"Hey, Sam?" John runs into Sam in the hallway that evening"Is there a spare room I can stay in?"
Good thing you asked me, and not Dean Sam thought leading the way. "Here, this one's empty."
"Thank you, son. Good night." John enters the room not having had much eye contact with Sam. He felt embarrassed a lot and a bit angry at the same time.
"Good night, dad."
Mary sighs walking back to her room. She was furious before, but has since calmed down a bit. She could understand John's point of view. Even though it wasn't the right one.
She felt tired having argued with John that morning and avoiding him the rest of the day. She lifts up her blanket to climb in when she finds a single red rose on her pillow. She picks it up, smiling a bit and smells it. Mary wasn't really sure what to think of it, but it still made her let go of some of the anger.
Next morning she wakes up to the smell of roses. She slowly lifts her head and looks around her room. It was filled with all sorts of bouquets, all red roses. But then she felt something. Someone in the bed next to her. She screams making John jump up "What?! What... – he says looking at her confused – where am I?"
"In my room, in my bed!" she screams at him.
"No, I... I went to sleep in another room... What... What is going on?"
"I don't know and I don't care! Get out! Now!"
John goes to leave the bed, but starts looking around "Where... where are my clothes? And what is with all these roses?"
"Just take the sheet and go!"
John clumsily takes the sheet and wraps it around him. He goes for the door, but the door was locked. He pulls the handle a few times and finally yanks at it so had it just came off. John rolls his eyes. He turns to Mary showing her the knob came of. After seeing an angry look on her face, he gulps and starts pounding on the door. Jack opens it from the other side looking confused. John frowns at him "Who are you?"
Jack's face turns into a big smiley face and he puts his hand out to a wave "Hello. I'm Jack."
John gives a kid one confusing look and then runs out of the room. Jack shrugs his shoulders and continues down the hall.
Later that day Mary went in for a shower. She has been training on the boxing bag and felt she managed to let some of her anger out. After she finished, she decided to go for a beer before looking up another possible case. She goes over to the kitchen and finds John sitting at the table having a sandwich.
They exchange looks but say nothing. Mary walks over to the fridge, takes out a beer and goes to leave. As she was about to pass John, suddenly she trips and goes flying. But John catches her right in time, grabbing her waist, unintentionally pulling her towards himself.
For a split second they both gaze into each other's eyes before she says "Let me go."
As if someone took control over him, he immediately loosens his grip, causing Mary to fall flat down. His face turns to horror and shame as he helps her up. "I'm so sorry. I... I don't know what happened..."
She just frowns and demonstratively leaves the room.
John sighs. He didn't understand what was going on. He felt sorry for yelling at her the day before, wondering what she must have been through, waging her every decision though his eyes, but still he couldn't wrap his head around it all.
Benny interrupted his thoughts walking into the kitchen saying "Man, I'm hungry like a wolf!"
Johns face turns to terror hearing this, but Benny smiles and waves his hand off. "Ough, don't worry brother. I'm on a different food regime now." He says taking a banana out of the fridge and nutella out of a cupboard. He dips the banana in the nutella and takes a bite. His face turns to pure happiness as he feels each taste. Then he looks back at John and the confusion on his face and he smiles. "It feels so good."
"So, you're cured? The boys found a way to cure you?"
"Turns out Cass had it in him the whole time."
"Castiel, the angel?"
"He truly is an angel." Benny says taking the whole pack of banana's and the jar of nutella with him as he leaves the kitchen.
Mary was in the garage, packing up to go on a hunt. A possible ghost in a town near. She was packing her bag and weapons in a trunk of an old camero when John walked in the garage.
He was bored and kept wondering around the bunker. When he walked into the garage he didn't see Mary straight away. He stood there in front of two impala's with a frown on his face. He couldn't figure out which was which.
Mary walks up to him and smiles a bit watching him all confused.
"I know the feeling, believe me." Reading into his thoughts. "I had a lot to process when I came back."
John gives her a sympathetic look and says "I'm sorry I wasn't there when you came back. Maybe then all of this would have been easier. If I wasn't so obsessed with killing the Yellow-Eyes..."
"Azazel. His name was Azazel. He was one of princes of Hell. You know the boys took all of them down. All four of them. Some not directly, but still..."
"No matter what, I should be proud of them. But it is hard. Seeing them consorting with the things that we used to hunt..."
Mary gives him a stern look "The world isn't all black and white. The monsters aren't either."
"I know. Benny did save my life a few times in the Purgatory... But still... I just can't wrap my head around it all..."
She smiles thinking You will eventually. She then goes and opens one of the impala doors. The door didn't screech. "Nope, this one's MJ's." She goes and opens the other one. "This is it. This was our car, remember?"
John goes around the other side and looks through the opened back window. He smiles a bit remembering what few happy memories he had with Mary in the back seat of it. Mary smiles too knowing where his mind is going.
The next thing they knew, they were both in the back seat of the car.
But not at their own free will.
They were somehow locked in.