Mary didn't know how to read or write anything.
Bobby had given her a book, he wasn't sure which one, but she had stared at it like she didn't know what it was.
So that's how it found him and Mary at the table with a mess of papers and pencils around them.
"Alright, first thing," John said twirling a pencil in between his fingers before starting to slowly write. "M. A. R. Y. That's your name."
Mary stared at the word, reaching out to trace the letters with her finger. "Me?"
John nodded. "You're Mary Campbell, so. M. A. R. Y. C. A. M. P. B. E. L. L." he wrote out. "Mary Campbell."
Mary mouthed each part of her name, her finger following each letter. "What's...yours?"
John wrote it out, saying each letter as he wrote it. "J. O. H. N. W. I. N. C. H. E. S. T. E. R." he nodded. "My name is John Winchester."
"My older son is Dean Winchester. D. E. A. N. W. I. N. C. H. E. S. T. E. R." he wrote out. "And the other one is Sam Winchester, S. A. M. W. I. N. C. H. E. S. T. E. R."
Mary glanced towards the kitchen where Bobby and the boys were. "And...him?"
"Bobby Singer, B. O. B. B. Y. S. I. N. G. E. R." he told her. He wrote out the alphabet for her as well, sounding each letter out for her.
Mary stared at the letters as if she couldn't understand them, her finger still moving along them. She moved back to her name and then to Sams before she carefully picked up the pencil.
S. A. M. C. A. M. P. B. E. L. L.
She stared at the name she shakily wrote with an almost heartbreaking expression on her face.
John stared at her for a moment, remembering what Bobby had told him. "Your dad?"
She nodded, her fingers coming up to trace at his name. "They...killed him." she said slowly. "And...mom."
Recalling the name John picked the pencil up again and wrote out, D. E. A. N. N. A. C. A. M. P. B. E. L. L. "Thats your moms name."
Mary stared at the two names, swallowing hard. "Dead." she whispered. "Both dead."
John nodded. "I'm sorry." he said quietly. "But...they've been dead for a long time."
"Hunters. All hunters." Mary whispered. "We were...hunters."
"I think your entire family were hunters." John told her. "There was someone named Christian as well."
Mary shrugged at that. "Don't know." she mumbled. "Can't remember that much."
"Its okay, you don't have to." John said soothingly. "Let's just focus on letters for now."
Mary picked the pencil up again, staring at the alphabet and slowly copying it, trying to sound out each letter as well. She got most of them and John corrected her when she got one wrong.
Movement caught his eyes and John glanced up, catching a glimpse of two heads peeking around the corner before they quickly ducked back into the kitchen.
Mary followed his gaze and looked towards where the boys were. "What?"
"Nothing." John said shaking his head, a fond smile on his face. "Just my sons."
"They were...in the room." Mary said trying to find the right words. "Before you."
"Yeah I know, I asked them not to but," he shrugged. "They're persistent."
Mary nodded and stared down at the lettres once more, falling silent.
"Mary." John said softly. "Can I ask, what did the vampires do to you? I know they drank from you but did they do anything else?"
Mary looked up at him. "Men." she said. "Men would...follow me and...they drink."
Meaning that she was used as bait to bring other people for the vampires to drink. John nodded at that. "I'm sorry."
Mary shrugged, turning back to the letters. "Not lots of men would follow so," she gestured to her neck bites. "Me."
John breathed out slowly and reached out to gently place his hand on her shoulder, she didn't flinch back, instead she closed her eyes and seemed to lean into his touch instead.
"I'm sorry that you went through that." he said quietly. "I really am. And I want to help you, in every way that I can."
There was another rustle from around the kitchens corner and John sighed at that. "And my boys want to help you too."
Mary glanced at the kitchen, spotting the boys staring at the both of them once more. "What...they want?"
"Something that we can't give to them." John said, when he looked at them once more they ducked back away.
Mary let out a small breath at that and turned back to the letters, copying them down once more. John leaned back to watch her, his eyes following how her lips were mouthing each letter as well as the curve of her fingers as they followed each one.
Swallowing hard John tried to ignore his heart skipping a beat and tried to focus on helping her.
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