Mary made a big show of finishing her drink, gesturing for John to do the same. He ignored how the hunters gritted their teeth in frustration, fingers twitching as they were forced to wait. There weren't that many people in the bar but there were enough that might be enticed enough to call the police if things got too violent.

Finally, Mary set her glass down on the table and stood up, bringing the hood on her coat up once more. The hunters immediately flanked her, blocking her from escaping. John stood as well, hand slowly drifting to the back of his pants where he kept his gun.

He felt the cool sharp metal at his side before he could reach it. "Don't even think about it." the hunter growled at him. "What the hell were you hoping for? To get into bed with her? A monster?"

"She's not a monster." John couldn't help but snap back at him, moving his jaw from side to side as the blade pressed threateningly closer to him.

He's had worse odds in the past.

They slowly walked out of the bar, Mary almost leading the way. He could see a smile on her face that almost was becoming a laugh. He had no idea what to expect with her, the time he had thought he had known her hadn't given him a single hint that she could be violent in any way, she never even raised her voice back then.

He had no idea what to expect, no idea what was going to happen to these three fellow hunters.

He wasn't going to lie, at least not to himself, he was very interested to find out.

They walked until they reached the alleyway next to the bar, away from the public eye from anyone walking on the street. Mary looked around and then at the hunters, eyes flicking to black.

"Last chance boys." she told them. "Walk away now and live." She had barely finished speaking when one of them moved forward with a knife, something she easily stepped to the side to avoid. She grabbed his arm and before John could even blink a loud crack filled the air and the man screamed as she broke his arm.

When the other hunter, the one that wasn't holding a knife to John's side, tried to stumble through the exorcism rites Mary calmly picked up the knife the first hunter had held and with a flick of her wrist had it buried in the front of the man's throat. The man gave a gurgling sound as he fell to his knees, clawing at the blade in his throat. John used that moment to grab at the man next to him, slamming him into the wall and gripping his wrist tight enough that he let go of the knife.

When he turned back to look at Mary he saw that she had taken the first man's broken arm and lifted him up using it, bringing her knee up to slam his head down into. He fell to the ground, uncertain if he was alive or dead as he laid there motionlessly.

Calmly, she turned back to the remaining hunter that John was still pinning to the wall. Their eyes met for a moment and a beat passed before John let go of him and stepped away, letting her reach them and grab him by the back of his head and slam him back into the wall. He wasn't sure if she had used all of her strength but he did see her hand move with his skull as it broke and the man fell limp in her grasp.

Mary let go of him and his body fell to a crumpled heap on the ground as she wiped her hand on the side of her pants. She looked them over, the three former hunters that were now dead on the ground, before she looked back at him.

"And this," she gestured with her hand that he could see blood had stained the skin. "This is who I am. Not that little girl you married, not that girl that tried to read cookbook after cookbook, not that girl who you charmed with stupid jokes about music. This is who I am."

John looked around once more, the hints of strength and brutality that Mary could bring. She had killed three hunters not just with ease but a bit of glee, she hadn't killed anyone in a long time she had said and he had a feeling that if they hadn't been in a public place she would've taken her time with them.

He should be afraid. He should be ready to fight. He should, at the least, at being a hunter, be prepared to take care of the situation and take measures to capture the demon and put a stop to it.

But this wasn't any demon, this wasn't just a simple demon coming from hell to wreak havoc and despair.

This was Mary.

And in the end...

That was all that mattered.

"Well?" Mary half demanded, walking over to him so that they were inches away from one another, her head back to look him in the eyes. She had kept her eyes black as she glared at him, eyes slightly narrowed. "Well? Say something. I just killed three hunters in front of you. You're a hunter. Say something."

She reached out and shoved at his shoulder, light enough that he barely moved. "Say something John, do something. Say something!"

He had never been good with words, had never been one to start talking poems and prose and all that nonsense. Their vows had been short and to the point, words meant nothing, action was everything to him. It was what you did meant more than what you said.

So he reached out and grabbed Mary, bringing her into him, and leaning in to kiss her, holding her as close as he could to him.

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