Mary Evelyn Winchester
Aug 4, 2013 12:36:53 GMT -5
Post by Jelly on Aug 4, 2013 12:36:53 GMT -5
Written: 1/28/2013
isn’t anyone trying to find me?
won’t somebody come take me home?
it’s a DAMN COLD night
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Name Meaning: “Mary” is often related to the Virgin Mary in Christianity. It can also mean “star of the sea” with its Latin roots, or “wished-for child, rebellion, or sea of bitterness” from its Hebrew roots.
Sex: Female
Age: Twenty-nine
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Member Group: Hunter
Canon or Original: Supernatural Canon
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Hair: Blonde and wavy – she tends to straighten it or pull it back in an easily-manageable ponytail.
Height & Weight: Mary stands at 5’5” and weighs approximately 110 lbs. She does not pay much attention to the exact number; however, Mary keeps herself rather fit and healthy.
Body Type: Mary is naturally lean, and this is only helped by an active life and a relatively high metabolism. She was in the hunting business until she married John, and the habit of frequent exercise never left her, even as she settled into the life of motherhood. Of course, she never minded that her natural body shape ended up somewhat softer after two pregnancies – she wasn’t hunting anymore. But after returning to the world of the living, Mary set herself back on a much stricter exercise routine, preparing herself for whatever kind of life she might fall back into.
Distinguishing Features: Mary has the various assortment of scars from old injuries that every hunter earns, but they are faded by age and the rejuvenating effects that followed her resurrection. She also has a particular bracelet and her wedding ring that she never takes off, and a small anti-possession tattoo behind her right ear (it’s been spread through the hunter grapevine; and Mary believes that the less noticeable it is, the better).
Celebrity Face Claim: Amy Gumenick
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x. John Winchester
x. Her sons, Sam and Dean
x. Living a normal life
x. Soap operas – Sam and Dean had to get it from somewhere!
x. Working with her hands – she’s learned quite a few things about cars from John because of this
x. Traveling
x. Black coffee and a good book
x. Rainy days
x. Her new classic VW Beetle
x. Getting another chance at life – she doesn’t want to miss a thing
Dislikes:
x. “The family business” – anything related to hunting
x. Demons – specifically anyone who worked with Azazel
x. Well, really, any supernatural creatures – both those that hunters kill and those they leave alone
x. People with loose morals
x. Plans falling apart
x. Not being able to raise her kids
x. That Dean and Sam became hunters
x. Swearing and crass behavior
x. Alcohol and drugs
x. Wars – human or supernatural; John was a ‘Nam vet
x. Keeping secrets – something that she is forced to do far too often
Strengths:
x. Training in various styles of fighting and with various weapons
x. Knowledge of the supernatural
x. Skilled at reading people and figuring out the best way to react to them
x. Compartmentalizing
x. Intelligent
Weaknesses:
x. Her family – she’s willing to sacrifice herself for any single one of them
x. Unable to trust
x. Reckless and stubborn – a bad combination through and through
x. Can be easily overwhelmed by her emotions – specifically anger
x. Can not hold her liquor
x. Can be predictable (but if you think about it, what Winchester isn’t?)
Fears:
x. Never finding her family again
x. Finding out what her sons went through
x. Being at the mercy of someone else
Secrets:
x. There are times she wishes she had never been reincarnated.
x. While in heaven, she was able to tune into some of the “angel talk” after Cas’ announcement that Dean had been saved – occasionally she still hears murmurs, but they’re like someone talking through pillows
Best Memory:
Mary’s best memory is rather simple. It was roughly two weeks after Sam was born; the Fourth of July. The small family had gone out for a picnic in the warm weather – the most they would do for the holiday because Mary refused to take Sam out to see fireworks as young as he was, so they would watch them on the television instead. She had spent most of the day lounging on the grass, playing with and tending to Sam, and watching John and Dean play around with snappers and sparklers. It was a peaceful day… a pleasant day. And regardless of any other “big life events,” Mary has lived through, this one would always be her favorite.
