video/fail private :| :|

[refrigeratormom]

[The video starts shaky, camera trembling and rattling around on a blurry picture of the city in Darkness. The only sound is a background of harsh, unsteady breathing that sounds like crying, punctuated with hitching almost-sobs and hiccups. The stars, a rusted trash can, a shot of the ground before the camera sweeps over something horrible- Dean

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voice;

[getswhinedat]

[ ...Dean?

It takes Bobby a little while to reply to the post: one of those things that happens when you get busy staring, swearing, throwing NVs, not wanting to ask because this kind of thing just happened, they just started picking up and getting past it right with him- oh, these boys, they're gonna be the death of him one day.

But he could never not ask, not really. When he speaks, his voice is as strained as anyone's has been tonight, and ohhh is he striking for calm. ]

What the hell happened?

voice/private;

[refrigeratormom]

Darkness. I'll tell you the whole story later.

Castiel is flying us all somewhere. Do you want me to send him to get you when we're safe?

voice/private;

[getswhinedat]

[ Normally, he'd be much more leery on the prospect of Castiel flying him anywhere. An ally, sure, but not one he knows all that well right now. ]

That or just give me the address.

I'll get there.

btw we have an offline wake kind of thread at mary's apartment

[refrigeratormom]

We're going to an abandoned warehouse. In the Darkness, it's not safe to try to get all the way to the docks.

[audio]

[limitedrun]

[Oh damn. Griffin doesn't have any particular feelings towards Mary, but that has to suck. He's never been a parent who's had to watch a child down, but he knows what it's like the other way around.]

Get the body out of the Darkness. And don't freak out if it disappears.

[audio]

[refrigeratormom]

I know how it works. We're getting it away as fast as we can.

[audio] ... WHY DID I PUT DOWN INSTEAD OF DIE? /failure

[limitedrun]

Right. Watch your back, then.

yes clearly you are a total failure

[refrigeratormom]

I will.

Did you know Dean?

[Video//Private//Unhackable]

[abrotherlikeyou]

[Sure, John can probably still hear this, but whatever.]

Now, before you kick your husband out--

What happened?

[reaction]

[refrigeratormom]

[IG. NORE.]

[Video//Private//Unhackable]

[abrotherlikeyou]

[Fine. He'll be blunt. And if this fails, he'll just let go of that last thread of patience he has.]

Who killed Dean, Mary?

[Video//Private//Unhackable]

[refrigeratormom]

A rope-faced dog and forty rotgut kittens.

Is there something you want?

Video - late Thursday night

[frosty_mind]

Mary ... I'm sorry. There really isn't that much more to say about what happened in itself.

I've already been a terrible snoop and seen that you don't want to take tomorrow off. You can change your mind five minutes before walking into work tomorrow -- or two days from now, if it hits you suddenly.

I don't suppose there's anything I can do?

video/private;

[refrigeratormom]

[Emma's understanding makes her laugh tiredly, running hands through her hair. She's already back in the apartment by now.]

Thanks, Emma. I really appreciate it.

Um... I don't know. Any marital advice for me?

Re: video/private;

[frosty_mind]

Here? Well ... be very clear on the difference between the husband you knew years ago and the man is now, and make sure John is quite clear on the difference between the years-old memories of his wife and the person you are here and now.

I'm afraid that's rather abstract. Is it at all what you're looking for?

video/private;

[refrigeratormom]

...Actually, it's... not that far off the mark.

But believe me, I'm really clear on the difference. [So bitter. So down.] I can't exactly forget.

OFFLINE; THE TOWERS/AFTER THE "FUNERAL"

[refrigeratormom]

[So tl;dr Mary won the argument and they burned Dean's body and someone said a few words (it was probably Mary or Sam tbh) and then Cas flew them all back to Mary and John's apartment.

Cue alcohol time, and Mary smoking inside because fuck you all and fuck you, Surgeon General, and fuck her nine-year good habits and fuck the police. Also, cue Mary and John taking opposite corners of the apartment.]

[wingsandwill]

[Cue Castiel, quiet in the corner, only present because Sam might need him for something. Otherwise he would have ditched out already.]

[refrigeratormom]

[Cue Mary, already approaching with a drink in hand.]

Here. You should eat something, you look like hell.

[wingsandwill]

[He glances at her, only because she addressed him directly, then looks away again.]

I'm fine.

[He's not hungry, and he doesn't really want to talk. He doesn't even feel like drinking, oddest of all.]