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

[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. ]