Worst Memory:
Mary’s worst memory isn’t very surprising: her death. There is little more in the world that could be more mentally or physically painful, whatever people may say about “fates worse than death.” There was the utter terror and fierce protectiveness when she discovered an intruder in her youngest son’s nursery. There was the immense and sweeping guilt when she realized it was Azazel – that it was her fault, because of the deal she had made. There was the crippling mental anguish as she saw Dean witness her last moments. And then… there was the physical pain. The complete immobilization of her body as she was dragged to the ceiling. The shrieking, stabbing pain as she was gutted. The searing, cracking pain of her own body bursting into flames. The smell of herself burning… And the last, horrible thought before she fell over that barrier of pain into death that this was her fault; John and Dean and Sam had been put in this danger because of her deal. It was this guilt that never left her, it was what kept her chained to the house as a ghost, and it stayed with her even when she passed on to heaven.
Habits/Quirks/Skills:
x. Bites her nails – it was a childhood habit that she grew out of, but that came back quickly when she was resurrected.
x. Cooking – nearly anything and everything she can try out; unfortunately it’s not nearly as rewarding when she is her only taste-tester
x. Has to check everything multiple times – from facts she has researched to whether or not she has locked her car.
x. Hands-on research
x. Acting/public speaking – she has the charisma for it
x. Organization – everything has its place and should stay there
x. Competitive – she can turn anything into a competition
Overall Personality/Appearance:
Mary is rather unassuming in a crowd – she’s somewhat short, a pretty blonde , and quiet around those she doesn’t really know. Of course, the last bit is affected by the fact that right now she doesn’t really care about anyone else unless they can help her find her sons – after she finds them, that single-minded determination might waver a bit and actually let her reform her social life (as much as a hunter can have one, of course). In many ways, she’s proud and foolhardy – and always has trouble admitting she is wrong on any front – but she’s also intelligent enough to know when things aren’t going to work out right. Mary thinks very well on her feet, and wears clothes that let her move easily – jeans and t-shirts or blouses or sweaters for example – so that if she has to jump into action, she can. She also possesses some very nice professional wear for when she needs disguises, but those have to be functional as well (no skirts, for one thing).
In general, Mary is very proper – she was raised in a time period where swearing in front of people (heaven forbid on the radio or television) was nearly taboo, and even if she can accept that things are different now, she still can’t drop the strict social customs she was raised with: you respect your parents, you watch your mouth, you don’t have sex before marriage – all that good stuff. Mary’s also very… cut off from the world right now. Besides the fact that times in general have changed and she has had to get used to a new culture and new technology, she is so focused on finding her sons (and their father, since she doesn’t know yet that he has died) that she hasn’t even tried to form friendships or even temporary partnerships with other hunters. (It doesn’t help that she still adamantly hates hunting, and that taints all of her relationships with her fellow hunters.) Without that, she’s drifting.
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Current Residence: On the road
Occupation: Hunter, occasional waitress and other odd jobs
Siblings: None
Children: Dean Michael Winchester, 28; Samuel John Winchester, 24
Others: N/A
Love Interest/Crush: John Winchester, husband
Overall History: PAST HISTORY
After Mary sacrificed her ghostly self to save her son’s, she was completely surprised to find herself not, well, gone. After all, no hunter really knows what happens to ghosts after they “die.” Maybe Mary just got lucky, because she went willingly and “passed on” like spirits are supposed to – but whatever the cause, she found herself in her own small slice of heaven. And for a long time… she was actually happy there, content and at peace for the first time since her death.
