Let's go back to the beginning.

Mary was always an imagination junky. She read, she wrote, she drew and painted; became lost for hours within artwork both online and within books. A creator of fiction and yet a lover of nonfiction, the gap was often bridged through architecture. She couldn't tell you when she first decided that was what she would pursue; she could, however, tell you just when it was she realized it was too much spotlight. Going under a fake name young Mary began doing smaller projects that were less likely to be noticed and far more suited to her tastes. Halloween was her specialty; she designed and set up haunted houses that competed with professionals.

Her brother always encouraged her into becoming something bigger but she was quite content with being small. Mary enjoyed not being noticed and he accepted that despite his excitement when he caught wind of a possible project or a new piece of artwork. Alex was practically her secretary of a company that didn't even exist. They made a good team and she was ever grateful for his support and assistance. He's a computer technician, always on the hunt online for possible things of interest for the girl who was often disinterested. What she enjoyed most about him was the fact he never wanted anything from her in all their years. Nothing was expected -save for paying her half of the rent on time- and that was the greatest feeling in the world to her.

There was a sort of freedom in living without any expectations. To simply coexist with someone that understands you that you have the privilege to call family.

They currently sat on the couch, going through a pile of horror movies which always gave way to them debating on what made a monster. It was a repetitive conversation they had but it was nonetheless enjoyable. They'd mostly agree, save for the fact he couldn't shake his opinion that the appearance sometimes came into things to define a monster as one. She'd make her argument that appearance never played much of a role; it was more a bonus factor. Stating how characters like Michael Myers and Cletus Kasady were monsters by default. She'd say how superheroes aren't labeled based on whether or not they have superpowers, it's the actions they take and the choices they make no matter the type of person they are. The moment that comment flew out her mouth Alex would begin his Batman impressions and she'd sink into the corner of the couch to escape his wicked ways.

He handed her the bowl of Doritos with a grin as she bit back a laugh. Mary wasn't the type of person who felt much and had difficulty expressing that which she did feel. Maybe it was due to old wounds she could no longer remember or maybe she is just defective as a human being – the debate has long since died out. Alex brought out something human in her and she knew if it wasn't for him she wouldn't be a healthy, functioning individual.

"So lunch tomorrow? I get off around one." Alex asked.

Mary pretended to check her schedule, "Well, I have to see if I have any clients. No, not a single one - just have to mail a painting out. We're good, one tomorrow sounds great."

He stole back the bowl and grinned, "You're hilarious. Get a job already." She kicked his leg which earned a laugh, "I'm kidding. Actually, never work again, when you have a job I barely see you for weeks at a time. It's so boring. Maybe you should become a housewife so we don't have to worry about that ever."

She made a face, "Incest much?"

Alex's expression morphed into displeasure as he thought about what he said. "Ew, gross. No way."

"Insulting much?" Mary teased as she bit into a chip.

"I didn't mean you aren't- I'm just saying you're family. It's weird complimenting on you… physically." He sighed, running a hand through his black locks. "We're almost twins."

"How about we talk about where we're going for lunch before this subject becomes too awkward and you explode."

He laughed sarcastically, "We can hit that cafe around the block." It earned him a thumbs up and they sat for a moment as the credits rolled on the television. "So, The Collector... Wow."

Her lips pulled into a grin, "Wonderfully horrible, right? He can't be contained in one category, that character breaches them all. He's every kind of serial killer all condensed into one."

"The people who made this movie didn't give a fuck about the rules!" Alex declared approvingly with a raised fist. "You're right, that's a new favorite now mostly due to being able to see how much the writers loved both characters." He said, stifling a yawn as his gaze shifted towards the clock mounted on the wall. "Shit. I should get to bed; I have to head in early to finish a report."

Mary lifted the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre followed by its sequels.

"Oh, fuck me. Who needs sleep when there's a marathon?"

Live it up, you two. The best is yet to come.

I don't make any profits from writing this. It's purely for fun based on fleeting thoughts and conversations with others. I only own the OC's, everything else belongs to the Supernatural developers.