[somebody's thinking the same thing... what with having dad here now, Dean requires some time to himself to think and sort shit out. what better place than his car? but when he gets there, it's not long after...]
[she had opted to tug her jacket down a bit so she could sit in the show leaning against the door, but that was metal and cold and then snow so really probably not exactly smart, but oh well because hey look it's Son #1]
Dean! I swear I just wanted to... [shakes her head] Sorry, it's still just odd to think this is the car.
[sometime later, after she's spoken to Dean, and after she's gone back up to her room, and tried to figure out which entry was his... she finds it, but it's not a lot before the transcript stops, which she assumes was Dean showing up and the journal filtering... it takes her a long time but she makes her way up to John's room and her fingers trace over the nameplate for a moment because that's his name. After a bit of hesitation she knocks knowing that really there's no other way to do this]
[He's learning about the castle, bit by bit, and at the moment he's enjoying the latest bit he's figured out by nursing a bottle of Jack Daniels in his room, compliments of the building itself.
He's not drunk, he doesn't want to be drunk, but the slow burn of the booze sliding down his throat, the sharp taste of it...it's a comfort.
Two hours after obtaining the bottle, he's still nursing his first shot with slow, measured sips when the soft knock comes. Curious, he sets his glass down and rises to open his door...
...and nearly swallows his own tongue.
She's just as he remembers her, the same too-pretty face and knockout body that caught his eye right from the get-go. Life and children haven't touched her yet...but all he can see is that she's standing in front of him, alive and well, even if it isn't...*her*...]
[Well one thing is for sure Dean's a damn good liar cause John looks like he got hit by a truck. Which makes her worry for a moment, but she can see those eyes of his and she knows it's him]
[He knows what he looks like...what her death, what life in general has done to him, and if she's here, if she knows him...it's not that hard to figure out who told her where to find him.
Lowering his gaze for a moment, he mutters under his breath.]
I'm gonna have to kill that boy...
[Lifting his gaze to her again, raw and aching just at the sight of her, he forces himself to stay calm and at least remember *some* semblance of manners...]
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Mary?
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Dean! I swear I just wanted to... [shakes her head] Sorry, it's still just odd to think this is the car.
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Something on your mind? Mean I guess you came to the Impala for a reason?
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Please don't be in your room....
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He's not drunk, he doesn't want to be drunk, but the slow burn of the booze sliding down his throat, the sharp taste of it...it's a comfort.
Two hours after obtaining the bottle, he's still nursing his first shot with slow, measured sips when the soft knock comes. Curious, he sets his glass down and rises to open his door...
...and nearly swallows his own tongue.
She's just as he remembers her, the same too-pretty face and knockout body that caught his eye right from the get-go. Life and children haven't touched her yet...but all he can see is that she's standing in front of him, alive and well, even if it isn't...*her*...]
Holy mother of...Mary?
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Hi John.
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Lowering his gaze for a moment, he mutters under his breath.]
I'm gonna have to kill that boy...
[Lifting his gaze to her again, raw and aching just at the sight of her, he forces himself to stay calm and at least remember *some* semblance of manners...]
You, uh...please, come on in.
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