Rowan Fricks and Mary Campbell
Mary wasn't artistic or a good singer. She'd tried her hand at karaoke a few times, but that was about as far as any vocal efforts went. No, her talent so to speak involved hunting monsters. Saving people. Hunting things. The family business, right? The family business. Looking around her now, Mary wondered idly what it would have been like if their family business had involved normalcy like drawing or painting. Taking singing lessons. Hell, lessons of any kind that didn't involve how to take a rifle apart or how to read an exorcism incantation in perfect Latin. If should have been born with the opportunity to pass that on to her sons. Her and John being able to show them a normal life. A safer life.
No, Mary knew it was pointless to regret. She couldn't change her past or her sons...or John's. Events unfolded as they did because of her and Mary knew that, accepted it, even as she hated it and herself every day. She'd made the deal that doomed and cursed her family for life and in her death, she'd exposed John to it all. Forced him into the life because of his obsession with finding the thing that killed her and in turn, pulling the boys in it too. It wasn't fair and it was far from right the kind of life they had thrust upon them because of their two parents. Both Dean and Sam were scarred in different ways because of it; Dean more so in a way than Sam simply because he'd been so much older when it happened and Sam was a baby when Mary was taken from them.
Surrounded on all sides by such beautiful things was a stark reminder that Mary herself did not create anything so beautiful. Her work would always be death and darkness. Pain and regret. So would her sons...even in Madison Valley, there was no escaping what they truly were and that hurt Mary more than anything else in the world did. Sighing, found herself suddenly in the direct path of a young woman and barely managed to avoid missing her in the crowd around them. "I'm sorry," Mary said instantly. "I hope I didn't spill any of your water on you. I was not thinking." Well, she was thinking, but not about this. Not about now.