Maybe it was selfishness, maybe it was something else. There was no other explanation for why she was in the closet gathering spell ingredients.
She was lonely, that was the bottom line of it. She just wanted to be selfish this one time, damn the consequences of what might be.
Sam and Dean had done things like this before multiple times, they had always saved each other from death and beyond and dealt with the consequences later on regardless of what they were.
Why couldn't she do that too? Why couldn't she be selfish for once and do something that she wanted, needed down to the marrow of her bones, to do?
Swallowing hard Mary lined the vials up in order in front of her and stared at them for a moment before she reached for the first one and opened it.
She wasn't sure of what would happen once she did this, she wasn't sure if she'd even be alive at the end of it but...she wanted to do this. It was her choice to do so, regardless of what happened.
She added the second and third ingredient and watched as the mixture glowed brightly before she picked a brush up and went to the wall. Dipping it into the bowl she slowly started to draw.
This might change everything, it might destroy her completely, her return was all because of God's sister giving Dean something he wanted, she didn't' want to think about the logistics of that and where she stood on that.
She didn't care. She just...needed to do this.
Once she was done she stepped back and took an empty vial, adding the rest of the mixture into it and closing it, pocketing it. She wasn't sure if she was going to use it but she liked having the option to do so if necessary.
Taking a deep breath she drew the sigil onto the wall, concentrating as the spell intended for her to and with a flash of light and a burning sensation in her chest she was blinded for a moment as she felt a tug around her navel.
She barely managed to let out a small noise as she stumbled, falling out of a closet and tumbling onto the ground.
She took a moment to take a deep breath, enough to hear the tell tale sound of a gun being cocked and she knew that the gun was being pointed at her. Keeping her head down she lifted her hands up, palms forward as she stood up.
"Who the hell are you?" a familiar voice demanded, making her heart twist in her chest.
Slowly she brought her head up, her lips parting slightly as she stared at the man in front of her. He stared at her in horror and shock and just a little bit of hope in his eyes. "Mary?" was asked in a hushed whisper.
Mary managed a small smile at him, keeping her hands up. "Hello John." she whispered.
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