ooc: Just putting this up, respond whenever there's time.
WHO: John and Mary Winchester WHAT: Reunion WHERE: John's little flat WHEN: After Mary sees the boys. Most definitely slow-time. WARNINGS: TBA.
He'd never waited so long for one knock on the door. He was shaking like he was back in Vietnam with the DT's, and couldn't find it in himself to kick himself at all. This world had been a head trip, but if this was really Mary. Mary. His boys had a mother again? He had the only woman he'd ever fucking loved again?
He hadn't lived here long enough to fuck it up, whoever it had belonged to before. It looked fine, he looked fine ... oh, fuck, who was he kidding. Where were those boys?! If it really had been a demon he was going to fucking kill everything.