For one glorious moment Mary froze and then melted into his embrace and kiss, pressing up into the kiss as well as her hands came up. He could taste the sulfur on her lips and oddly enough, it wasn't as off putting as he thought it would be.

The next moment she seemed to have come to her senses because her hands pushed him away from her, breaking the kiss and shoving him to the other side of the alleyway.

"What the hell was that?" Mary demanded, eyes still black. "Why the hell did you kiss me right now?"

"Because I wanted to." John said, breathing heavily as he tried to catch his breath. "Because I missed you. Because I don't give a damn about this." he waved his hand around them, gesturing at the three dead bodies on the ground inches away. "Because I want you, demon and all."

"That's all there is, demon, nothing else." Mary half spat him. "And I don't give a damn about anything you just said, you can't just kiss me and pretend that erases everything that you did and everything you put us through."

"Then tell me what to do." John half demanded, half pleaded. "Tell me what I have to do to be with you again.

"And who says that I want to be with you?" Mary asked him, throwing her hands into the air. "Who says that I want to have anything to do with what we had?"

"Because you're still wearing your wedding ring." John told her quietly, lifting his right hand to show his. "Just like I am."

Mary froze at that, looking down at her hand where her ring was. It was a golden band just like his, silver had been traditional but she had requested something else. Another hint that he had missed back then.

"Now either you saved it and put it back on when the boys brought you back to life, or they brought you back to life already wearing it." John said. "Either way, you still have it, you're still wearing it, you still care."

Mary's hand came up to her ring, partly tugging at it as if she was going to take it off. "It doesn't mean anything." she said, staring at it. "Not a damn thing."

"Then take it off."

Mary's fingers curled slightly as she brought it up, moving to keep it in place. She didn't say anything or look away from the ring.

"You kept it, all these years and you've kept it." John continued. "You didn't throw it in hellfire, you didn't pawn it off for money. You. Kept. It."

"Couldn't really pawn it off, it was engraved." Mary spat out at him, turning around so that her back was to him, still playing with the ring.

"Still gold, still a diamond stone setting," that he definitely couldn't have afforded back then but refused to propose without a proper ring. John moved around her to try to face her once more which she stubbornly refused to allow. "Still plenty valuable."

"Oh like you're one to talk about rings and marriage, and all that crap." Mary said, whirling to face him, moving close enough to jab her finger into his chest. "Considering that you did everything but set the hounds of hell after me and the kids."

"I thought you were possessed by demons, I didn't know." John defended. "If you had just told me-"

"Told you what?" Mary demanded, interrupting him. "That I was a demon? When do I tell you that, do tell. Is that after the third date or after we kiss for the first time, cause I read plenty of relationship books and none of them mentioned telling the other that the person in question is a demon." she stared at him for a long time. "Besides, you kept secrets too. You were a hunter."

"Being a hunter and being a demon are two completely different things." John maintained. "Completely different."

Mary just stared at him. "Not from where I'm standing." she said simply.

Her black eyes seemed to shine under the street and moonlight. "You can call yourself a hero, you protect the innocent humans from the supernatural. You can pretend and hem and haw all about it Your hands are just as caked in blood as mine are. The only difference between you and me, is the color of our eyes."

"I tried to help people, you seem to forget that the only reason those beings were brought to my attention was because news was hitting that people were dying." John pointed. "You defend them too?"

"All beings have to eat." Mary shot back. "Not their fault of how they need food. You really want me to cry about some humans? Go to Hell and see for yourself what kind of filth there really is in the world."

"You cannot lump every single human being under the same category, that's like putting everything single monster under the same category." John said. "Like putting you on the same level playing field like a vampire."

"Oh don't you dare put me on the same field as a vampire, that's an insult of the highest order." Mary told him. "I'm a demon, I know that I'm a demon and that goes against every single part of you, but I'm proud of who I am and what I became. I had no choice and so I took the meager bit of power they gave me and I'm proud of it."

"You're getting off topic and you're doing it on purpose." John said. "You've always done that and this time, I'm not letting you." he stepped closer to her. "You feel something towards me, whatever it is its there and it's real and it won't let you take that ring off."

"It's hate."

"Well then kill me." John said simply. "Kill me if you hate me that much, kill me if it'll make you feel better. The boys already threatened me with it, Sams already broke my ribs to make a point." he brought his arms down at his side. "So if one of the three of you are going to kill me, I'd rather it be you."

"You can't make me do anything." Mary said with a snort. "You want to die? You got a gun in your pocket, use it."

"No." John said coming forward and grabbing her hand. Before she could pull away he brought it up and used both of his hands to wrap hers around his throat. "You do it."

For a moment he felt her hand tighten but oddly, he felt no fear. He had meant it, if he was going to die, he'd rather she do it than anyone else.

But then, her hand loosened and she let go of his neck, stepping back away from him.

"The Mary you thought you knew, doesn't exist." she told him. "So it'll be better for you if you just forget about her."

"The Mary I knew is a part of you whether you like it or not." John told her. "And I want to get to know every single last part of you, including the demon."

Mary just stared at him for a long quiet moment before there was a whiff of sulfur and she disappeared.

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