Mary frowned slightly as she nervously toyed with the charms on her bracelet, each charm was a different sigil of protection from varying religions. She was waiting for John to pick her up for their date. He was out buying the VW van that would take the two of them away. It was a somewhat unsaid feeling between the pair, it was something they had planned out between lovesick glances. They were going to run off together.
Now, one thing could very easily be misunderstood about Mary Campbell she had to get away from her parents and their lives, but that was not to say that she didn't love them with all of her heart. But she couldn't take it anymore, she didn't want to be a hunter. If she had a say in the life she could have gotten the only reason she would've picked this one is because she wasn't quite sure that she could make it in a life without John Winchester. He felt like home to her.
Bits and pieces of her felt guilty over the fact that she had kept so much of her life a secret from the man that she was desperate to run away with. But ex-marine or not, she wasn't sure if he could handle the full truth about what goes bump in the night. Sometimes she wasn't sure if even her father understood the full truth about it all. But Mary wanted to forget everything she knew, all the things she had seen.
She would trade all of that for a life with John, laughing until they would surely die, summer nights, slight bickering, to grow old with him without the worry of the supernatural, a family, a house of their own. It was all she wanted. The roar of a muscle car caught her senses, she cocked her head to the side as a confused smile popped up across her lips. The black Impala stopped in front of her house, John stepping from the rumbling car a proud grin across his mouth. Leaping up from her spot on her porch she jogged down to the sidewalk, still confused she glanced across the black vehicle almost offended by the fact that it wasn't apart of the dream she had crafted in her mind.
"What's this?" She asked her tone showing her emotions clear as day.
"My car" He stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world, a breath of laughter in his words.
Her mood lightened, the mild disappointment fading immediately as she walked around the vehicle John trailing behind her, the tones of his voice alone able to bring himself back into her good graces without knowing he had ever fallen out of them. "What happened to the van?" She questioned the same breath of laughter in her voice.
Still proud of his choice, glad he listen to that strange Dean man John spoke once more, "Mary, this is better than the van. It's got a 327, a 4-barrel carburetor" He babbled.
With a smile Mary just looked up at him expectantly, van or not she would still make it out of this life, she would get her happily ever after. Knowing what she wanted John immediately opened the door for her. As she stepped into the car Mary swore she caught the glance of a stranger sitting in a beige car just up the street. But she shrugged it off as John closed the door behind her. One last hunt and she would be home free with her John Winchester.