text;

[momchester]

[Anyone who knows and talks to Mary knows that she doesn't really like texting. So the fact that this is text- it's unusual.]

Dean Winchester is gone from Siren's Port. He disappeared earlier today.

If anybody wants to find me, I'll be at the Newcomer Memorial.

[Most likely drunk. Her marriage dissolved even more this week, talk about an awful month.]

[Private to Castiel | added several hours later]

Hi. Just wanted to drop you a line and ask how you're doing.

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[momchester]

[She only just manages to look up when he arrives, not able to get out a smile. Just a tired look.]

Hey. You brought the good stuff, huh?

[paranoidbastard]

[ He nods in greeting, not much for smiling himself, circumstances given and all. Probably wouldn't be without the circumstances, but that's neither here nor there. Bobby comes armed with a bottle of whiskey and plenty of time to spare. ]

One of my many skills.

[momchester]

[Mary scoots over so he can sit, then looks over once he does.]

I'm trying really hard not to get maudlin and stupid about this.

[paranoidbastard]

[ He sits with a grunt and sets the bottle down between them. ]

Worse comes to worst, at least you can say that much. Never could stand an idjit who dove straight into the pity party. [ They're harder to catch and drag back into the boundaries of common sense. ]

[momchester]

You have to admit, it's easy to do here.

[She goes straight for the bottle, taking the first (very deep) swig.]

For me it's... the afterlife. This is it, when I vanish from here my number's up.

[paranoidbastard]

Don't put it in "when"s. You spend all your time thinkin' about the maybe whens, it just leads to trouble. [ Spend more time thinking about your chalk symbols, holy water and panic rooms. Safe-staying ways. They're incredibly handy. ]

[momchester]

Well, there's nothing I can do about it, so there's no physical harm. I'm not gonna hare off and do something ridiculous to try and fight fate. I'm tired of that.

[So fucking exhausted. She hands off the bottle.]

[paranoidbastard]

Couldn't blame ya. [ He takes a swig from the bottle and passes it back in turn. ]