John was checking things out. He'd talked to Dean and Sam a little about how things worked here and about the inability to get out of here but he hadn't done a lot research himself. He was planning on remedying that and he was going to start with the place he'd first shown up in; the place that everyone first showed up in.
He had checked out the first floor and was just starting up the stairs to the second floor when something stopped him in his tracks. It couldn't be. There was no way...and yet he'd know her anywhere; there were somethings that time couldn't erase. His memory of her was one of them.
She froze when she heard a voice calling out to her, staring at John wordlessly as she attempted to make sense of this. After a moment she moved a few steps closer, but stopped again when she got a closer look at the man who stood a reasonable distance away from her.
"John?" He looked and sounded different. His voice was deeper, his hair was longer, and he needed to shave. He was older, and seemed tired. The light in his eyes was gone. He couldn't have been the same man who had fallen asleep on the couch.
She shook her head at her own thoughts, aware that she wasn't in a position to do anything but run if he wanted something from her. "Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?"
"No," she shook her head again, at John this time. She knew her husband and this wasn't him. He was impersonating him, but he'd gotten it wrong. Everything was wrong. She needed to figure out what was going on so she could go home. And no matter how many times he called her 'Sweetheart', she wasn't going to let herself be convinced.
"You're not the same," she said, raising her voice a little louder, trying to inject it with a confidence that she didn't currently possess. She'd thought if she could find someone, she could get some answers. This was giving her more questions. She had no idea what to do.
Man, it was just one shock after another, wasn't it?
Dean drops the bottle of alcohol in his hands this time, and immediately picks up his tablet, fumbling for the visual setting. He can see Mary, knows exactly what she looks like, and it's sort of ridiculous how much his voice shakes when he finally manages to speak.
Mary stares at the image, confused as to why the man is calling her 'Mom'. She decides that he must be looking for his mother, the same way that she was somehow taken here and needs to get back to her boys. It surprises her to see that there are other people around, and that they're somehow all connected by the little device on the bracelet.
"I'm not--" she starts, but decides it's better to leave that question unanswered. It's strange enough being in this building without having to worry about upsetting the other people who ended up here with her. "My name is Mary."
Oh, Dean thinks. She doesn't know him, of course. Of course.
"... Sorry," Dean replies, and his expression is almost disappointed, though he's trying to hide it. "You just... you look a lot like my mother." You are my mother, but Dean doesn't know how to convince her, really, and he's not sure if he's sober enough to try.
"Name's... Dan." Hey, Dan is close enough, and maybe this isn't the smartest way to go about things, but he'd rather try to handle this with John around. So for now, he'll keep it simple. "You need help?"
"Dan," Mary echoes, feeling a little guilty for not being who he's looking for. She can understand how confused he must be, as she's right there with him, lost in this place. "It's nice to..." she's not sure where she's going with that, beyond being grateful that she can see an image of and speak to someone who she doesn't feel threatened by. "Thank you for answering."
She wants to ask him for help, but if he's in the building, he probably needs it too. If he's not, there isn't much he can do for her. "Do you know where I am? How I got here? I need to get home."
Sam is eating a cheeseburger when he hears a voice. It sounds familiar in a way that jerks at something inside of him but he can't place it. It's not until he glances at the tablet that his stomach twists. He's only ever seen her in ghost form but she looks exactly like her ghost.
Without intending to, he adopts the puppy face, forehead crinkling up and voice wobbling when he says "Mom?"
It's not the first time this has happened, but Mary is still thrown by it. She clears her throat, prepared to deal with another case of mistaken identity. "No, I'm Mary. Mary Winchester. I just got here and I'm in this hallway with something stuck to my wrist that wasn't there a few minutes ago."
Oh God. It is her. Sam isn't hallucinating and this isn't mistaken identity. His heart is pounding in his chest and he can't breathe. Which accounts for the reason he ends up on his ass in the floor, overturned stool next to him. Flailing never turns out well. He reaches up to grab the tablet and looks at her again.
"Yeah...we've all got those...wow...it's...Mom."
The second Mom comes out by accident because obviously she doesn't realize who she is.
"I'm...uhm...Sam."
Dean's going to be so pissed he didn't come up with a fake identity.
Mary wants to piece the information together, but she's skeptical. She has to be, because this isn't like anything she has ever experienced and she needs to be smart about it. "Oh," she pauses, afraid to ask the question that is very clear in her mind right now. "What's your last name, Sam?"
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He had checked out the first floor and was just starting up the stairs to the second floor when something stopped him in his tracks. It couldn't be. There was no way...and yet he'd know her anywhere; there were somethings that time couldn't erase. His memory of her was one of them.
"Mary?"
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"John?" He looked and sounded different. His voice was deeper, his hair was longer, and he needed to shave. He was older, and seemed tired. The light in his eyes was gone. He couldn't have been the same man who had fallen asleep on the couch.
She shook her head at her own thoughts, aware that she wasn't in a position to do anything but run if he wanted something from her. "Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?"
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"Mary, Sweetheart, it's me. John..."
If she doesn't remember him...a flash of hurt crossed his face at the thought. He pushed it away. If she didn't remember him, he'd fix it. Somehow.
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"You're not the same," she said, raising her voice a little louder, trying to inject it with a confidence that she didn't currently possess. She'd thought if she could find someone, she could get some answers. This was giving her more questions. She had no idea what to do.
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Dean drops the bottle of alcohol in his hands this time, and immediately picks up his tablet, fumbling for the visual setting. He can see Mary, knows exactly what she looks like, and it's sort of ridiculous how much his voice shakes when he finally manages to speak.
"M-mom?"
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"I'm not--" she starts, but decides it's better to leave that question unanswered. It's strange enough being in this building without having to worry about upsetting the other people who ended up here with her. "My name is Mary."
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"... Sorry," Dean replies, and his expression is almost disappointed, though he's trying to hide it. "You just... you look a lot like my mother." You are my mother, but Dean doesn't know how to convince her, really, and he's not sure if he's sober enough to try.
"Name's... Dan." Hey, Dan is close enough, and maybe this isn't the smartest way to go about things, but he'd rather try to handle this with John around. So for now, he'll keep it simple. "You need help?"
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She wants to ask him for help, but if he's in the building, he probably needs it too. If he's not, there isn't much he can do for her. "Do you know where I am? How I got here? I need to get home."
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Without intending to, he adopts the puppy face, forehead crinkling up and voice wobbling when he says "Mom?"
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"Yeah...we've all got those...wow...it's...Mom."
The second Mom comes out by accident because obviously she doesn't realize who she is.
"I'm...uhm...Sam."
Dean's going to be so pissed he didn't come up with a fake identity.
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