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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[action]

[where_the_hearth_is]

[The House doesn't know what to say, how to handle loss. It's not something it's ever really known, aside from the perpetual but familiar absence of its first owner. But a little iridescent butterfly finds Mary at the memorial, settling gently nearby, wings throwing soft rainbows in the light. Just a speck of prettiness, as good a sign as it can manage that the House is watching over her, that it cares.]

[Text]

[family_remains]

What?!

[action]

[failedparenting]

[John will be there. He's not completely drunk, but he's on his way. The flask in his coat pocket is certainly getting a workout.

He says nothing as he sidles up next to her, but he offers her his flask.]

[Voice]

[integrity]

He has a horrendous tendency to make my life difficult, the selfish bastard.

[No. He will not be helpful. Because he is pissed off.]

text

[socius]

[.. Oh.]

I'm sorry.

[magnetic_magpie]

Mary...I. I know it hurts. I know that that doesn't make it easier.

text;

[whycantistay]

I'm sorry. He was a good guy.

[text]

[ofthursday]

[Have the most detailed answer ever, Mary, though he does feel a little touched that she bothered to ask.]

Fine.

video;

[athermercy]

I'm sorry, Mary.

text;

[paranoidbastard]

[ Disappeared, not dead. Could be worse. Could always be worse. Damn it to hell. Bobby doesn't much like texting, either, but he'll make an exception. ]

Thanks for the heads up.
Call if you need something.