Jack refused to take the handcuffs off and he refused to explain anything, he kept repeating that, "Sam said I can't." and everything else didn't matter.

She didn't have her lock picks on her and he was watching her every move. The wiring on the phone on the nightstand had been cut so she couldn't use it and the only other phone was kept safely in Jack's pocket. Sometimes he did go to the outside hallway to make or take a call and despite trying her best she couldn't make out what he was saying.

The handcuffs were also attached to the bed so she couldn't really go anywhere without Jack. He kept apologizing for everything but also didn't let her do or go anywhere else. He stayed in the room when she went to the bathroom but even then she had the handcuffs on.

Multiple times she stared at the bathroom window and tried to figure out how to fit herself out of it. It was too small, maybe if she hadn't been pregnant and therefore putting on pounds she might've been able to buy at this time. She checked over the entire bathroom multiple times to try to find something that she could use to pick the lock but Jack had cleaned it out.

Food came three times a day, Jack didn't leave the room either other than to the hallway to get the food that was being delivered or his phone calls. Somehow he also had her prenatal vitamins and gave them to her as well.

"What about going to a different motel?" Mary asked. "It's going to be suspicious if we stay here too long."

"Sam said it's going to be fine, we're paid up." Jack told her as he turned the television on for her and handed her the remote. He had his laptop but it was angled away from her and she couldn't have that either.

"How long are we going to stay here for?" she asked instead, trying to get some sort of information out of him.

Jack hesitated. "Until-"

"Until Sam says it's okay to come back." Mary finished for him. "Jack, what's going on?"

Jack fidgeted in his seat, looking more uncomfortable than she had ever seen him. "I told you." he said.

"You haven't told me anything." Mary said. "Tell me about Michael, tell me about Dean, tell me that he's okay. Tell me something."

Jack glanced at his phone once more, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "I don't know if I can." he mumbled. "Its...what happened with Michael...Sam told me not to tell you cause...it's difficult."

"Difficult to tell me?" Mary asked. "Or difficult about what happened?"

"Both." Jack said shaking his head. "It's just that...with Michael...Sam managed to do something but we're not sure...I don't know how to say this Mary."

"Try." Mary said leaning forward as much as she could. "Why are you using angelic handcuffs on me? What's the point of this?"

Jack was glancing at the phone and back at her a few times, a pained look on his face. Whatever he was about to say was cut off when someone knocked on their door twice rapidly and then once slowly. A code.

Jack jumped up and went to the door immediately, a bit of relief clear on his face. He opened the door and spoke to whoever was out there before he moved to the side.

Mary sat up and felt a bit of relief run through her as Sam walked into the room, looking tired and stressed, his beard was growing in again but he managed a small smile at her.

"Hey mom." he said softly.

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