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[Mary's face flickers into view, showing a very confused-looking teenage girl who's staring into the camera (bracelet) with the intensity of a brain surgeon mid-operation. After a moment she seems to become aware that it's on and broadcasting, starts slightly, then sits back, talking at the camera with distinct awkwardness.]

Oh, god- is this even working? I- I think so. Okay, okay. [Clearing her throat and kind of sitting up a little.] Hi. My name is Mary Campbell and I know I'm not the only person trapped here.

[Deep breath. On closer view, she looks rattled. Like she's been crying, but long enough ago that she can hide it somewhat.] I don't know if anyone out there can hear me or if you know me, but I need help. If anybody can tell me what's really going on- and if there's any way to wake up. [Deep breaths, Mary. Keep it together.] I'd just really appreciate it.

[She takes a quick breath and moves as if to turn it off, but then abruptly spits out-] I'm in Sigyn. [She pronounces it wrong.] If that means anything to anyone. I don't know if it does. I don't know anything.

[A grimace (she knows she's losing her composure) and she turns the thing off abruptly.]

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[Dean does let go of her, though, hands falling away as if burned. He takes several steps away, but won't leave until he knows that she's at least safe. He's dealt with enough hysterical people to hold himself together, and he reminds himself weakly that this isn't really his mother, not yet.]

[She reels away until she hits a wall and stays there, grateful for something firm to hold her up so she can lean against it and hyperventilate. This is too much, too goddamn much at once for her to deal with because she's smart and she can see it all spinning out- if he's here, now, like this then she can't change it, she can't change it because they know now that it already happened so she's going to die and there's nothing they can do about it and when she dies her whole family will fall apart and everything she ever wanted out of life will die.]

I can't change it. There's nothing I can do, you're proof of that, don't you see?

[Dean swallows against the familiar lump in his throat, refusing to meet her eyes and just standing awkwardly some feet away from her. Everything she says makes sense, he knows that, but part of him still holds onto the hope that they might have a normal life. He has no idea what to say, so he just stands there and lets her rage at him.]

[Mary closes her eyes and lets her head fall back against the wall with a soft thump, trying to focus on getting a grip. There's no point in just being completely hysterical, even if she just wants to fall apart and cry. She's determined to be an adult about this.

Still, after a few minutes of quiet punctuated by harsh, uneven breaths, a low sound escapes her that sounds stunningly young.]

I don't wanna die.

[Groaning in frustration and pacing around, Dean scrubs his hands through his hair and over his face.]

Think anyone does? I've been there, it's not pretty.

[Way to be an asshole to your own mother, Dean.]

[Way to be an asshole to a terrified kid slamming hard against her own mortality. You stay classy, San Diego.]

...You have?

[She sounds completely devastated. Because holy shit, this is her son. How can this be her life? Her legacy? Oh god.]

[He looks down at his boots, because yeah he just nominated himself for the worst son ever award.]

Made a deal for Sammy's life, went to Hell a year later. I got pulled out, though. Heaven's had plans for our family since before it existed.

...Sam? Sam's my kid, too? And you both- both of you?

[Both of her kids. Dead. Dead in their twenties, by the sound of it, and oh god she can't. There's only one thing for her to hold onto in all of that.]

God. At least... there really is a Heaven.

[Which says something about the world she lives in. Her entire life, her entire childhood saturated in darkness and evil- in Hell, with no concept of Heaven. The idea of any light in the world to balance it is such a relief to her.]

[He almost tells her how fucked up the angels are, but he can see her hanging onto the glimmer of hope and nods.]

Yep, it's everything people say it is. You get your own little slice of paradise once you're up there.

[It's a thin and pitiful glimmer, honestly, and she has some sense of that through her haze when she says in a tightly strained voice-]

Oh good, at least there's a silver lining. When my kids die again at least they'll go somewhere nice.

[And there's also the fact that they always end up in Hell instead...]

Yeah, well, everyone dies. At least we've saved a lotta people on the road to an early grave.

[Mary chokes on her next breath, and has to swallow back a dry sob.

Dean, you suck at being comforting right now. So much.]

[Trust me. He knows.

He groans and runs a hand over his face again.]

Look, I'm crap at this. Always have been. Let me buy you dinner or something? Please?

Fine.

[She finally opens her eyes and looks at him again. It's hard. Christ, it's so hard.]

God. I can see it.

[He runs a hand through his hair.] Sam's the one who looks like dad.

So do you. You look like you could be his big brother.

[WEIRD.]

There's a diner this way.

Oh-okay. Lead the way.

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