A/N:eip...ok now it's nail biting time, slightly freaking, gah I hope this is alright *hides* more to come soon! thanks again for your feedback.
Mary knelt, placing her hand upon the stone slab. Its surface smooth and cold like the ring on her finger. The corners of her lips twitching as she followed the groove of his name with her fingers. She stopped at the 'W', a tremor taking hold. She pressed her palm flat against it, "I'm sorry," her voice cracked.
Dean sat with Sammy on the floor, building a tower, which Sammy took great pleasure in knocking down before Dean could put the last block in place, clapping his pudgy little hands together. Dean pointedly crossing his arms over his chest, full pout on his lips.
"Dean," his mother said in a warning tone, though not harsh.
And for a moment he scowled at his brother in defiance, Sammy flapping his arm up and down, a building block in his hand. A grin lighting up Dean's face, re-building the tower almost hastily, "Sammy look," waiting for those expectant eyes before knocking the blocks over himself with a glimmer of mischief in his eye as Sammy giggled.
Mary shook her head moving back into the kitchen, avoiding Carol's eyes. She knew what was coming.
"Mary I don't think you're ready to…"
"Ready? Ready to what? To take on the world without my husband? No, I don't think I am. I don't know if I'll ever be. But I can't just wait here. "
"But Mary, where would you go?"
"I'll figure something out."
"Christmas is just round the corner…"
"All the more reason to go. I know you mean well but I…I can't stay here. Not here," not in Lawrence, and not with the yellow eyed demon out there.
Being kept did not sit well with her. She was still a Campbell after all. With the insurance, and what little money she and John had managed to save, they would be set for couple of months at the least.
"When?" Carol giving in to Mary's resolve. She knew her well enough to know that Mary was not one for changing her mind once it was set.
"Tomorrow."
