An hour after John had left, she had been watching the clock on her nightstand for lack of anything else, Mary then sat up, gently putting Dean down onto the bed completely.

She didn't have faith, that was the problem. She had no faith in that stupid council that John was going to speak to. They didn't want to deal with her, they didn't want to give her anything. The fact that she was demanding this wasn't going to work in their favor, she was sure they already hated her without meeting her, and just out of spite wouldn't agree to anything she wanted.

John could think whatever he wanted about her thoughts about the Letters and everything else, she knew that they held their own reservations and stereotypes about her and the other hunters out there.

Mary went into the kitchen, just staring at everything around her. Despite what they said, her parents weren't able to help her with this, they didn't like it but at the same time they weren't going to fight it. In fact they wished that both Dean and Sammy would be hunters, not just Sammy. They were disappointed that Dean was going to be a Letter and not a hunter.

She went to the refrigerator and took out a box of leftover pasta, eating it cold just to have something in her stomach. Once she was done she threw out the box and took a deep breath.

She had to prepare for anything at this point.

Going to the hallway closet she took out two pieces of luggage, leaving one in the hallway and taking the other to Dean's room. Slowly she started to pack away clothes and certain toys that Dean wouldn't miss for the next few days. The other things she could pack a quick bag for.

This is why she had called Ellen, she had started a small hideaway for her to get out if necessary. Ellen and her boyfriend Bill lived together in Nebraska. She could easily get to them, regroup herself, and then continue north to Canada, through South and North Dakota. She knew that the Men of Letters had hideaways all over the United States and as such, she couldn't remain there.

But Canada was a different story. The only Letters that were there were further north in the cold and they wouldn't touch her. She could claim some sort of reason to stay in Canada and have a life there for her and for Sammy.

She'd deal with it if it came to it. For now, she was just preparing for the need to quickly move in the middle of the night to start driving.

She'd never see her parents again most likely, and she'd never see John. Or at least until the boys were grown up and couldn't be forced to do anything that they didn't want to. It was going to be a lonely time but she could do it. For her boys, she could do anything.

A part of her wished that she could take John with her at least, that he would listen and work with her, but at the same time she knew, that he wasn't going to be willing.

He could say what he wanted, he was happy with the outcome. He was happy with Dean becoming a Man of Letters and the fact that he could be with his son and continue his legacy. She couldn't blame him for that, she did understand, but at the same time, she wasn't going to sacrifice Dean to this in any way.

Once she had finished putting his things into the luggage she put it into his closet, turning to look at the crib they had made for the baby. Was she going to be able to take it with her or was she going to need to get a different one?

Shaking her head she left and grabbed the second luggage, going into her room. After checking to make sure that Dean was still asleep she started to put her own things into it, making sure to rummage through all her drawers.

Once she was down she put the luggage in her closet, reaching down to grab her duffel bag that held all her weapons and placed it on top of the luggage. She stared at the two for a long moment before she swallowed hard and closed the door.

She had told Ellen everything, about John, about Dean, about the Letters, and everything in between. Her old friend had cursed at her for not keeping her in the loop for so long but immediately offered her home and whatever services she had to help.

Ellen was many things, crass and blunt and at times she had no problem slapping people around to get her point across. But she also had a heart of gold and once she was done yelling at someone, she'd move mountains to help them in anyway possible.

She knew that she could count on her when her chips were down.

But for now, all she could do is wait for John to come back and tell her whether or not the Letters would listen. All she could do is prepare for either outcome, either they said yes or they said no. She hoped that they would say yes, that she could stay here with John and their parents and be together.

But she was also prepared for them to say no and after that, she will immediately spring to action.

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