The rain wasn't letting up even the next day and Mary was starting to get cabin fever. She had taken to going out onto the porch that was covered just to get outside for a bit. Dean was mesmerized by watching the rain and the ground slowly fill with water.
He also wanted to go out and play in the water and mud but she kept a firm grip on the back of his shirt to make sure that he didn't run away.
Bobby came out, holding a small tray with three cups. "Made tea for you and hot chocolate for the kid." he said, handing the cups out. "Figured it must be cold out here."
"Thank you." Mary said, carefully helping Dean to wrap his hands around the cup. "Dean?"
"Thank you." he said, smiling widely up at Bobby as he sipped at his hot chocolate. She let go of him enough so that he could sit on the top step of the porch, just staring out and legs swinging out in front of him as he watched the rain fall.
Bobby watched him for a few seconds. "Easy to entertain, huh?"
"He gets into these kind of things like this, especially if we don't have it back in Kansas." Mary told him. "Like rain that lasts for days that rival Noah's arc."
"I already told you, this is normal up here." Bobby said, rolling his eyes. "You midwesterners see one drop of rain and panic."
"We got our guns, that's all we need." Mary said, adopting a slightly southern accent. She took a sip of her drink. "I just want to get moving again."
"Right. Your little road trip to nowhere." Bobby said, shaking his head. "You really don't have a plan on where to go?"
"I have a plan." Mary told him, not wanting to go into details with him. "I do, all I need is my car."
Bobby looked at her for a moment and sighed, looking away. "All I'm saying is, you need a hell of a lot more than a simple plan when it comes to bringing a kid and a soon to be infant with you."
"I have a plan." Mary stressed. "Were you ever able to get in contact with the company for the radiator?"
"Yep. They're not taking a chance to send out a car to deliver it so mails on hold for now." Bobby told her. "So I'm not sure when we're going to get it."
Mary closed her eyes and gripped her cup of tea tightly. Mentally, she tried to figure out how much it would cost to just rent a car to get to Canada. "And there's nothing else you can do for the car?"
"No. A leaking radiator is a ticking time bomb cause you never know when it's gonna just collapse." Bobby said. "Even if I do a wrap there's no telling how long it'll hold."
Mary shook her head. "Fine, we'll wait a bit longer." she said. "But...is there anyway that we can speed it up in the slightest."
Bobby gestured upwards to the sky. "Sure, go ahead and yell at the sky, see where that gets you."
Mary shot him a look but didn't say anything else, just keeping an eye on Dean and drinking in silence.
"So the daddy is a man of letters," Bobby started, making her tense up. "And you're running away from your family too. What happened?"
Taking a deep breath Mary moved her jaw from side to side before she spoke. "It was a secret relationship that we didn't think was going to go anywhere. But things escalated and eventually...it came out. So to calm both sides an agreement came, without my permission, that Dean would become a Man of Letters and this baby would become a hunter."
"And...you don't like that?" Bobby asked.
"I want them to have a normal life. Being a Man of Letters, being a hunter, means that all chances of normalcy goes out the window." Mary said quietly. "But no one seemed to get that. My parents thought that I was mad about Dean being a Man of Letters and not a hunter. And the dad didn't really see a problem with Dean being a Man of Letters. I think the old men in charge were upset that they couldn't get both of the kids."
Mary looked up at Dean who was reaching his hand out in wonder to try to grab the rain drops that were falling from the edge of the roof. "The second that I learned that I was pregnant, I knew that I didn't want the kid to be a hunter, I just wanted for my kids to have a normal life and go to school without bruises or tired because they were up half the night making witch killing bullets."
"Can't say I blame you, if I had a choice in it I wouldn't have wanted to be in this life either." Bobby said quietly. "So now...you're on the run with a kid and one on the way trying to escape your parents and the men of letters, that I've heard have fingers and connections all over the country and world."
"I have-"
"A plan." Bobby finished for her. "Yeah, you've said. But Mary...you're on your own essentially. Not your parents, not the kid's dad, no one."
"I'm aware." Mary said her voice tense.
Bobby stared at her and shook his head once more, clearing his throat. "So how's the pregnancy treating you?"
"Bad." Mary said honestly. "I'm actually on risk of having a miscarriage."
Bobby immediately turned to her completely. "What?"
"Apparently my body is trying to forcibly expel my baby from me six months too early." Mary said. "Had to be in the hospital twice already. I'm told to keep the stress down to a minimum as much as possible."
"And yet...you're doing all of this...now." Bobby said slowly. "When you're supposed to be resting and not...doing this!"
Mary just gave a thin and tight smile. "Yeah I know." she said. "So you can imagine how much I want my car back right now."
"Forget the car, you need to settle somewhere and just wait for that baby to come out." Bobby said, waving his hand around. Dean turned around to look at him and Mary raised an eyebrow, silently warning him to watch what he said.
He took a moment to compose himself. "Mary, as your friend, I suggest that you stop this road trip and...I don't know, just stay and wait!"
"Can't, won't. Car." Mary told him. "Besides, my parents know a lot of my places around the area that I was in and a few out there so I really can't stay for a while."
Bobby stared at her, taking his hat off and running his fingers through his hair. "Then…" he trailed off as he tried to figure out what to say. "You can stay here with me."
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