Who: John Winchester & Mary Campbell What: finally meeting to talk Where: her house When: backdated - 3/13 Warnings: low - mentions of non graphic death probably, will update as needed Status: closed/ongoing
This last month had been a trial, and that didn't even consider the demons or the vampire nest or the death of a friend back home. All of that stuff seemed oddly normal compared to the world, universe - whatever this place was - that he had been shifted to, in literally the blink of an eye, and a future that he wasn't even supposed to be a part of or even see since Dean told him that he died in 2006. In some ways he considered himself lucky, to have a second chance with them like this, and in others he knew that they were all better off without him.
Away from him it sounded like they had all done so much, accomplished so much, become what he had always hoped they would be; happy with partners they loved and even with children already born and children on the way. Dean was finally getting that home and family he always wanted. So, as much as he wanted to be a part of things and to spend the time he never had to spend with them before, he kept his distance. If they needed him he would be there, if they wanted him he would be there, but he knew none of them would miss his presence from their lives. And no, that wasn't a pity party for one, that was just - maybe good parenting for once. Maybe it wasn't.
In that month, the second day he was here, actually, John had learned that Mary was here. His wife Mary, the lady he had spent decades mourning and trying to avenge. He had wanted to see her the first few minutes after Dean had told him that she was there, but somewhere between the table and the door, he'd had second thoughts. Mary was young here, she might not remember him that well, or she might just remember the charming and handsome John that used to be and not be expecting the old and obsessed John that existed now.
He thought maybe he should give her some time, kind of take it slow and get used to the idea of him first before actually meeting him, but that had gone and backfired on him. When she told him that she was the one who had brought the demon with the yellow eyes into their lives and had lied to him about it for a decade - he didn't even have a knee-jerk reaction to what she had said. He didn't know how he felt, he just knew that he couldn't talk about it anymore right then. He couldn't talk to her anymore right then.
The more had had time with it, the angrier he got. The more defeated he felt. The more betrayed he knew he had been. He couldn't say that his life had been for nothing, Sam and Dean and Adam weren't nothing. Preserving Mary's memory wasn't nothing. But everything else? Things may have been different. Maybe together they could have found out a way to save her life and to make sure that Sam and Dean had lives. Normal ones. Chances.
Was he angry? Yes. Was he sad? Even more than he was angry. Did it at all change the way he felt for Mary? No even a little. He wasn't sure whether the depths of his insanity were great or he was just a man who loved and still grieved for his soulmate, whose closeness was killing him because she was still beyond his reach.
So that was why he sat outside of Mary's house at ten minutes to six bracing himself to get out of his truck and go knock on her door. There were so many questions he wanted to ask, so much he wanted to say but he was sure a lot of that would fail him in the end. At two minutes until the time he was expected, he hopped down from his truck and straightened his hair and his shirt with his hands as he walked to her door, and knocked.