Mary Campbell

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  "—-I don’t want to cause you any trouble." Even though Sam wanted to get to know his mother, to actually meet her and hold one memory of her that wasn’t involved in her horrific death. Flashing the younger version of Mary Winchester a trembled grin, he tried to come up with an excuse of why she couldn’t help him. "To be honest? I don’t really have somewhere to go right now…."

"Oh." Mary said simply, not sure what else to say. There wasn't a motel in town and the next town over was ages away. She could always let him stay in her spare room. However, her parent's had specifically told her not to let any stranger's in the house. Although, it wasn't the first time she'd ignored their rules and she always wanted to help as best she could. "I have a spare room, but there aren't any motel's until the next town over."

  "And of course you don’t believe me." He groaned.

"What did you expect?"

  Dean nodded his head, hearing the sounds from within the house before looking toward the woman in front of him once more. His mom. That was who she reminded him of. And, by the sounds of it, was. He didn’t comment, though, and listened to her  request, “I’m used to crazy,” Dean said with a smile on his face, “What do you need from me?”

"Well, d'you know how to fire a gun?" she asked, biting her lower lip. This must sounded so strange to him, he'd probably leave in a few moments thinking she was crazy, but she figure it was worth a shot asking him for help. She did need it after all. 

"That’s a matter of opinion." she muttered under her breath, just loud enough for him to hear.

He sighed, he didn’t know how she’d react if he told her,  but it was worth a shot. “I’m an Angel, Mary. It’s my job to protect humans.”

"--An angel, like -- from the Bible?" she asked, her brow furrowing in confusion and disbelief. "Sure you are."

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  She wasn’t expecting this. The young blonde was certain the woman who opened the door was Mary Winchester, well a younger version. “Yeah, uh, m’car broke down a few miles back. I was wonderin’ if I could use your phone?” She lied.

"Oh, yeah sure. Come on in." Mary replied, offering the other a small smile. She stepped to the side and pulled the door wide open so that the stranger could come inside. "There's a mechanic who lives just down the street y'know and -- " she added, her voice trailing off as she disappeared in to the other room to find the phone.