A/N-I don't have much of a BS for Mary, so i started off her story properly in the Bugs episode of Supernatural. I'll keep them all on here.
Mom and I landed in Oklahoma on a humid and wet day, the clothes sticking to our backs as the plane touched the runway. I didn't mind flying; mom on the other hand, hated it. She preferred to have her feet on the ground, or be sitting behind a steering wheel. But the car managed to magically break down last week and Uncle John was away out of town, on a new and top-secret hunt, which I, yet again, wasn't allowed to be a part of.
My mom, Ruth Campbell, was never married; my dad apparently left her before I was born. She wasn't dependent on him though; she had her own business, which she ran from home. She was a successful realtor who had broken away from the firm she worked. She now ran her own estate agents from her laptop on the kitchen workbench. I would always find her there, sipping her coffee and peering over her square framed glasses, her chestnut hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. I had been sent to private school from the age of twelve, catholic private school at that. Only the best education would suffice for her baby girl, I was only allowed the best in everything, or everything she could afford to give me. So, to get me out of there, my mom had to pull some serious strings.
I never thought I looked like my mom, I was always told I looked like Aunt Mary and Dean. I had the same face and the same deep blue eyes. I was dark however, my chocolate, almost black wavy hair like Sam. Aunt Mary was another unanswered question she had died six years before I was born, in a house-fire. Uncle John, however, had been a permanent fixture in my life. He always visited if his work passed through Chicago, usually bringing Dean with him. Sam, I hadn't seen for four years now. He had gone to school in Stanford, my mom had loaned him some money to pay a little. He used it to get a new laptop I didn't really mind not seeing Sam. Dean on the other hand, I missed like hell. He had been like a big brother to me growing up. He was ten when I was born, the third person to hold me after my Mom and Uncle John. He was my protector, more so than anybody else in my life.
After collecting our luggage we made our way out of the airport and to the car hire place. Mom took on a respectable Mercedes for the week, its black paint new and shiny.
When we were settled in the car I put on the stereo, ramming a c.d. Dean had made for me into the player. I hummed along to the familiar sounds of ACDC and Kansas, playing with my hair, curling this way and that in my fingers.
"How long until we hit Oasis Valley?" I asked my mom.
"Hmm. It'll be about another couple of hours. We'll drive through and get something to eat. Then you should get some sleep sweetie."
"I could drive for a while if you want. I'll take over after eating if I sleep now. I don't want you to tire yourself out mom." I smiled at her.
"Its okay Mary. I'm high on coffee as it is." She whistled along to the music. "You were born in the wrong decade darling, you would have loved the 70's." she laughed as I scowled and lay back into the chair. My feet on the dashboard before I fell asleep wrapped up in my parka jacket.
The dream came again. I was alone in my room, the room I had in Kansas when I was six. There was a strange man at the bottom of my bed, his yellow eyes glowing madly. Somehow, I was never scared of him though. It was like I knew him I had met him before. He smiled at me wildly and waved, before putting a finger to his mouth and telling me to be quiet. I nodded and lay back into my bed. Then my mom came in the room, holding a rifle, but it flew out of her hands, blowing out my nightlight. I could feel the glass still on me. Then she flies against the wall and hits her head, landing with a soft thumping sound, a black cloud surrounding her head. . That's before the fire begins, right the way around my bed. That's when, like clock work I wake up, and the yellow-eyed man disappears.
I jumped up and my mom shot me a worried glance.
"Honey, are you okay?" she felt my forehead "Gosh, you've got a soaring temperature!"
"Mom, I'm fine. I think it's just the effects of the nightmare." I assured her with a sigh as I rubbed my head.
"We should ring John. I hate seeing you like this." She bit her lip
"You know you'll just get the answer machine."
"Then we'll ring Caleb, Bobby or Ash and Ellen." She ran through the names. "Someone has to know how to stop them darling."
"They might, but lets just forget about it for now mom. Lynda needs all the help she can get with this sales job."
"Hmmm." She pursed her lips, she was obviously still worrying about me, but I let it go. Nothing remotely demonic or supernatural was going to spoil the precious little time I was going to spend with her this weekend.
We drove through Oasis Springs, past the ambulance and cop cars. Mom, being Mom stopped the car and we went to investigate what was going on.
Larry Pike stood there, looking worse for wear, tired and petrified at the same time. He saw my Mom instantly and his face lit up. She had been his head realtor for years; I had gone to the same Pre-School and Elementary as his son, Matthew. We were the same age as each other; we had been best friends for years.
"Larry, what's going on?" she soothed him, whilst looking at the yellow tape.
"One of the men, Dustin, went down the hole there. By the time someone got him out, he was dead."
"Do they know what it is yet?" I asked him, huddled into my Parka.
"Looks like he had Mad Cow disease." He added, "least, that's what the paramedics are saying."
"Mad Cow? Are you sure? I mean he must have had dementure before hand." I quoted out loud, my Mom scowled at me. She knew I was thinking up some plan to have my own case to follow up, be a regular member of the Scooby Gang.
"Normal guy. It must have come on pretty fast. He was bleeding from his mouth, nose, eyes and ears." He gestured with his hands.
"Gross" I whispered as I looked over the tape, "there are like dead beetles in there as well. Imagine dying surrounded by bugs. Eurgh." I shivered at the thought of it.
I could deal with a malevolent spirit or two, but put bugs and creepy crawlies before me and I just melt.
"That's enough Mary." My Mom warned me and I didn't continue the comments. "So, when do I start Larry?" she asked him, changing the subject.
"Oh, erm, next Tuesday, were having a BBQ. Hopefully the weather will clear up by then. Lynda's putting you up, unless you want to buy your own place out here?" he teased.
"I think we're pretty settled in Chicago Larry, but thanks for the offer." She laughed at him. "We'll see you then with Lynda."
"Listen, come around for dinner on Sunday, Matt would love to see Mary again." He urged.
"I bet he would." I muttered looking away from Larry.
"Yeah, okay. I'll bring desert around." She smiled before ushering me to the car.
She put the music back on before she started her lecture "You can tell your John Winchester's niece!" she shook her head "You were itching to find something supernatural there. The guy just lost a work colleague and your looking for your next mission."
"Sorry Mom." I rolled my eyes and looked at the rain. "Don't you think it's a bit odd though?"
"What's odd?"
"The whole Mad Cow explanation, I mean. Lets just say he did have it, he'd have been acting weird for a least a few months, before construction started."
"Mary, just leave it honey. We have enough to deal with before you decide to pull a Winchester on me!"