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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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[failedparenting]

Mary!

[He stumbles up from where he was kneeling next to the body and grabs for her NV.]

No. This is our business.

[His voice is all steel and cold, emotionless hunter. He has to force down the pain now, for the both of them. One of them has to keep a level head right now.]

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[refrigeratormom]

Shut up, John.

[Astonishingly cold. She has no fucking clue she just accidentally the entire city.]

You don't know anything about this world and neither do I. [It is, for all her emotionality and crying, a very logical hunter's move. When in doubt, get more information.] We have to know what the risks are before we go off being stupid.

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[failedparenting]

Why the hell would you get him of all people involved in this? He'd kill me without a second thought, why do you think he'd even bother with Dean?!

[Okay, so suppressing his emotions isn't going to work right now. He turns away from Mary and tries to collect himself.

Unfortunately, the sight of his son's body lying bloody on the ground prooves to great a distraction. John stares at him with a hand over his mouth. God, it hasn't even been two months since he sold himself to the yellow eyed demon for Dean's life. Of course it would be so soon after that he'd lose him again.

It's not fucking fair.]

Son of a bitch!

[John lashes out at a trashcan standing nearby, kicking it violently. He needs to do something, kill something, make something pay for this.]

[refrigeratormom]

[Mary throws her NV down hard and stands up, spinning on her heel (in the blood on the ground) to face him angrily.]

That's not the Michael I meant, John! I meant the man who was there for me when nobody else was!

[Okay, okay. No. No, being petty and bitchy won't accomplish anything. She takes a deep breath and continues calmly.]

The one who invited you out drinking. His name is Michael Xavier.

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[servingfather]

[He can't tell her that - not without it being a lie. So he won't say anything on the matter. There's no smile, no faint hints of amusement like their other conversations. Today there is only revered steeliness - crisp business-like archangel.]

I could try to bring him back, Mary. I can even speak to Death herself but I make no promises that either will have the effect you want.

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[refrigeratormom]

[The beeping on her NV surprises her, and when she answers it a few minutes later she almost falls the hell over. This is decidedly not the Michael she meant.]

What... oh no. [Still caught on that, yeah.] I didn't make this public, did I? Oh god. John's gonna kill me.

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[servingfather]

[It doesn't matter if he's not the Michael she meant because this is the one that's responding. One that could do something if she let him. One that has a lot more to lose than the the other if Dean is really dead.]

You did but I hardly think John's going to blame you for it. [That man would forgive her almost anything after being without her for some 20-odd years.] The offers still stand.

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[refrigeratormom]

Then do it. Talk to her. Bring him back, you have to bring him back, please.

[One of these days she'll be ashamed of how quickly she cracked into begging, but today is not that day.]

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[calm_tempest]

[She would have offered her assistance, but it's clear that the young man is beyond her help. But she can't ignore the look on Mary's face -- the look of a mother who had lost her child and would move universes to get him back if she could.]

It is not particularly uncommon for such to happen, but no one can offer a guarantee that it will.

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[refrigeratormom]

[It takes her a long, long time to reply to this - because in the aftermath, she's dealing with people she knows and the replies that take top priority - but when she does, she softens a little to see the kindness of a stranger.]

I hope it does. I don't want him to come back and have forgotten me.

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[calm_tempest]

[And that's completely understandable, especially since this broadcast was obviously not intended for the public. She appreciates that she gets an answer at all.]

That is always the hope. You have gotten to safety?

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[refrigeratormom]

No... I'm trying to convince my family to let me put him to rest.

[She runs a hand through her hair, obviously stressed beyond what you'd even expect from a situation like this.]

I mean, it was the Darkness. It's like they don't get it on purpose.

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[kissesdarling]

I suggest you learn how to filter a damn message before Castiel sees this.

Salt and burn the body. I would happily offer my assistance, but I would rather not.

[There is no spark of laughter or mockery in his tone. Crowley is, for once in his illustrious afterlife, absurdly calm and neutral, and his tone is cold and quiet.

Dean Winchester is dead. Whatever. He could care less. The idiot probably asked for it.

But the very last thing he needs is his only actual ally within the Port losing it at the sight of his best friend dead as a doornail.]

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[refrigeratormom]

Shit.

[Merry Christmas, Crowley, you get a Mary profanity. They're rare and beautiful snowflakes.]

I didn't mean to fucking- damn it.

[But what he says gets through, somehow. It's not mocking, it's not cruel. It's a cold, harsh, logical suggestion that calls at the hunter deep in her that comes out during times of crisis. She stares coldly at the NV and nods once, then again and again and stands up, wiping her hands on her black pants and taking out the box of ammo in her pocket.

As she speaks, she starts breaking down salt rounds and sprinkling the salt over his body.]

I know how to filter a message. My hands must have been shaking too much.

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[kissesdarling]

Then I suggest you stop shaking.

[But there is the tiniest note of approval, right in the back of his throat, at the woman listening to sense and reason. Crowley had little idea of what happened when one dies in Siren's Port, but it was dark, and he knew it wasn't going to be good. Destroying any chance of Dean's spirit lingering in this world was going to be their best bet at maintaining any semblance of sanity their ragtag group of patrons from their world had.

But Crowley pauses, mentally calculating something, and the feed flickers slightly as Crowley sends a message, before the demon refocuses his attentions on the woman.]

He was killed. How? By the Darkness? Or was he assassinated?

[Every detail is crucial.]

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[refrigeratormom]

[She ignores the first comment, continuing to break down the shotgun shells. His second comment just inspires her to work faster, because- he was killed by the Darkness. He needs to be put to rest by any means necessary.]

Darkness. Gutted by a rope-faced dog.