A beat of silence fell over them.

"You want to kill your father?" John finally asked, wanting to make sure that he had heard correctly. "But...you sold your soul to save him."

"So?" Mary asked with a snort. "It's been a very, very long time since then. I've changed in ways you can't imagine. Besides at the very least, he killed me first."

"But...he's your father." John said a bit helplessly. "You can't just...kill him."

"Why not?" Mary asked him, a tinge of amusement to her voice. "It's not like you know the man or anything about him. Why do you care what I do?"

"I don't know him but I know of him, he's a hunter, a good one and well known in the hunting community." John said. "If you kill him and it gets out that you did and who you are, they'll try to hunt you down."

Mary raised an eyebrow at that, letting her eyes go black once more. "They can try." she told him. "But I'm not your average run of the mill demon. The absolute worst that they'll be able to do is to send me back to Hell, and that's annoying because I want to keep my body."

John took a moment to look her over. "Is...is that really your body?"

"Mine all mine." Mary said, looking down at her hands. "Dad didn't burn it like he was supposed to, just buried it. So when I got out of Hell the first time I possessed someone else and dug it up, healed it all over from the rot and decay and took it back." she flexed her fingers a few times. "Kept it ever since, even forced it to age enough to stop looking fourteen."

John just stared at her, taking his fill. He...he had no idea what to do or how to act. On one hand he was a hunter, if not born and bred then at least raised in and enhanced. She was a demon, a dangerous powerful demon, that he needed to be able to either kill or subdue in some sort of way. She had said it herself, she wasn't an average demon and the more powerful the demon was, the more unstable.

But.

She was also Mary. She was also the woman who charmed him with a single smile in the garage who laughed at his horrible jokes. Who whispered that she loved him in the middle of the night when they couldn't sleep, who he had looked over at the court aisle as they recited their vows. The mother of his children and his wife and partner.

She was Mary.

But she was also a demon.

He had no idea what to do or how to handle this, not even the single bit of clue of what he could do in the hopes of trying to...to what? He didn't want to cage her, didn't want to tie her down with holy water soaked ropes under a devils trap. Didn't want to keep her a prisoner as she glared at him hatefully, planning his painful death.

He wanted things to go back the way they were, and that wasn't the first time he's wanted that.

He wants their house back, wants their room with Deans down the hall just a moment's padding away. The nursery that was the hope of a possibility of another child made from the both of them.

He wants his family back. All of them.

Mary stared at him suspiciously, leaning back away from his reach. "What?"

"I've missed you." the words slipped out in a whisper before he could even hope to stop them. "I've missed you so much."

For a moment it looked like Mary was about to soften before her eyes narrowed him. "So?"

He swallowed hard, reaching for the bottle of alcohol and managing to refill his glass. By some miracle he didn't spill any even when he shot it down. "So nothing." he said. "I've just...missed you."

"Yeah well, it's hard to think nice things when you're the reason I went back to Hell." Mary said with another snort, looking to the side. "You have no idea the crap I went through after what you did."

"It doesn't mean anything, but I'm sorry." he told her. "I'm really, really sorry. If I could take it back, redo it, I would."

"I'm not a deal maker, find a crossroad if you want to stake your soul on it." Mary said, rolling her eyes. "Or don't, the idea of you becoming a demon is kinda nauseating."

Despite the words, they still brought a small smile onto his face. "Can...can you tell me a few things?"

"Like what?"

"Like..." he licked his upper lip in thought. "What makes you so...different from other demons? Why are you so different?"

Mary turned back to look at him with a scoff. "Trying to figure out ways to get me?"

John immediately shook his head. "I just...we were together for eight years Mary." he whispered. "And I realized that I never really knew you. I just...I want to get to know you, the real you, every last bit of it of who you really are."

"Why?" she asked him. "What's the point? Not like we're getting back together."

That part stung but he tried hard to make sure that it didn't show on his face or in his voice. "No harm in just talking."

Mary raised an eyebrow at him. "Says the hunter to the demon." she said, leaning back into her side of the booth. She stared at him for a moment before she gestured to the bartender for a drink. "Alright. What do you want to know?"

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