They ended up calling an ambulance for Mary and the baby, her condition was such that if something like this happened, she was to be taken to the hospital immediately.
Mary stared up at the ceiling, listening to the machines once more, she was too familiar with the whole thing now. All the patches that were attached to her and to her stomach, the beeping of the machines, everything about it was too familiar and drove her insane.
It was her fault that she was in this position again, that her baby was in this position again.
She wasn't a good mother, she can't keep Dean safe from the supernatural, can't keep him from the Men of Letters. She can't keep the baby in her belly without hurting him and this whole thing was hurting him.
She wasn't a good mother but she still had to try. She had to try something, anything to keep her sons away from this.
There had to be something that she could do, the Letters weren't all knowing as they claimed to be. They weren't all powerful as they thought they were.
Mary turned her head to look at the machines, trying to make heads or tails of what they were saying. She could hear John and her parents, and no doubt his parents, in the hallway talking to doctors in hushed tones.
She just needed to make sure that Sammy was okay, after that she could take any other step that was necessary.
She just needed to figure out what to do.
Breathing out evenly she slowly moved to sit up, pausing every few inches until she was sitting up completely. Leaning back into her pillow she looked up when the door opened and her mom came in.
"Hey." Deanna said, relief clear in her voice and face that faded quickly when she saw the look on Mary's face. She glanced back behind her and closed the door, crossing the room to sit with her, taking Mary's hand in hers. "What's wrong?"
Mary swallowed hard. "I can't do this." she whispered, feeling that her hands were clammy and shaking. "I can't do it."
"Sweetie, I know it's hard and I know it's scary, but you can do this." Deanna assured her. "Six months is not as long as you think it is, the time will fly by and Sammy will be here soon enough."
Mary shook her head. "That's not what I mean." she said. "I mean this whole Letters thing. The hunting thing. I-" her voice cracked and broke before she pushed on. "I don't want them to have anything to do with the supernatural. I don't want my sons to deal with this. I want them to be normal."
Deanna sighed, rubbing at her hand. "I know it's not ideal for Dean to become a letter," she said. "But it's not a bad thing either. And Sammy being a hunter, that's just continuing the tradition."
"But I don't want to continue that tradition." Mary told her. She could feel her chest tighten and her eyes water, anger filling her enough to make her hands shake even worse. "Mom don't you remember when I was a kid? You guys handed me a gun when I was five, I was learning how to make weapons when I was six. That's not normal."
"It's not normal because hunting is not the norm for people, but it is for us." Deanna said, shaking her head. "Mary, it's not ideal but it's something that needs to be done. I'm sorry, and I did try to protect you from the worst of it, but in the end. This is what we do. This is what Campbells do."
Mary just stared at her mother for a moment and then looked away, pulling her hand away from her. "Mind getting the doctor? I want to know that everything's fine."
"It is, we've already spoken to him." Deanna told her, trying to take her hand again. Mary pulled the blanket up instead to hide her hands under it. "You'll be released soon and be able to go back home."
"Good." Mary said, leaning back to lay down on the bed. "Can I just...be alone for a bit?"
"Of course." Deanna said, getting up and leaning over to kiss her forehead. "Mary, I know it's hard, but it's not as bad as you think sweetie. Trust me."
She didn't say anything.
The moment Deanna left the room Mary sat up again, reaching for the phone on the table next to her. She dialed a number she hasn't dialed in a while and waited with bated breath.
"Hello?"
"Hey Ellen." she said, looking down at her stomach and touching it gently. "It's Mary Campbell."
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