However, whatever illusion her heaven had created for her, Mary was pulled out of it when Castiel dragged Dean out of Hell – and announced it to all of Heaven. There was a certainty as soon as she heard her son’s name reverberating in her head that it was, in fact, her son that the angel had spoken of. From them on, as if he had opened the floodgates, she would hear snatches of angel conversations: brief facts about her sons and the grand schemes they were caught up in. She never heard exactly what she wanted to – and often times she only heard a word or two – but when the angels went silent, Mary realized just how much she had started relying on them. She was no longer happy and content in her own little world. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do about it. She was dead, after all.
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Mary is still not sure what exactly happened when she was resurrected. She was found wandering in Lawrence, Kansas, disoriented. She was brought into a small hospital and dealt with as a Jane Doe, although she seemed… physically okay after whatever ordeal they assumed she has experienced. After a few days of proper care, Mary’s memories came back quickly, as if she had never forgotten them. It was almost as if she had never died, in fact, and Mary realized that if she had not been found and taken in before her memories returned, she would have thought it was still 1983. Much slower, thoughts and memories from after her death came back – and the memory of her death itself. That spawned many memories as she tried to acclimate herself to this new time period.
After a few weeks in the hospital recuperating and planning, Mary set off after her sons. She tracked down old hunting acquaintances of her father’s (which ended up being quite difficult when the large percentage of them had died), reintegrated herself into the hunting business that she had spent so long trying to leave behind, and starting putting together whatever clues she had about Sam and Dean’s location. It certainly didn’t help that they were constantly moving around.
As Mary searched, she worked herself back into multiple small-time jobs, getting back into the habits and refreshing both her mind and her body. It helped that whatever had resurrected her had rejuvenated her somewhat as well – she still was physically the age she had been when she died, but her body felt and acted as if she had hardly spent a day out of the business. She hated it – she would never deny that – but it was still… nice to get back into the habit. Besides, Mary knew that she would need to be at the top of her game to help her sons, because she wasn’t about to let them go once she found them again.
It took months before Mary got a solid lead: a small town in Virginia. Hopefully this time she will finally catch up with them…[/ul]
Originally, I thought about grabbing Mary because I RP elsewhere with your Sam and Dean and they asked me to. However, as I thought it over and worked on her app, I found I really enjoyed playing her. She’s a wonderful character – whose type I don’t get to play much of. I really like the mother-son dynamic that I could get to play with, and I also think that she would be a wonderful addition to the plots going on. She will certainly complicate everything that involves her sons, because she’s not planning to let them out of her sight once she finds them.
Roleplay Sample:
Mary slid into her car and slammed the door. She dropped her head to rest against the steering wheel and closed her eyes. She ran a hand through her hair as she focused on her breathing – in and out, in and out. This was beyond frustrating – another dead end! There had been a sad pattern to her travels lately: she found a possible lead, set after it with feverish excitement, and either found absolutely nothing, or the smallest sign that they had been there, but no longer were. Usually the evidence was some completed case or another.
As much as she hated it, Mary had to admit that they worked well as hunters.
This time, she had been almost certain that she had found the brothers. There had been information in the hunter grapevine that they were headed to the small Virginia town – possibly in search of vampires, but no one was sure – and there had been no other news. Of course, she didn’t expect to find them right off the bat, but Mary had checked out all the local hotels and motor inns and bed and breakfasts – because they had to sleep somewhere – and no one had heard anything about them. They were likely using alias’, which didn’t make her search any easier since she didn’t exactly know what they looked like grown either. She had extremely hazy memories of a grown Sam, from what she knew was when she was a ghost, but it was like some kind of abstract piece of art in her mind. He was tall, with long brown hair that needed serious cutting, but that was all she could remember.
She was always close, always so close.
She leaned back heavily in the seat of her VW Beetle, rolling her neck to get the stress-induced kink out of it. Her breath escaped in a long sigh and she rubbed at either side of her temples. She just had to start from scratch – again. She would see what information she could uncover, would hang around the small town for a little longer, and would set off again when she had something else almost-concrete. It was always almost.
