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† ONE [voice] - backdated to Friday morning
[ Hello, world. Meet new arrival, Sam Winchester. But you might not know that it's him, because he's not showing his face yet, and: ]
This is Agent Murdock. [ He clears his throat, pausing a moment. ] If anyone's out there, and can hear me, or needs help... just let me know. I'm sort of at a loss, here, and I'd like some information. If this thing is even working, that is.
[ He's confident in his tech abilities, but something's definitely up with his phone. ]
... Thanks.
This is Agent Murdock. [ He clears his throat, pausing a moment. ] If anyone's out there, and can hear me, or needs help... just let me know. I'm sort of at a loss, here, and I'd like some information. If this thing is even working, that is.
[ He's confident in his tech abilities, but something's definitely up with his phone. ]
... Thanks.
video;
... Dad?
[ He says it weakly, taking deep, steadying breaths. It had been years since he'd seen their father, and even then, it was just for seconds. The last time he'd seen John alive? ... Longer. ]
Re: video;
[John's glad, obviously, to see him, but also wary. Does he have his memories from before he disappeared? It doesn't seem so, but Sam was pretty off</> when he left. There's no telling.]
What's the last thing you remember?
video;
Re: video;
[He nods to himself. He's not sure if that's good or not. Mary won't be happy, at least.]
You over your demon blood addiction?
[Hi, just casually dropping that bomb. Yeah he knows, which is why he sound so crusty when he asks. ]
video;
[Just. Glaring.]
There are some things we do not share over a public network feed. This is one of them.
video;
video;
voice;
John Eric Winchester. [Seriously fucked up.] If I ever have to explain the point of filters to you again.
voice/private;
At least he looks suitably ashamed.]
I'm sorry. Wasn't thinking.
voice;
Sorry, can you repeat that? Where Sam can hear you?
Re: voice;
I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking.
[Sob.]
voice;
[In the tone of "we'll talk about this later."]
This is my fault. I should be used to it by now.
Re: voice;
No, no. He has to be "good". She needs to win, or he'll just lose her again. It hurts, but he shoves down the anger and rolls over.]
No, it's not your fault. It's all me.
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voice; 2/2 bitches
Haven't the two of you grown tired of fighting with each other?
voice;
Give her back the NV.
voice;
Michael, give it back. That isn't-
voice;
Enough. Your wife is very tired, John. [Click. A few seconds after the feed is ended they'll both be able to speak and if John's tries to reach either of them via NV he'll find they both go straight to voicemail.]
offline; with apologies to kai's inbox
One her little Star Trek communicator flips shut in his hand, Michael looks up at his face, mutely outraged that he's being so angelic about this. Her lips keep working, hilariously, and she's clearly mouthing You better give it back, missy.
Though honestly, it's edged with enough desperation, pain, and haggard, clawing-at-the-walls exhaustion to be kind of pathetic.]
offline; with no apologies because inboxes love drama :D
You need sleep, Mary. I can ensure that your dreams will be nothing but peaceful.
harrumph :|
-or maybe it's that feeling she has of not being listened to. It's not like John ever does. Even when she needs him most, even when she's desperate and falling all the time he still doesn't care, and now her best friend took her voice away from her, and she can't really see past how angry she is.]
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Please, let me care for you. I know you're angry, frustrated and weary and not just from what happened on those hunting grounds. Every day in this world is a struggle - seeing your children all grown up, how John has changed over these years, losing them and getting them back only to realize that they don't remember, fearing for their safety but hoping...hoping that they'd come for you, that they'd save you and everything would just be okay. You look into their eyes and you see them worry for you, see that they'd move Heaven and Hell to keep you safe if they could but know that you're their mother and you should be the one protecting them from the horrors of the world.
[She steps closer now, a hand extended to brush fingers gently over Mary's cheek.] You feel as if you're a mother to everyone you speak to, someone who will worry about the strangers not yet your friend and it's as if you're carrying that all on your own.
Angels are watching over you, Mary. And it's time to sleep. [There's a gentle and reassuring smile on Michael's face, probably the first one she's smiled in a long time.]
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By the time the angel's done talking, Mary has tears pouring down her cheeks and she's crying harder than she's cried in years. She holds onto Michael's shoulders, hands balling up fistfuls of her shirt in an astonishingly childish gesture, and all she can say is to mouth one thing.
I miss them. I miss them, she tries to say, I miss them. John and Dean and Sam. Because they've all been here, and she's had them all, and she has them now- but her family, the man she married, the children she still pines for like a missing limb? She hasn't seen them in a long, long time.
Someone is finally watching over her. And by god, she just wants someone to understand.]
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One hand comes up to brush comfortingly over that dirty-blond head as she tucks her chin solidly against the woman's shoulder. While her current vessel appears small, there's a supernatural strength capable of taking all of Mary's weight if need be. Michael's always kind of understood, it's why he generally appears as someone else around her because John's face is a reminder of what she had - of what she couldn't have anymore.]
I know. Let it all out, I'm here for you.
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voice;
Forget about it.