It's been half a year since Mary went to hell with Lucifer, Michael, and Adam. Now she's back and doesn't remember anything from Hell, but things are different. From Kara hiding ice powers, to Sam not having a soul. Mary sees nothing is the same.
Mary's POV We were at Bobby's while he mourned Rufus. "Say something." I whispered to my brothers. "No. One of you." Dean said. "No. One of you." Sam whispered. We played Rock Paper Scissors and Sam lost. "You three just gonna stand there like the ugly girl at the prom, or you gonna pitch in? This so-called Eve, mother of whatever, ain't gonna gank herself. What's wrong with you three?" Bobby said. "Bobby, you haven't slept in days." Dean said. "I sleep. What are you, my wife now?" Bobby said. "No, but I know who will be mad." Ricky said jogging downstairs. "I'm just saying that, you know, taking five might be a good thing." Sam said. "For whom?" Bobby asked. "Look, Bobby, it was – it was tough for all of us, seeing Rufus go like that." I said to him. "You think this—? This ain't about Rufus." Bobby said. "Bobby, he wasn't just a poker buddy." Ma said. "You know when I knew Rufus was done for? The day I met him. The only question was, who first – him or me? Now, you want to stand there and therapise, or you want to get me some coffee? Make it Irish." Bobby said. "Sure thing I got nothing else better to do." Ricky said. I followed my friend. "Well, he's doing fantastic." I said to Ricky. "Yeah, this isn't about Rufus at all." Ricky said. "Well, what do you want to do? I mean, we can't just sit here and watch him poop out his liver." I said. "Well, we could get him out of the house. There's a job." Dean said. "Really? What've you got?" I asked my brother. Sam pulled a newspaper clipping out of his jacket pocket. "Look. Chester, Pennsylvania. Three people got kicked off in the last week, all freaky. Last guy got karate-chopped by his garage door. And these are all blood relatives." Sam said. "What are you thinking, family curse?" I asked. "Could be." Sam said. "Hey, grumpy – You, uh...?" Dean trailed off. "I don't want to do crap. Leave me alone. Just, get out of my house, three of you. You're driving me nuts." Bobby said. "Bobby." I said. "Now! For the love of Pete." Bobby said. We walked out and got in Ricky's 2002 Mustang he got for finishing high school.
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I got in next to him. "You know, maybe we should wait 'til she gets back." I said. "Mae, she just called from the road, said she'd be here in two shakes. You really want to sit around and smell him stew in his juices?" Ricky said. "Yeah you talk to Jo in a while?" I asked. "Yeah, she is enjoying starting to hunt with Kara and taking Sammi since we got her back." Ricky said. "Yeah Reece and Evelyn are also enjoying it." I said to my friend. "Yeah." Ricky said. We were at the garage and looking for something. "Not a bleep." Dean said seeing nothing come on the EMF meter. "Well, not a vengeful spirit, then. So what is it?" Sam said. "Huh." I said seeing gold on the ground. "Whatcha got? What is that, Christmas tinsel?" Ricky said. "I don't know I think it might be gold." I said. Sam rubbed it on a flower pot it leaving a mark. "It's gold." Sam said. "You mean, like, gold gold?" Ricky said. "Why would a handyman have gold just lying around in his garage?" Dean asked. "I don't know. There is definitely a skeleton in this family's closet. I mean, accidents don't just happen accidentally. You know what I mean." I said after the three boys gave me odd looks. "All right. How about I'll go check family records, you go with next of kin?" Sam said. "Yeah." Dean said. "Ricky and Mae food." Sam said. "On it." We both said and left getting in Ricky's car. We were eating McDonalds in Ricky's car and Sam was calling, I answered. "Hey." Sam said. "Hey." Dean said. "Find anything?" I asked them. "Uh, one asshat in a shiny suit. Sam?" Dean asked. "Not much. Great grandparents born in Calabria. Emigrated 1912. Been here ever since." Sam said. "What, no severed horse head?" Ricky asked. "Ha. Four generations of picket fence." Sam said. "If these people are the Waltons, then why the hell are they dying?" I asked. "That's