Mary suddenly snapped straight in her seat, her eyes wide and her whole body tense as a familiar face turned the corner. But – he – he had been a hunter back in 1973 – that couldn’t be him walking down the street. Unless… Unless he was some sort of demon, hiding away in a body borrowed a long time ago. Her eyes narrowed. It wouldn’t be the first time that hunters were involved between two demons trying to off each other; just because the man had acted just like any other hunter should, and he had a sob story of revenge against the yellow-eyed-demon didn’t mean any of it had been true. He had been trying to kill the yellow-eyed-demon, and he had gotten her parents and John killed. It was his fault it had all happened that way, wasn’t it? If he hadn’t told them where the demon would be next… they might never have crossed paths.
Her parents wouldn’t be dead. She wouldn’t have made that deal to bring John back. Azazel wouldn’t have come for whatever he wanted with Sam. She wouldn’t have died.
It was his fault.
For a moment, her anger overwhelmed rational thought, and Mary slipped back out of her small car. She had nothing to kill a demon with, but that didn’t matter. She circled around her car, coming to the sidewalk, and watched as he turned another corner – and then she was off after him, keeping pace carefully, trying not to attract anyone else’s attention, much less his. He ended his journey near an extremely familiar car, parked away from the street where no one would see him (or them). Unfortunately, Mary was a tad bit too focused on him to notice just why the sleek black Impala was familiar – and a moment later she was on him, snagging his arms behind his back, hooking one of his feet with her own heel and pulling it out from under him, and forcing him to his knees with his head clipping the side of the door he had been about to open.
She readied herself for him to struggle – remembering the last time they had grappled, however briefly – and let out a harsh breath. “We meet again.”
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mary e v e l y n winchester
isn’t anyone trying to find me?
won’t somebody come take me home?
it’s a DAMN COLD night
Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things
Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper. And she ran to him, then they started to fly.
Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper. And she ran to him, then they started to fly.
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Are You There God? It's Me, Dean Winchester
Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest.
Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest.
Name Meaning: “Mary” is often related to the Virgin Mary in Christianity. It can also mean “star of the sea” with its Latin roots, or “wished-for child, rebellion, or sea of bitterness” from its Hebrew roots.
Sex: Female
Age: Twenty-nine
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Member Group: Hunter
Canon or Original: Supernatural Canon
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The Usual Suspects And What Should Never Be
Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my soul. Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my bones.
Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my soul. Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my bones.
Hair: Blonde and wavy – she tends to straighten it or pull it back in an easily-manageable ponytail.
Height & Weight: Mary stands at 5’5” and weighs approximately 110 lbs. She does not pay much attention to the exact number; however, Mary keeps herself rather fit and healthy.
Body Type: Mary is naturally lean, and this is only helped by an active life and a relatively high metabolism. She was in the hunting business until she married John, and the habit of frequent exercise never left her, even as she settled into the life of motherhood. Of course, she never minded that her natural body shape ended up somewhat softer after two pregnancies – she wasn’t hunting anymore. But after returning to the world of the living, Mary set herself back on a much stricter exercise routine, preparing herself for whatever kind of life she might fall back into.
Distinguishing Features: Mary has the various assortment of scars from old injuries that every hunter earns, but they are faded by age and the rejuvenating effects that followed her resurrection. She also has a particular bracelet and her wedding ring that she never takes off, and a small anti-possession tattoo behind her right ear (it’s been spread through the hunter grapevine; and Mary believes that the less noticeable it is, the better).
Celebrity Face Claim: Amy Gumenick
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It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester
I see the bad moon arising. Don't go around tonight, well it's bound to take your life.
