question was that? This was an island, not it's own personal space bubble in time. "The year is 1983."

[ms_delusive]

Oh, OH. Definitely interesting. Yes, things were making sense. Now how to put this without sounding like a lunatic - I am from the future, and I know your boys very well. You can say our relationship is 'interesting'. Hm.

Oh well, if Bela sounded like one, it would be Mary's loss...or benefit? Ignorance was bliss as they said.

"I came from the year 2008," she replied smoothly, devilish smile on her ruby lips. "The Sam and Dean I know are grown boys, Ms. Winchester."

[theminor_fall]

"Come from the..." The woman was...she sounded entirely sincere. She'd been nice to her so far, and that nice boy had told her people had come from all over. But...

Kidnapped from an island was one thing. Kidnapped from timelines was another thing all together. It..She wasn't quite sure her ability to suspend her disbelief stretched quite that far.

"Mrs." Was an automatic correction. She was after all, married. Though she didn't mind the mistake. Bela, if she was telling the truth had said she knew her sons, not that she'd ever met her.

"Grown how?"

[ms_delusive]

"Oh, you know. Over six feet tall, five o'clock shadow, rugged, out in the wood men." Bela stifled a laugh.

Sam and Dean...oh, Sam and Dean. She had to admit, she was a little worried that Dean was going to catch up with her and empty a clip into her chest. However, she always had the upperhand on them back in their own world. In Rivelata...she had not seen them on the streets, so she was completely safe in her mind. It was only a coincidence that she happened upon the boys' mother, and at least she doesn't know the full history

[theminor_fall]

"Oh god..you're serious. They're...they're adults?"

Mary felt like she needed to sit down and put her head neatly in between her knees, like people generally did when they wanted to stave off dizzyness or the feeling like they wanted to hurl all of their insides out onto the floor.

"I...I don't...How on earth is that possible?"