Disclaimer: I used to own supernatural, the boys, the Impala and everything else on the show. But then, the men in white gave me my meds and I had to take them.
Summary: What if Mary had taken Dean's advice?
1983
She could almost hate herself for how easily she'd gotten used to this life again. The constant running from place to place. Working with seedy hunters any sane person would steer clear of. Guess that's the way it was once you gave up on all the pretensions of a normal life.
"This book, I've never seen anything like it."
"Another little gem from the my family library." Mary replied. "Keep it, I got a lot more where that came from."
"Thanks." The young man said, smiling gratefully.
Bobby Singer - an up and coming hunter. Too reckless and too suicidal according to what she had heard. Mary pitied guys like him, guys who'd gotten into the business for revenge. If your wife gets killed by a demon, you thank your stars that you made it out alive and you move on. Because any chances of revenge were slim at best. She known a lot of hunters like him, hunters looking for the elusive creature that killed their loved one and most of them dying without even getting to know what it was. The rest, died bitter and alone.
"Y'know, there ain't many women in this business."
"Don't get sexist on me Singer." Mary replied. "I've been doing this a lot longer than you."
"And better than me to boot." Bobby replied. "What I'm saying is, most hunters out there, they won't trust a girl to have their back. And hunting alone is just plain suicidal. Why don't you find yourself a crew you can trust?"
"I hunted with my family for some time." Mary said, thoughtfully. "Didn't work out."
"So find someone else."
She probably wouldn't be around for that long, Mary thought. The ten-year mark was fast approaching and she had no idea what the demon had in store for her.
"You offering?" Mary asked, jokingly.
"Nah. I'm good with Rufus and his wife." Bobby replied. "No, I met this couple a while back. They were looking for some hunters to help them out. They're good but still need someone more experienced to show them the ropes."
"I'll think about it." If I live that long. "Who are they?"
"Bill and Ellen Harvelle. They are good people. You should check them out."
Two days later, Mary woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. She didn't know what it was, but as she looked around, she thought she saw a flash of yellow and the shadow of a man disappearing from her room. Had she been anyone else, she'd have chalked it up to a dream. Then next morning she called up Bill and Ellen Harvelle.