For a moment, Mary didn't speak, just staring at him in horror.
"You want me to do what?" she finally asked, her voice faint.
"You're going to summon him here, and we're going to make sure that he gets put into and stays in the box." Dean told her, gesturing to the Ma'lak box with his hand that was holding the drink. "And he'll stay in there until I find something that'll kill him or until the end of time. Whichever comes first."
Mary swallowed hard. "Dean, this is...this is crazy." she told him. "You can't be serious about this."
"I'm more than serious." Dean said, leaning back against the other boxes, sipping at his drink. "And you would be too if you gave a single damn about your son."
"Imprisoning Jack isn't going to bring Sam back." Mary protested. "That has nothing to do with the other."
"Maybe it won't." Dean said simply. "But it'll sure as hell make sure he can't hurt anyone else until we find a way to finally end him like we should've a long while ago."
"You don't mean that." Mary said quietly. "You care about him. You're just..." she closed her eyes and let out a deep breath, looking at the Ma'lak box once more. "How are you even sure that this will hold him?"
"Built to keep an archangel locked in. Don't think a nephilim is that much a step upwards." Dean said, knocking back the rest of his drink, idly wishing that he had brought the bottle down with him. "So. You going to do it?"
Mary was quiet as she walked to the Ma'lak box, reaching out to slide her hand along the metal, fingers dipping into the runes he had painstakingly welded. "I don't like this." she whispered.
"Tough." Dean told her, his voice firm and cold. "Pick a side already. Your family, your sons, or everyone else."
He could see her shoulders shaking slightly as she tried to straighten herself. "He's just a kid." he could hear her whisper, barely audible to his ears. His eyes narrowed slightly as he watched her bring her arm up and wipe over her eyes before she turned around back to face him.
"Okay." she said quietly. "I'll do it."
"Good." Dean said with a nod. "You can do it now."
Mary swallowed hard. "Now?" she repeated.
"Now." Dean confirmed. "Unless you got somewhere else to be. But that's your M.O. isn't it? Leaving when one of your real kids needs you."
Mary flinched back at his words and closed her eyes, slowly breathing out once more. Her whole body was shaking slightly as she wet her lips. "Jack." she prayed to him. "It's Mary. Please come back to the bunker, we need to talk to you. It's going to be alright, just...come back. Please."
When she opened her eyes once more, Dean could see that they were wet with barely restrained tears. She brought her arm up to wipe at them once more but didn't say anything else.
They both looked around the room, expecting Jack to appear at any moment.
When he didn't appear Mary couldn't help but breathe a small sigh of relief, shoulders slumping forward.
"Keep praying." Dean ordered, crossing his arms over his chest. "We're not stopping until he's here and shut into the Ma'lak box."
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