Mary looked two seconds away from grabbing Dean and bolting right there, the only thing stopping her was how tightly she was grabbing the back of the chair.
She also looked two seconds away from picking the chair up and throwing it at him. He shifted from side to side, ready to bolt to the other room if she tried that.
Breathing out slowly Mary slowly loosened her grip on the chair, moving instead to sit down in it instead. She bowed her head until she could wrap her hands around it, he could see her breathing in deeply.
"They want Dean to become a Man of Letters." she said, her voice slightly muffled. "And this one to be a hunter."
"That's basically it." John said quietly, sitting in the other chair and scooting closer to her. He wanted to take her hand but settled for just placing his hand on her leg. "And because they now know about the kids...they're not going to be willing to change their minds, at least with Dean."
He felt her flinch at that and he couldn't blame her, Dean was napping in his room and he had glanced in on him when he had come over. The sight of their little boy, curled around his stuffed cat and deep asleep, the thought of training him to become a Man of Letters…
He didn't like what his mind painted for him.
"It's safe." John said softly, rubbing at her leg as best as he could. "The worst thing that we do at times is go to certain locations that require translations or warding or something like that. Dean will be safe."
"And what about the other one?" Mary whispered, bringing her head up to look at him. "All this means that the second one is definitely a hunter. I don't want that for them."
"They just have to be in the hunting world, it doesn't mean that they have to hunt." John said, already having thought of that. "They don't have to actually hunt just...be aware of it and participate in it."
"I don't think that'll be enough." Mary whispered, rubbing her eyes and then her cheeks. John got up long enough to just get her a glass of water which she accepted with a grateful nod. Sipping at it slowly she rubbed at her stomach, lost in thought.
"It doesn't matter." she said quietly. "We don't have a choice in this, not if we don't want to face any kind of repercussions."
She looked towards the direction of Dean's room once more, taking a deep breath.
"Alright, so Dean becomes a Man of Letters." she said, her entire body shuddered at that. "What and when does it happen?"
"Usually around five or six the lessons start." John said, remembering his own childhood. "At first it's nothing that big, mostly Latin lessons and multiple religious teachings. Every year more and more things are added, like exorcisms and spellwork. Once he reaches about twelve or thirteen, that's when it goes to lore and supernatural. We learn about the monsters out there and how to kill them."
He could hear Mary mutter something under her breath at that but couldn't make it out. She shook her head and drank the rest of the water. Leaning back in her chair, she placed her hand on her stomach, John couldn't help but copy her, just touching the small bump.
"How do you feel?" he asked, his thumb rubbing against her stomach.
"Tired, back still kinda hurts." she told him quietly. "And now, worried to all hell."
"You don't need to be worried, nothing is going to be happening today or tomorrow." John told her. "We have time to figure everything out. Just...please relax for now."
Mary nodded, entwined their fingers together over the small bump. "I'll try." she said, holding onto him tightly. "I just want things to be okay with all of us."
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