IC Contact

[refrigeratormom]

Hi, this is Mary Winchester. I can't come to the phone right now, so leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you just as soon as I can. Thanks!

[Pause.]

...Beep.

[Yes, she said the word "beep." Don't sass.]

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[fairymicrowaver]

Hey, mom. I'm going to go see Dad and make sure he's doing ok. I'll be back later, [There's a pause.] ...love you.

Call

[refrigeratormom]

[Nnnn oh Dean, her heart. It pierces right through the endless mantra of FML and makes her smile a little.]

I love you too.

...That's the first time I've said that to you since- since. Before. When you were little.

[But that was four months ago when she put a little child to bed. Learning to connect that love to a man three years her elder took time. She never got the guts to tell him before. It warms her inside to finally get it out.]

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[fairymicrowaver]

[Since he was little. If he shuts his eyes he can remember it. Before everything went up in flames and their lives wound down the path of hunting. He swallows, his eyes bright.]

...Yeah. I mean, I know this isn't going to be easy. But we'll be ok, somehow.

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[refrigeratormom]

[What a strange reversal this is, him having more hope than she. Her voice is a little thick when she answers.]

Somehow. Yeah. [She isn't sure she believes it anymore.] Dean, what- what your father posted. I didn't mean to purposely hide anything from you.