"As well as Mary’s relationship with Ketch… which is also based on a lack of understanding of who he really is. “ What about Ketch saying that when he first saw Mary, he thought “I’ll end up shooting this one.”
In the same conversation where Mary said this:
Mary: So you and Mick… longtime friends? Ketch: More…survivors than friends. We were in school together. Mary: Ah. Major in murder, minor in mayhem?
Do… do you think she meant this literally? I mean, it’s supposed to be ironic, because WE know that yes, Kendricks seemed to take murder and mayhem VERY SERIOUSLY, but Mary was MAKING A JOKE here.
She didn’t know that one of Kendricks’ requirements for advancement was LITERALLY TO MURDER YOUR CHUM.
Ketch: Well, that was unexpected. But invigorating. I must say, when I first met you, I didn’t see this coming. My thought at the time was, I’ll end up shooting this one. Hmm. Life is full of surprises. Mary: Ketch. Ketch: Yes? Mary: You’re not…reading anything into this. Ketch: Like? Mary: Like… it means anything. Ketch: Oh. It… You really needn’t worry. I… Truth is, I’m not… built for that. And I suspect you aren’t either.
I think she truly didn’t understand how literal he was being here. Not to mention Mary’s initial interaction with the MoL involved the very real threat of death from the MoL toward the Winchesters and vice versa… I mean, it’s true. They did start out in a rather antagonistic fashion. I seriously do not think she gets that the whole “I’ll end up shooting this one” still isn’t off the table. Because she worries that he’s actually reading feelings into their encounter here.
“Wow, I know we didn’t spend a lot of time together back when we met, but your tact is all coming back to me now,” you said with a laugh, situating your phone between your shoulder and your ear.
“Is that a yes?” Dean asked.
“Yeah, the thing is–”
“We saved your ass,” Dean interjected, and you heard Sam say his name in the background, reprimanding. You took a breath, fighting the urge to both laugh and roll your eyes.
“There’s that tact again,” you said. “No, the thing is, you did save my ass and I stand by saying I owe you one. I’m just wondering why you’re calling it in on this. Seems like something you two could handle on your own.”
There was silence on the other end for a bit, long enough that you pulled your phone away to make sure you were still connected.
“Y/N?” Sam’s voice finally came through.
“Sam?” you replied with a smile.
“You’re right; we probably could handle this on our own,” he said.
“What the hell, man?” Dean asked.
“But,” Sam continued louder, ignoring Dean, “I think we were both just hoping to work with you again. It’s not that often to find other hunters we can trust. Or who we like.”
You chewed your lip, letting them sit in the silence this time.
“I guess I don’t have much else going on right now,” you finally said, unconcerned at the smile they probably heard in your voice. “Maybe this time I can save you two.”
HERE IT IS! The often requested and long-awaited sequel to my fic Hunter. If you haven’t read the first part, make sure you read it before you read this! I was quite nervous about writing a sequel to Hunter, as that fic is nice and steamy, so I hope this does it justice. There’s some nervousness, smut, fluff, and cute Sam-Dean banter toward the end. I hope you all enjoy!
Summary: Your semi-regular phone call with a sex hotline brings you to meet a very attractive stranger.
warnings: smutty smut, some fluff, and some cuteness
word count: ~4800 (you asked for it!)
From the previous part:
You were standing
face-to-face with the Adonis from earlier, the one who had started the whole
fantasy you and Hunter had. Like you had
been hoping, he was only wearing jeans, bare torso directly in front of your
face. Unable to control yourself, your
eyes roamed his muscles, admiring the sheen of sweat that covered his pecs and
“Um,” he spoke, the
familiar rumbling baritone sound sending jolts between your legs. Your eyes snapped back up to his, a beautiful
mixture of green and hazel swirling in front of you. “Can I help you?”
You swallowed deeply,
and he looked at you with curiosity.
A widening of eyes and
sharp intake of breath confirmed your wildest dreams.
I’m horrified that Mary didn’t hand over what she’d stolen to save Cas’s life. Somehow, she does believe that the MoL are still trying to do good here, and she’s convince their system works. She said as much to Wally while they were on their stakeout.
BUT. She also is unaware that her boys have a LONG history with the Colt, and that it had been the weapon that Dean had used to kill another Prince of Hell back in 2.22.
(not to mention the fact that he’d used it to kill the phoenix in 6.18, since this episode literally used the same musical cue from their gunfight when Ramiel pulled out his stopwatch)
And now the nasty old BMoL are in possession of arguably one of the most dangerous weapons in the world. The fact that Mary doesn’t get its full history, and the ties to her family’s history and would just ~hand it over~ to Ketch… I’m extremely dubious here.
Hopefully Ketch doesn’t know how to make the bullets for it. Far as I know Sam and Dean are the only ones left who DO know how, since Ruby and Bobby are dead.
But I think Mary’s not quite so confident that the MoL are really in the right here now…
And unlike Cas in s6, her partnership with the MoL isn’t hinging on her need to stop the war in Heaven or another apocalypse. Hopefully she’ll come clean before she goes too far…
The fact she brought in Wally as an excuse to get Sam and Dean’s help on this “case” so they “wouldn’t ask the wrong questions” made me VERY CONCERNED about the lengths she’ll go to… And nearly letting Cas DIE rather than hand the Colt back to Remiel… well, the fact she referred to him as one of her sons at the end of the episode makes me think she’s reconsidering that act, as well.