When Mary opened her eyes she was in a hotel room staring up at the ceiling. Her hand came down to her stomach almost automatically, sighing in relief when she felt the slight bump.
Slowly she sat up, rolling her shoulders back, hand still on her stomach. It wasn't much but there was the tell tale sign of a slowly growing bump there.
Which also meant that Michael was keeping his word and the baby was going to be alright.
Sliding out of the bed she slowly got used to her body again, moving around the room and going to the mini fridge. Pulling out a water bottle she slowly sipped it, trying to ignore the bits and pieces of her memories that were poking at her.
She wasn't sure she wanted to know what Michael was doing with her body, maybe its more of those monsters infused with his grace, maybe it was something else.
There was a tray covered plate on the table and she pulled it off, staring down at the food that was waiting for her. Despite not being hungry she started to eat, piece by piece, her eyes withdrawn.
It had been a little over a month that she had said yes to Michael and she had already blacked out three times, most of the time she woke up back in her bedroom in the bunker, this was the first time she was somewhere else. Poking around the room a bit more she found that she was in Philadelphia.
A part of her wondered if it meant something, being in Philadelphia or what Michael was doing and decided that it didn't matter. She couldn't do anything about it regardless.
Once she had managed to eat half the plate, her bag was placed to the side and she found her phone. Laying down on the bed she looked at her texts, Sam and Dean had sent her some asking how her trip was.
Apparently she had said that she was going for a small trip to get out of the bunker and into the fresh air. In Philadelphia.
"Once I get heavily pregnant I'm not going to be able to excuse this." Mary spoke, not sure if talking would do anything. "The boys are going to start wondering."
There was no answer but she could feel….something shifting inside of her, almost prickling at her mind.
"You said that you were going to bring John back to life." Mary said, curling more into herself and wrapping her arms around her stomach. "When are you going to do that?"
More rumbling, more shifting in her mind, no real answer to be heard.
Mary tightened her grip on her phone and took a deep breath. "How long are you going to do this?" she whispered.
Her vision started to swim and a familiar blue light filled her eyes. As she fell unconscious she could almost hear a voice, "As long as I want."
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