I see the bad moon arising. Don't go around tonight, well it's bound to take your life.
x. John Winchester
x. Her sons, Sam and Dean
x. Living a normal life
x. Soap operas – Sam and Dean had to get it from somewhere!
x. Working with her hands – she’s learned quite a few things about cars from John because of this
x. Traveling
x. Black coffee and a good book
x. Rainy days
x. Her new classic VW Beetle
x. Getting another chance at life – she doesn’t want to miss a thing
Dislikes:
x. “The family business” – anything related to hunting
x. Demons – specifically anyone who worked with Azazel
x. Well, really, any supernatural creatures – both those that hunters kill and those they leave alone
x. People with loose morals
x. Plans falling apart
x. Not being able to raise her kids
x. That Dean and Sam became hunters
x. Swearing and crass behavior
x. Alcohol and drugs
x. Wars – human or supernatural; John was a ‘Nam vet
x. Keeping secrets – something that she is forced to do far too often
Strengths:
x. Training in various styles of fighting and with various weapons
x. Knowledge of the supernatural
x. Skilled at reading people and figuring out the best way to react to them
x. Compartmentalizing
x. Intelligent
Weaknesses:
x. Her family – she’s willing to sacrifice herself for any single one of them
x. Unable to trust
x. Reckless and stubborn – a bad combination through and through
x. Can be easily overwhelmed by her emotions – specifically anger
x. Can not hold her liquor
x. Can be predictable (but if you think about it, what Winchester isn’t?)
Fears:
x. Never finding her family again
x. Finding out what her sons went through
x. Being at the mercy of someone else
Secrets:
x. There are times she wishes she had never been reincarnated.
x. While in heaven, she was able to tune into some of the “angel talk” after Cas’ announcement that Dean had been saved – occasionally she still hears murmurs, but they’re like someone talking through pillows
Best Memory:
Mary’s best memory is rather simple. It was roughly two weeks after Sam was born; the Fourth of July. The small family had gone out for a picnic in the warm weather – the most they would do for the holiday because Mary refused to take Sam out to see fireworks as young as he was, so they would watch them on the television instead. She had spent most of the day lounging on the grass, playing with and tending to Sam, and watching John and Dean play around with snappers and sparklers. It was a peaceful day… a pleasant day. And regardless of any other “big life events,” Mary has lived through, this one would always be her favorite.
Worst Memory:
Mary’s worst memory isn’t very surprising: her death. There is little more in the world that could be more mentally or physically painful, whatever people may say about “fates worse than death.” There was the utter terror and fierce protectiveness when she discovered an intruder in her youngest son’s nursery. There was the immense and sweeping guilt when she realized it was Azazel – that it was her fault, because of the deal she had made. There was the crippling mental anguish as she saw Dean witness her last moments. And then… there was the physical pain. The complete immobilization of her body as she was dragged to the ceiling. The shrieking, stabbing pain as she was gutted. The searing, cracking pain of her own body bursting into flames. The smell of herself burning… And the last, horrible thought before she fell over that barrier of pain into death that this was her fault; John and Dean and Sam had been put in this danger because of her deal. It was this guilt that never left her, it was what kept her chained to the house as a ghost, and it stayed with her even when she passed on to heaven.
Habits/Quirks/Skills:
x. Bites her nails – it was a childhood habit that she grew out of, but that came back quickly when she was resurrected.
x. Cooking – nearly anything and everything she can try out; unfortunately it’s not nearly as rewarding when she is her only taste-tester
x. Has to check everything multiple times – from facts she has researched to whether or not she has locked her car.
x. Hands-on research
x. Acting/public speaking – she has the charisma for it
x. Organization – everything has its place and should stay there
x. Competitive – she can turn anything into a competition
Overall Personality/Appearance:
Mary is rather unassuming in a crowd – she’s somewhat short, a pretty blonde , and quiet around those she doesn’t really know. Of course, the last bit is affected by the fact that right now she doesn’t really care about anyone else unless they can help her find her sons – after she finds them, that single-minded determination might waver a bit and actually let her reform her social life (as much as a hunter can have one, of course). In many ways, she’s proud and foolhardy – and always has trouble admitting she is wrong on any front – but she’s also intelligent enough to know when things aren’t going to work out right. Mary thinks very well on her feet, and wears clothes that let her move easily – jeans and t-shirts or blouses or sweaters for example – so that if she has to jump into action, she can. She also possesses some very nice professional wear for when she needs disguises, but those have to be functional as well (no skirts, for one thing).
