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[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]

[For all she knows, he might be. The future ahead of her death stretches on forever and hunters die young. It's the uncertainty that terrifies her most.]

Sure. It's not a private party.

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[socius]

Aright then. Where?

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[momchester]

The Newcomer Memorial. [Insert the rest of the location because the mun doesn't remember.]