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[refrigeratormom]

[The video starts shaky, camera trembling and rattling around on a blurry picture of the city in Darkness. The only sound is a background of harsh, unsteady breathing that sounds like crying, punctuated with hitching almost-sobs and hiccups. The stars, a rusted trash can, a shot of the ground before the camera sweeps over something horrible- Dean

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[makes_asteroids]

[Dammit. Dammit. DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT. There is nothing to say, to do, and he can't decide if he should reply to tell her, so she can brace herself or leave her alone, and she really doesn't need to be out there alone either.]

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[makes_asteroids]

[He's a coward. It takes him twenty minutes to respond. He can't face her right now.]

Mary?

[There is no missing the empathic tone. That he knows what this is like.]

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[refrigeratormom]

[That's okay, it takes her a decent ten minutes to get back to him, and she runs away from everyone into a corner to do it.]

Michael. [The strained tones of trying so hard to stay tough and strong.]

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[makes_asteroids]

I.

[And wife just cracks making him stop. He knows this pain, he knows it so well.]

Do you need another set of hands?

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[refrigeratormom]

[A nervous, humorless laugh.] I think anyone else showing up would make John crazy.

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[makes_asteroids]

If it didn't, I'd be terrified.

I've buried people before. That's why I offered.

[Softly. Knowingly.]

Parents shouldn't have to bury their children.

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[refrigeratormom]

No, no. [Shaking her head against something- she doesn't know what.] I'm more worried about John than anything, you know? I mean, Dean was really hi-

[A breath escapes like a gasp or half a sob. Dean was really his.]

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[makes_asteroids]

Breathe Mary. Just breathe. Cry when you are inside. I won't tell you it will be ok. Even if he walks off that damn baseball field and into your arms in two days time, it won't be ok. Right now, making it until dawn it was matters.

[It's calm, low. The voice of someone who has had to pick up and carry on no matter how badly it hurt too many times.]

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[refrigeratormom]

[She obediently took a few deep, gasping breaths, then a few more, and before long was closing in on some grasp of real calm.]

Okay. I can do that. God, I wish John would just look at me.

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[makes_asteroids]

That's good, there you go. [He coaches gently, but it's still firm. Centering, he hopes. There isn't much he can do, less by proxy.]

I know. I do. And he will even if he can't right right.

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[refrigeratormom]

He accused me of caring more about strangers than about Dean.

[It bursts out of her angrily and finishes it off with a ear-cracking BANG of a shotgun; the Darkness can hear her on the phone and she's having a hard time giving a shit.]

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[makes_asteroids]

People say stupid cruel things in grief. That doesn't mean it's all right to, or that they mean what they say.

[He winces at the shotgun glast.]

Defending the premeter or venting?

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[refrigeratormom]

Defense.

[Let's talk about the concrete things. Yes. That.]

The Darkness can hear me. God, I don't want to think about what monsters we attracted by arguing.

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[makes_asteroids]

Mary I can fly - and some other things. I can attempt to draw them off.

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[refrigeratormom]

...Could you help keep us safe? We're going to- this is gonna take a while, I can tell.

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[makes_asteroids]

Of course. Where are you? I'll be there in a couple minutes. [Literally.]