In general, Mary is very proper – she was raised in a time period where swearing in front of people (heaven forbid on the radio or television) was nearly taboo, and even if she can accept that things are different now, she still can’t drop the strict social customs she was raised with: you respect your parents, you watch your mouth, you don’t have sex before marriage – all that good stuff. Mary’s also very… cut off from the world right now. Besides the fact that times in general have changed and she has had to get used to a new culture and new technology, she is so focused on finding her sons (and their father, since she doesn’t know yet that he has died) that she hasn’t even tried to form friendships or even temporary partnerships with other hunters. (It doesn’t help that she still adamantly hates hunting, and that taints all of her relationships with her fellow hunters.) Without that, she’s drifting.
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There Is A Monster At The End Of The Book
You're as cold as ice, you're willing to sacrifice our love. You know that you are.
You're as cold as ice, you're willing to sacrifice our love. You know that you are.
Current Residence: On the road
Occupation: Hunter, occasional waitress and other odd jobs
Siblings: None
Children: Dean Michael Winchester, 28; Samuel John Winchester, 24
Others: N/A
Love Interest/Crush: John Winchester, husband
Overall History: PAST HISTORY
After Mary sacrificed her ghostly self to save her son’s, she was completely surprised to find herself not, well, gone. After all, no hunter really knows what happens to ghosts after they “die.” Maybe Mary just got lucky, because she went willingly and “passed on” like spirits are supposed to – but whatever the cause, she found herself in her own small slice of heaven. And for a long time… she was actually happy there, content and at peace for the first time since her death.
However, whatever illusion her heaven had created for her, Mary was pulled out of it when Castiel dragged Dean out of Hell – and announced it to all of Heaven. There was a certainty as soon as she heard her son’s name reverberating in her head that it was, in fact, her son that the angel had spoken of. From them on, as if he had opened the floodgates, she would hear snatches of angel conversations: brief facts about her sons and the grand schemes they were caught up in. She never heard exactly what she wanted to – and often times she only heard a word or two – but when the angels went silent, Mary realized just how much she had started relying on them. She was no longer happy and content in her own little world. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do about it. She was dead, after all.
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Mary is still not sure what exactly happened when she was resurrected. She was found wandering in Lawrence, Kansas, disoriented. She was brought into a small hospital and dealt with as a Jane Doe, although she seemed… physically okay after whatever ordeal they assumed she has experienced. After a few days of proper care, Mary’s memories came back quickly, as if she had never forgotten them. It was almost as if she had never died, in fact, and Mary realized that if she had not been found and taken in before her memories returned, she would have thought it was still 1983. Much slower, thoughts and memories from after her death came back – and the memory of her death itself. That spawned many memories as she tried to acclimate herself to this new time period.
After a few weeks in the hospital recuperating and planning, Mary set off after her sons. She tracked down old hunting acquaintances of her father’s (which ended up being quite difficult when the large percentage of them had died), reintegrated herself into the hunting business that she had spent so long trying to leave behind, and starting putting together whatever clues she had about Sam and Dean’s location. It certainly didn’t help that they were constantly moving around.
As Mary searched, she worked herself back into multiple small-time jobs, getting back into the habits and refreshing both her mind and her body. It helped that whatever had resurrected her had rejuvenated her somewhat as well – she still was physically the age she had been when she died, but her body felt and acted as if she had hardly spent a day out of the business. She hated it – she would never deny that – but it was still… nice to get back into the habit. Besides, Mary knew that she would need to be at the top of her game to help her sons, because she wasn’t about to let them go once she found them again.
It took months before Mary got a solid lead: a small town in Virginia. Hopefully this time she will finally catch up with them…[/ul]
Dream A Little Dream Of Me, Bloody Mary
I never meant to be so bad to you, one thing I said that I would never do.