the million dollar question." Sam said. Someone else was killed but we had to break in during the middle of the night. I was looking around. "Anne Witting. You sure she's not a Russo, a second cousin twice removed or something?" Dean said. "No, I checked the records twice. She's not related." Sam said. "Well, if this isn't a family curse, then what the hell is it?" Ricky asked my brother. "You got me. I got nothing." Sam said looking through papers. I noticed something shiny, I looked closer and saw gold. "Hold on. Not nothing." I said showing the gold. We were back at the motel and I was on the phone with Ellen. "So, we found another piece of this, I don't know, shiny string it's like gold." I said. "Oh, I was afraid of that." Ellen said. "Why? What's up?" I asked. "Oh, these so-called accidents – we're seeing 'em nationwide. About 75 so far. I got Jo and her crew working on a cluster in California." Ellen said. "Blood relatives?" I asked. "Some yeah, some no. She's got about what you do – pile of bodies and a whole bunch of gold thread." Ellen said. "So what's it mean?" I asked. "I don't know. I got Bobby working on it right now." Ellen said. "How's he doing, by the way?" I asked the woman. "Oh, don't worry. I'm kicking his ass back to health and happiness." Ellen said. "Who asked you to? To hell with you." I heard Bobby say. "Would rather it be me?" Ma asked. "I heard that." I said chuckling. "He'll be okay." Ellen said. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Aw, honey, you're sweet. You know me. I just worry about you kids." Ellen said. "Yeah, well. All right, so, all these corpses, anything relate 'em?" I said. "Well, actually, I did dig up one thing. I just don't know what to make of it." Ellen said. "Hit me." I said. "Well, it's a weird one, and it was buried pretty deep, but Bobby and me were combing through the family trees on all the victims, and we started seeing, well, the families all came over to America the same year." Ellen said. "Hmm." I hummed. "Yeah. 1912. But here's the real weird part. They all came over on the same boat." Ellen said, okay that's odd. "Really?" I asked confused about that. "Yep." Ellen said. "All right, so what's so special about the boat?" I asked. "Nothing. It was a boat. It did what boats do." Ellen said. "What was it called?" I asked, getting paper and a pen. "The Titanic. Did you ever hear of it?" Ellen asked. "No, but it sounds familiar." I said. "Yeah, I've never heard of it. I'll keep digging." Ellen said. "All right." I said hanging up on her. "So what you got?" Ricky asked. "Does the name Titanic ring a bell in any of your heads?" I asked the boys. "Titanic? No." Dean said. Sam looked at his laptop. "The RMS Titanic was the largest passenger steamship in the world when it made its maiden voyage across the North Atlantic in 1912." Sam said. "So what's the big friggin' deal? It's a ship. It sailed." Ricky said. "Yeah, I don't know. Um... Oh, looks like there was a close call. Ship almost hit an iceberg." Sam said. "Almost? So?" I asked. "So, uh, looks like the first mate spotted it just in time." Sam said. "Good for him. There anything else?" Dean said. "Wait a second." Sam said holding up a finger. "What Grumpy Moose?" Ricky asked him. "Uh, this first mate. Mr I.P. Freeley." Sam said looking at us. "Well, that's not suspicious. You got a picture of old Freeley?" I asked. "Oh, you got to be kidding me." Sam said seeing the picture. "Let's see." Dean said. "Balthazar." I said seeing the photo of the angel. Ricky summoned Balthazar. "Boys and girl. Whatever can I do for you?" Balthazar asked. "We need to talk." I asked. "Oh, you seem upset, Cupcake." Balthazar said. "The hell with the boat, Balthazar?" Ricky asked mad. "What boat?" Balthazar asked. "The Titanic." Sam said. "Oh. The Titanic. Yes, well, uh, it was meant to sink, and I saved it." Balthazar said. "What?" Dean asked. "Well it was meant to bash into this iceberg thing and plunge into the briny deep with all this hoopla, and I saved it. Anything else I can answer for you?" Balthazar said. "Why?" I asked. "Why what?" Balthazar asked. "Why did you un-sink the ship?" I asked. "Oh, because I hated the movie." Balthazar