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It felt like a dream.

A frightening, horrible dream that was similar to her recurring nightmare of Dean wandering off in the grocery store. Only moments ago she had pushed herself out of bed to check on Sam after hearing noises coming from his room through his baby monitor. She'd started down the hall, barely conscious enough to make out John's form over her son's crib, and then found him sleeping with the television on in the living room.

Her little boy needed her, but she wasn't there. She didn't know where she was, or how to get out. It had to be a dream. Places like this didn't exist. Cold metal rooms with God only knew what on the ceiling. John watched movies with things like this in them. She hoped that had triggered this, because if it wasn't her imagination, she had to get back home to Sam. He needed her to protect him.

"What on earth..." Mary noticed the bracelet on her wrist and touched it carefully, finding no way to remove it. Then she found a small device on the pedestal next to her and picked it up, studying it. She'd never seen anything like it. When she held the tablet close to her opposite wrist, she watched it attach to the bracelet.

She pressed a few buttons before realizing she had no idea what she was doing, and started down the stairs.

"Hello?" She started walking a little faster. It didn't feel like a dream anymore. Everything was foreign, but it seemed more and more real as she moved through the room. Almost too real, like she'd just walked into some kind of trap. "Hello?" Mary tried again, hoping that she wasn't the only person around. If she could just get back to her family, everything would be okay.

There had to be a way out, and she was going to find it.

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Toby rolls his eyes somewhat, wondering how Dean manages to function in society, even though he knows why he's holding back. Toby knows he has an answer for her question, at least, because he realises he's a complete stranger to Mary aside from being her son's friend.

"I'm a paramedic, from Toronto. Been here about... four months."

Mary turns to stare at Toby, a little disappointed that he's been in the city for so long. "That's a long time to be away from home," she comments, letting Dean lead her wherever they need to be going. "The two of you look like you've been in a fight. Is it safe to assume that you weren't fighting each other?" She could see Toby backing Dean up faster than she could see him slugging her son.

Dean glances at Toby. Wow. Only four months? It seems like so much longer. In fact, it takes a moment for him to remember how long he's been here; seven months? So much has happened.

Pause for Mary's question. Oops. Dean has a few bruises left over from various things, including Cassie, and Toby was still pretty scratched up.

"Nah, we weren't. See, there's this thing that happens here," Dean starts to explain, stopping them in front of a hatch. "We've been calling 'em glitches. They do weird things, like turning people into monsters, things like that. Friend of mine went psycho the other night, mauled a few people."

That might be a glance to Toby and a look of irritation that flashes across his face. He also hadn't told Toby he'd found Cassie. No bad injuries, really, but.

Toby leans against the wall by the hatch, just in time for Dean to finish his explanation. Toby hadn't forgot about telling Dean to tell him if he'd been hurt by Cassie, although the look he gives him at that is somewhat indescernible. They'll talk later. Maybe. Since Dean isn't exactly dying.

"Doesn't happen that often, though." Shift, shift. "Oh, for these things - you put your hand on and think about what you want. Sounds crazy, and it kinda is, but..."

"The one with the bracelet on it?" Mary reaches out, not waiting for an answer. She looks at the hatch as if she expects it to bite her, but thinks up the outfit she was wearing earlier in the day. When she takes the clothes out of the hatch, she is surprised to see them, in spite of what the boys have been saying. "Sounds crazy, gets results," she summarizes.

"And you make friends with women who maul you," she states, more as a complaint than anything else. She'd like it if he stayed away from psychotic girls. "This is some city."

Dean was halfway expecting Toby to give him one of those looks he's so famous for, but there's nothing exactly Mom-ish about Toby's expression. Dean is surprised.

Either way, he watches as Mary summon up the clothes, grinning a bit. It's always fun to see the newcomers go 'wtf' over the hatches.

"She wasn't mauling people before," Dean protests. "Cassie's not a bad chick. And not all the girls I know maul things."

Only about half of them maul things. It's not a complete lie.

Toby's kind of quietly amused by the whole mom/son exchange, and it almost makes him forget about what really happened. It also makes him a little bit jealous, but there's no way he's telling Dean that. Besides, he tells himself, he'll find his mom one day.

"If it helps, he's been mauled a lot less in the last... four months?" Glaaance, smirk. As much as it irritates Dean, safety-Toby promotes anti-mauling behaviour.

Edited 2009-10-12 04:39 (UTC)

Mary doesn't like the defense that not all of the girls he knows maul things. It makes her wonder how many girls he knows, and how many of them maul things regularly, but she hasn't been around long enough to start interrogating him about his friendships. She can see that he has at least one good friend here, which is nice. God knows he probably needs it.

"I'll take that." She smiles to Toby, and holds up her clothes. "Now all I need is a place to change." And her family the way she knew it a little while ago. One thing at a time.

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