† 012 † Miracles & Moms

[stillmade_adeal]

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[rocksalting]

[Dean, of course, doesn't yet know about the change -- but the handwriting seems different; more mature. He has to sit and look at it for a moment before responding.]

You too.

[stillmade_adeal]

[the strokes of her penmanship were longer and the writing more slanted instead if upright and loopier, but it didn't really matter as the slight blur has shifted to a grander realization as everything fits together a bit better and she understands where she is, but just not how she got there but Dean replies and she opts to just talk to him, hoping not to wake John]

Did you sleep alright?

[rocksalting]

[another pause of curious confusion as he almost considers heading next door]

... Yeah, I guess. [lies.]

[stillmade_adeal]

[she laughs and here's that Mom tone]

Dean... [and a sigh since she knows that isn't going to change a thing]

I should head back to my room, I just didn't want to wake your father.

[winchester_john]

[Practice has gifted John with the ability to crash out just about anywhere, no matter how uncomfortable, painful, or just plain miserable it might be, and escape without the crick in his neck that's so common with things like sleeping in a chair

[stillmade_adeal]

[Mary and Dean were both in her room and she'd just reached for the journal when she heard John]

Can't leave either of you alone for too long now can I? I'm in my room John, I stopped and I have Dean with me too. Something wrong?

[winchester_john]

[He blinks at the sound of her voice, his heart in his throat and his blood singing with adrenaline and fear. Hope is the only thing keeping that fear from morphing into anger, because he's seen crazy enough stuff already...

Moving towards the journal, he lays his hand on the open page as if he could reach through and touch her...that voice, *the* voice, not Mary Campbell, but a different Mary...]

I...I don't...

[Narrowing his eyes, he grits his teeth and decides to face the truth...either he's losing his mind and it'll be Mary, or what he's hearing is real...

...and it'll be Mary.]

Nothing's wrong...I'll be right there, okay?

[stillmade_adeal]

[shaking her head she laughed, moving to wrap her arm around Dean's shoulder in a comforting way]

Apparently I'm in demand this afternoon. First you're my new shadow and now John's on his way as well.

[to the journal] I'll be here. Same as ever.