said. "What movie?" Ricky asked. "Exactly." Balthazar laughs. "Wait, so you saved a cruise liner because..." Sam trailed off. "Because that God-awful Celine Dion song made me want to smite myself." Balthazar said. "Who's Celine Dion?" Dean asked. "Oh, she's a destitute lounge singer somewhere in Quebec, and let's keep it that way, please." Balthazar said. "Okay, I didn't think that was possible. I thought you couldn't change history." I said. "Oh, haven't you noticed? There's no more rules, kids." Balthazar said. "Wow. The nerve on you. So you just, what, un-sunk a giant boat?" Ricky said. "Oh come on. I saved people. I thought you loved that kind of thing." Balthazar said. "Yeah, but now those people and their kids and their kids' kids, they must have interacted with – with so many other people, changed so much crap. You totally Butterfly-Effected history!" I said. "Mae. Rule one, no Kutcher references." Dean said. "Ah, yes. Unfortunately, there's still an Ashton Kutcher. And you still averted the Apocalypse, and there are still Archangels. It's just the small details that are different, like you don't drive an Impala or Jaguar. Yes, yes. "What's an Impala?" Trust me, it's not important. And, of course, Ellen and Jo are alive." Balthazar said. "My mom and sister? What?" Ricky asked. "Yes, they're supposed to be dead. You see, I save a boat, one thing leads to another, which leads to another thousand things, and yada, yada, yada. To cut a long story short, they don't die in a massive explosion. Mmm. Anyway, let's agree I did a good thing. One less Billy Zane movie and I saved an angel mate's family." Balthazar said. "But now somebody is killing the descendants of the survivors." Sam said. "And?" Balthazar asked. "And that's maybe like 50,000 people." I said. "And?" Balthazar asked "And we need to save as many as we can, but we need to know who's after 'em." Dean said. "Oh, uh, sorry, uh. You have me confused with the other angels – you know, the one in the dirty trenchcoat who's in love with Ricky and the one in the Jean jacket in love with Sam. I... don't care." Balthazar said and left. "When can I stab him?" I asked. "Not yet." Sam said. We had Bobby on speaker phone. "So, Balthazar un-sank a boat, and now we got a boatload of people who should never have been born." Pa said. "Yeah. Like 50,000." I said. "Makes sense." Bobby said. "How does any of this make sense?" Sam asked. "Because I got an idea who we're up against." Ma said. "What?" Dean asked. "Fate." Ma said. "You mean?" Dean asked confused. "I mean Fate, like the Fates. Or one of 'em, at least." Ma said. "You mean like Greek mythology? Like the sisters?" Ricky asked. "Bingo and there bitches." Pa said. "Nerd." Dean said. "Yeah and this nerd can circumcise you." Ricky said smiling scary at Dean. "These ladies are responsible for how you go down, literally. So if you get creamed by a garage door or crunched by a copy machine, they're the ones who hammer out the details of how you die. Spin out your fate on a piece of pure gold." Bobby said. "And cutting the thread is the end of your story." Ma said. "Gold thread." I said. "And then one of 'em writes it all down in her Day Runner of Death. It's high-level stuff. Anyway – fits. Now we know what Balthazar did. It seems to me that maybe Fate is just trying to clean up the mess." Bobby said. "So, how do we stop it?" I asked. "How do we stop Fate? Good question." Ma said. "You can't." Pa said laughing. "Well, there's got to be a way." Dean defended. "Or there ain't. I mean, this is Fate we're talking about here. You know, the easiest way would be to get that angel to re-sink the boat." Bobby said. "Unlikely he hates the movie and song appearently." I said. "Big difference between dying awful and never being born, Mae." Bobby said. "We are not sinking the boat, Bobby. Okay? Don't even think about it." Dean said. "Well, okay. What's got your panties in a clench?" Bobby said. "Nothing." Dean said. "Try that again?" Ma asked. "It – Look, it – it – it doesn't even really matter, but..." Dean trailed off looking at me. "But?" Bobby asked. "Apparently, a crapload of dominoes get tipped over if the Titanic goes down. And, uh, bottom line – Mom and Jo