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.

Comments

[Voice]

[integrity]

You should all just lose your souls and be done with it, quite frankly, it's much easier to deal with grief that way.

I was planning on having Dean solve a problem for me, but it appears he, once again, is useless.

[Voice]

[momchester]

I like my humanity where it is.

[Quietly, with less judgment than you'd expect from a ~Winchester.]

If he's doing a job at home, he's still not useless, is he?

[Voice]

[integrity]

He's always useless to me, but he's not quite so useless to other people.

[momchester]

Which is ultimately useful to you, isn't it? You wouldn't think it's important otherwise.

[integrity]

Not particularly. But that doesn't matter.

[The tiniest of shrugs, that Mary cannot see.]

The point is, he's not here to do something useful for me, which figures. So, no, I will not mourn his loss, and everyone who does should realize that the idiot isn't dead.

[momchester]

I know he isn't, which is why I'm not acting like it. I'm acting like I just lost someone I may never see again- not dead, just lost. Some of us don't have a world to go back to.

[integrity]

Most of the population, as it were, doesn't.

[momchester]

The old residents don't count, this is actually their home.

[integrity]

I didn't mean the older residents.

[An eyeroll that Mary can't see.]

[momchester]

That makes no sense. Most people here have homes they have to get back to.