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[momchester]

Hi, this is Mary Winchester. I can't come to the phone right now, so leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you just as soon as I can. Thanks!

[Pause.]

...Beep.

[Yes, she said the word "beep." Don't sass.]

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[momchester]

You close yourself off. [There's no illusion of happiness on her face- just concern.] You both do, but you especially.

[Softly:]

I know where you've been, Dean. I understand if you don't want to talk about it, but you don't have to pretend that everything's fine.

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[wearinandtearin.livejournal.com]

[Where he's been... He draws himself up when he realizes what she's talking about and just looks at her shoulder again. Then he pulls his hand out from under hers without really thinking about it.]

... Who told you?

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[momchester]

[Just like that, she draws back just a little, expression smoothing over slightly.]

Lucifer.

...Sam confirmed it.

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[wearinandtearin.livejournal.com]

Lucifer. You're having conversations with Lucifer?

[He can't help that tone. And he might just be focusing in on little facts and distracting details to avoid the topic at hand. Not to mention, his mother talked to the devil.]

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[momchester]

He's having conversations with me.

[A liiiittle anger in the tone here. And a little fragility. Or a lot.]

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[wearinandtearin.livejournal.com]

[He calms down a bit and looks at her with concern now, pursing his lips a little and then he runs a hand over his face.]

Sorry. [This is a lot to take in.]

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[momchester]

It's okay, Dean.

[It's not. Not even close. But that's not important right now- what matters is Dean. She starts to reach out to him, but stops.]

You made a deal.

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[wearinandtearin.livejournal.com]

[He shifts his gaze away, knowing that it's not okay, but doesn't say anything. He notices out of the corner of his eye that she stops herself from reaching to him and he closes his eyes wearily at her words. Then a slow nod and he looks back at her.]

Yeah.

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[momchester]

Dean.

[It's gentle, cautious. In their world, making a deal is the worst, most idiotic thing a person can do. Selling yourself to a demon? Unforgivable. The stupidity that lives in legend. That's how it is, to them and their people. Mary has seen enough of love and hate to know that sometimes, though, the price seems worth it.]

So did I. You don't have to be ashamed.

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[wearinandtearin.livejournal.com]

[Her gentle tone tears at him because of all the things to be ashamed of, that's low on his list. After a moment, he just nods again, averting his eyes.]

How much do you know about it? [The deal, Hell, everything.]

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[momchester]

It was to bring Sam back.

I don't know much else. But... you obviously didn't get ten years.

[There's some curiosity, but she suppresses it the best she can.]