This is a short story about a girl called Mary Campbell, she's a hunter, but this story isn't about the monsters or the hunt; quite the opposite. This is a day when she meets a stranger.
Mary's helping out in her friend's parent's diner. It doesn't pay much, but Mary loves it, seeing people being... people. Something she never had. Sometimes she sees people being... well, human. She promises herself that's how her children will be. Absolutely oblivious.
She kind of feels like a spy camera. She can name, age and tell you a secret about each and every person. There not many people in the diner, in the school holidays the parents that are usually there retire to abroad and the cinemas rather than a diner. Then another man walks in. A man Mary hasn't seen before-he's taller than her but small for a man, about 30-ish going from his suit and stubble, spiked hair and tanned skin. The suit was messy, like he'd been out in wind- even though today was still and sunny- his tie was flipped and his shirt untucked, all topped off with a dirty beige over coat. When he walks through the door static catches the jukebox and 'Hey Jude' beings to play, which just so happens to be her favourite beetles song; if this wan't Mary she would have proposed on the spot. But this was Mary, and something about him made her want to run.
As he came closer he notices Mary, which scares her even more, but Mary being Mary, she stays, tall and ready to shut him up in any way possible. Her friend and this diner was the only normal thing in her life. 'Good evening, sir' she smiles to the stranger 'What can I get you?'
'No' He stated with a stern look 'Thank you.' he hurried, before Mary could speak he smiles and looks around, like he's looking for someone, before smiling and leaning closely
'Erm, sir?...'
'Right, personal space. I knew I forgot something... You saved my brother- May I have your photo, he's been demanding it ever since-'
'-Yes!' Mary cut him off so fast she didn't realise she had actually agreed to it.
Before she could correct him, he was moving her gently to the left before a flash went off. The flash went unnoticed by most of the customers. But the disappearing man sure didn't.
Little did Mary know that the man was now in 21st century, being hugged by a teary Dean Winchester who was holding a new photo of his 17 year old mother, on the day John Winchester happened to visit the diner on the right .