Samuel sighed as he rubbed at his eyes, he was tired and it was well past midnight. Tomorrow morning he was going to meet with Henry Winchester and his son John to bring him to his home and teach him in less than a month how to properly be a hunter.
He never understood this part of the letters trainings, you either were a hunter or you weren't, there was no in between. They had their side, the letters had theirs, there wasn't really a point in crossing over between the two of them.
He knew that across the ocean the British division of the men of letters worked with hunters, in a weird almost mind controlling kind of way, but here in America, it just wasn't done.
But it was going to work in their favor, having the letters, and a high ranking one like Winchester, owe him a favor meant good things for them.
And he knew exactly what he wanted from that favor.
He just needed to figure out a way to bring it to his family's attention without one of the girls picking up a rifle and ensuring that Dean was the only last hope to continue the male Campbell line.
Or at the very least Mary would refuse to name the second child after him, she had promised him that and he wanted his little namesake to keep that name.
"You really should go to sleep." came Deanna's voice. She handed him a glass of water in one hand and a few pills in the other. He accepted both with a nod of thanks, throwing the pills in and swallowing them with a single sip of water.
The pills worried Mary at some point but now she had accepted them. He wasn't as young anymore, and hopefully he had more than a couple decades left, but hunting also didn't give a good lifestyle for his health, leading to the pills.
"Yeah I should." Samuel agreed, reaching up to take her hand in his. "And so should you."
Deanna shot him a slightly mischievous look that reminded him of Mary. "You know I can't sleep in the bed without you." she teased. "What's on your mind?"
"What's always on my mind, Mary." Samuel sighed, both of them slowly going towards their room. "I'm worried sick about her."
"Me too. But she's stubborn and she doesn't want help, she wants to do everything herself." Deanna said softly, looking at their nightstand where a picture of Mary and Dean were, softening slightly. "Even when we're more than willing to help her."
"Yeah." Samuel said softly, squeezing her hand before he let go so he could change into his sleeping clothes. "But...I have an idea." he narrowed his eyes when he saw his wife's face at that. "Oh stop that, I have a good ideas."
"Sometimes." Deanna agreed good naturedly. "But pray tell husband dearest, what is your grand idea now?"
Samuel resisted the urge to throw a pillow at her, they were too old for such shenanigans now but at the same time...it was slightly tempting. "It's...a bit roundabout of a way to help," he admitted. "But do you remember John Winchester?"
"Not that much, just that he's Henry's son and in training to be initiated." Deanna said with a shrug, sitting on the edge of the bed. "What about him?"
"Well, he's a handsome man and from what Henry has told me very bright." Samuel said, trying to choose his words carefully. "And despite what they think as teenagers anyone could see that Mary and John were flirting with one another."
"They both thought they were so discreet." Deanna mused fondly, a smile on her face.
"So that means that they liked each other enough to flirt." Samuel continued, nodding. "And from what I've heard, he's not seeing anyone at the moment."
Deanna suddenly looked guarded, staring at him. "Where are you going with this?"
Samuel took a deep breath and decided to just take the plunge. "I'm going to ask Henry to arrange for his son to try to court or whatever it is they do with Mary."
Deanna was silent for a few moments. "I'm sure that Henry just thought you were going to ask for entry into their bunker." she finally said.
"This does give us a roundabout way to get into the bunker, they allow spouses and of course children into there." Samuel agreed, laying down on the bed and turning onto his side to look at her. "But mainly, it gives Mary the possibility of a secure husband, help, and Dean a father figure in the slightest."
"I thought you were planning to be Dean's father figure." Deanna said raising an eyebrow at him, pressing into the pillow as she stared at him. "A marriage between our little girl and a man of letters."
"We both know that Mary doesn't want Dean to hunt." Samuel said with a sigh. "This way he'll be safe and protected but not out completely. Not our bloodline."
His wife rolled her eyes at that. "Now you just sound like the letters." she told him, contemplating a few things. "How do you think Marys going to react?"
"Probably the same way she reacted to when I was trying to get her to go with Bobby Singer." Samuel said. "Which I'm surprised she went on a date at all."
"Me too." Deanna sighed, shaking her head and turning onto her back. "Henry might say no."
"So he'll say no, it's the worst he can do." Samuel said with a shrug, turning his light off. "It's just something to consider, before I die, I want to know that my little girl and the little ones are taken care of. The letters are shoddy but they have money, protection, and safety."
Deanna hummed at that, moving closer to him in the dark. "When are you going to bring this up?"
"I want to see John first, get a reading on his character. He might be a piece of shit and then I'll ask for something else from Henry." Samuel said, reaching out to wrap his arms around her. "After that I'll wait until after he's gone back to the letters to call Henry."
"Mary's situation kinda...works against her here." Deanna said, choosing her words carefully. "She's an unmarried woman with a child and pregnant with a second child, "
"At the very least, it's something to possibly consider."
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