I never meant to be so bad to you, one thing I said that I would never do.
Originally, I thought about grabbing Mary because I RP elsewhere with your Sam and Dean and they asked me to. However, as I thought it over and worked on her app, I found I really enjoyed playing her. She’s a wonderful character – whose type I don’t get to play much of. I really like the mother-son dynamic that I could get to play with, and I also think that she would be a wonderful addition to the plots going on. She will certainly complicate everything that involves her sons, because she’s not planning to let them out of her sight once she finds them.
Roleplay Sample:
Mary slid into her car and slammed the door. She dropped her head to rest against the steering wheel and closed her eyes. She ran a hand through her hair as she focused on her breathing – in and out, in and out. This was beyond frustrating – another dead end! There had been a sad pattern to her travels lately: she found a possible lead, set after it with feverish excitement, and either found absolutely nothing, or the smallest sign that they had been there, but no longer were. Usually the evidence was some completed case or another.
As much as she hated it, Mary had to admit that they worked well as hunters.
This time, she had been almost certain that she had found the brothers. There had been information in the hunter grapevine that they were headed to the small Virginia town – possibly in search of vampires, but no one was sure – and there had been no other news. Of course, she didn’t expect to find them right off the bat, but Mary had checked out all the local hotels and motor inns and bed and breakfasts – because they had to sleep somewhere – and no one had heard anything about them. They were likely using alias’, which didn’t make her search any easier since she didn’t exactly know what they looked like grown either. She had extremely hazy memories of a grown Sam, from what she knew was when she was a ghost, but it was like some kind of abstract piece of art in her mind. He was tall, with long brown hair that needed serious cutting, but that was all she could remember.
She was always close, always so close.
She leaned back heavily in the seat of her VW Beetle, rolling her neck to get the stress-induced kink out of it. Her breath escaped in a long sigh and she rubbed at either side of her temples. She just had to start from scratch – again. She would see what information she could uncover, would hang around the small town for a little longer, and would set off again when she had something else almost-concrete. It was always almost.
Mary suddenly snapped straight in her seat, her eyes wide and her whole body tense as a familiar face turned the corner. But – he – he had been a hunter back in 1973 – that couldn’t be him walking down the street. Unless… Unless he was some sort of demon, hiding away in a body borrowed a long time ago. Her eyes narrowed. It wouldn’t be the first time that hunters were involved between two demons trying to off each other; just because the man had acted just like any other hunter should, and he had a sob story of revenge against the yellow-eyed-demon didn’t mean any of it had been true. He had been trying to kill the yellow-eyed-demon, and he had gotten her parents and John killed. It was his fault it had all happened that way, wasn’t it? If he hadn’t told them where the demon would be next… they might never have crossed paths.
Her parents wouldn’t be dead. She wouldn’t have made that deal to bring John back. Azazel wouldn’t have come for whatever he wanted with Sam. She wouldn’t have died.
It was his fault.
For a moment, her anger overwhelmed rational thought, and Mary slipped back out of her small car. She had nothing to kill a demon with, but that didn’t matter. She circled around her car, coming to the sidewalk, and watched as he turned another corner – and then she was off after him, keeping pace carefully, trying not to attract anyone else’s attention, much less his. He ended his journey near an extremely familiar car, parked away from the street where no one would see him (or them). Unfortunately, Mary was a tad bit too focused on him to notice just why the sleek black Impala was familiar – and a moment later she was on him, snagging his arms behind his back, hooking one of his feet with her own heel and pulling it out from under him, and forcing him to his knees with his head clipping the side of the door he had been about to open.
She readied herself for him to struggle – remembering the last time they had grappled, however briefly – and let out a harsh breath. “We meet again.”
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore. And you wouldn't want to make
Dean Winchester Romeo mad by stealing it now would you?
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore. And you wouldn't want to make
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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