Mary opened her mouth, starting to look affronted, then closed it again with a laugh as she let herself be guided into the chair her father had indicated. "You're right," she admitted, resting her elbow on the table and cupping her chin in upturned palm as she looked up at her father and rolled her eyes. "You forget yourself as a teenager awfully quickly once you can don't you?" she asked, wincing a little as she allowed herself to recall her countless flounces out of rooms and dramatic pronouncements of rebellion at dinner. "John says Sammy went through the same phase, maybe he takes after the Campbells," she joked, though in all seriousness if she could see her family in either of the boys it was Dean. Sam was John through and through, though she doubted either of them would welcome hearing that.
Her expression softened as her father went on and she smiled up at him. "I know that now," she answered quietly. She still disagreed with her parents' choice to bring her up as a hunter and if she'd been around she was still certain she would have done whatever she could to shield Dean and Sam from the life but she did understand being willing to do anything to keep your children safe. If there was a way she could get hers out of this whole mess she would still jump at the chance no matter how risky.
The mood was broken somewhat by her father's chiding about caffeine and Mary made a face and lifted the cup to her lips again in mock-rebellion. The act was somewhat ruined, however, by the almost jaw-cracking yawn that followed it. "Maybe you're right," she said shaking her head, "I feel even more exhausted now than when I woke up," she took another sip of coffee, even with what her father had just said the 'feel tired = drink more coffee' compulsion was pretty much bone deep. It's not just that I'm tired though there's something... she put down the mug and raised a hand up, splaying her thumb and forefinger to massage her temples. "Maybe I'm coming down with something..."