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[momchester]

[GOOD extremely early MORNING it's Mary, looking more chipper than she has in quite a while, actually, giving the camera a cheerful but perplexed look.]

Does anyone know why my bathroom is, uh, an adult store? Very funny, whoever did this, but I need that room. You can transform my room if you want, but bathrooms matter.

[Chuckle. She's taking it pretty well, despite being incredibly weirded out by holy shit sex shop in my bathroom. Mary's rubbing her eyes tiredly when something else seems to occur to her.]

Oh! By the way, um, anyone I was supposed to meet at the Memorial yesterday? [Yeah she was busy being kidnapped and memory-fucked.] I'm really sorry about that- I just lost track of time and must've forgotten that that was yesterday. I guess I'm going senile in my old age. [Because 28 is so old. Yes.

She shakes her head with a little sigh.]

Anyway, anybody who wants to give me my bathroom back, I'd appreciate it. I have work today- do it for my coworkers' sakes.

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[momchester]

[She gives him a long, hard stare before letting out the saddest, most wounded little sigh, turning on her heel, and leaving the room to go get some old pair of sweatpants that she knows is in the other room, leftover from when someone or other was sleeping there.]

[family_remains]

[His heart just. Breaks. Sam briefly considers sliding back through the first door (Would it go back to his place? What the hell was going on with that? Who was responsible?) but doesn't want Mary to get the wrong idea and when she comes back he's still there. Just as wet. Just as naked. And so so thankful for the pants. He excuses himself for a second to nip around the corner and pull them on before padding back quietly, towel in hand.]

Thanks..

[momchester]

[She's very quiet, with her arms wrapped around herself slightly. It's all she can do to just look at him, to force herself to meet his eyes.]

It's nothing.

[...]

Are you- [Still inhuman and insane. He hasn't started acting like a terrifying black-eyed psychopath yet.

But she can't say it.]

[family_remains]

[She doesn't have to, he knows. Sam glances down, fumbling with the towel in his hands for the briefest of moments. This isn't how he wanted to have this conversation.]

I'm clean.

[He wishes he could elaborate, try to articulate watching himself self destruct and then some, he wasn't sure, power ripped the sickness from his body. Maybe she wouldn't want to know. Maybe she wouldn't ask.

Hey, a guy can hope. right?]

[momchester]

But- how?

[Mary stares at him, sick and sad, wondering if she can believe him. Any junky will claim to be clean. But that's not all she's wondering.

Sick, sad, and scared. Scared of the situation - demon blood, angel blood? demons? it's horrifying - and of him, that anyone she knows could turn out to be something not human and something that horrible. In her world, in her mind, it's so out of left field, so dark and awful and beyond what she knows how to handle that she's left feeling small and scared of him and without the memories that would help her face this properly.

All she knows is he wasn't human. He isn't. Right?]

Cas said you would've died. How can you expect me to believe you? You aren't- you aren't even human.

[family_remains]

[It just. Every single word is a stab in the chest. He's not sure he can do this.]

I don't know. [the simple answer to a lot of things.]

I shouldn't be alive right now, and I'm not sure what happened. But I am. And, I don't know. I feel normal. Better than.

[Awkward. Pain and awkward.]

[momchester]

So... that's it. You just "feel normal."

[Crossing her arms with an expectant look. That's not a story, Sam, or an explanation.]

[family_remains]

[He shifts, three thousand different kinds of uncomfortable.]

Pretty much. [He gestures to his heart.] This- Darkness? Or whatever it was? It's gone. I can think clearly for the first time in.. a long time. I don't know. I don't know.