die." Ricky said. "Okay, you four. Listen up. You make sure... Keep those angels from sinking that boat. Do you understand me?" Bobby said. "Yeah, Bobby, of course." Sam said and Bobby hang up. "Oh, he's bad enough with her. Think how he'd be if she was gone." Dean said. "Yeah. So, what do we do? I mean, how do we save 50,000 people?" I asked. "I got no freaking clue." Ricky said. "Yeah. We don't even know who they are." Sam said. "Well, we know one." Dean said pointing to a phamphlet. We were in the car and we saw Russo with a client. "That's him. Let's go." I said. "Hello. Yeah. What?" Russo said on the phone. "Mr. Russo!" Dean yelled. "I don't care. Send him a fruitcake." Russo said still over the phone not paying attention. "Shawn!" Ricky yelled out. "Who's the judge?" Russo asked. "Russo!" Dean yelled. "All right, send him a nice bottle of champagne. But nothing more than 30." Russo said not paying attention. "Shawn!" Ricky yelled. "Ah, no. 20 bucks. Believe me, this guy – he owes me." Russo said. "Russo, stop!" Dean said and Russo turns around and is almost run over. "I told you to leave me alone, didn't I?" Russo asked Dean. "Look, we're just trying to help you out, okay?" Dean said. "Help me?! You almost killed me, you lunatic." Russo said, turning around. "Russo! Hey!" Dean yelled. "Just be glad I'm not suing your ass!" Right as Russo finished that he got ran over. "Well he dead." I said. "You've got to be kidding me. Guys, check it out." Dean said to us, looking at the aftermath. "What?" Sam asked him. "Too soon?" Ricky asked pointing to the ad for Russo's law business. "Yeah, Ricky. I'm pretty sure six seconds is too soon." I said. "Hey. Hey, hey, hey. I think I saw her. Right over there." Sam said. "Her? Like fate her?" Dean asked. "Yeah." Sam said. "What'd she look like?" Ricky asked. "Kind of like a librarian." Sam said. "Huh I was expecting the old ladies like Percy Jackson." I mumbled. "Your kind of librarian or my kind of librarian?" Dean asked him smirking. "Well, she was wearing clothes, if that's what you mean." Sam said. "All right." Dean said and started walking over. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, wait, wait. We can't just walk over there." I said to him. "We're not on the hit list. We have nothing to do with the boat. Let's go talk to her." Dean said smirking. "Talk." Ricky said. "Yeah, you know. Talk. Worth a shot, right?" Dean said. We were now at an abandoned restaurant. "Hello? Hello?" I asked and the gas dials open of the stove. "Hello?" Dean asked her. "You got a lighter?" Sam asked. "Yeah. Okay." I said and the lighter doesn't work. "Oh, come on. It's out of juice or something?" Ricky asked. "It shouldn't be." I said and the lighter lights up and soon we were out of the restaurant. We were now in a forest. "Cas!" Ricky said. "Rina." Sam said kissing her. "Hello everyone." Castiel said. "Hey, thanks man. Where are we?" I said. "White Russia." Marina said. "What?!" Dean asked. "Are you aware of what your frat bro did?" Ricky asked. "I'm aware. Balthazar can be impetuous." Castiel said. "Well, riddle me this – if fate's going after the boat people, why'd she try to waste us?" I said. "Well, I imagine she harbors a certain degree of rage toward you all." Castiel said. "What did we do?" Ricky asked hurt at his boyfriend. "Nothing of import – just the tiny matter of averting the Apocalypse and rendering her obsolete. I think maybe she's a little irritated about that. And then you go and dangle yourselves in front of her..." Marina trailed off. "So we've pissed fate off personally." Sam said. "If I know her – and I do – she won't stop until you're dead." Hermes said appearing. "Awesome. So what do we do?" I asked the angels and god. "Kill her." Castiel said. "Kill fate?" Ricky asked. "Do you have another suggestion?" Marina asked. "No, I'm – I just mean, uh... Can you even do that?" I asked. "Naturally no." Hermes said. "Balthazar has a weapon that will work against her." Castiel said. "Of course he does. Yeah. Boy, that guy's just got it covered, doesn't he? You need new friends, Cas." I said. "I'm trying to save the ones I have, Mary. We'll have to draw her out." Castiel said. "All right, well, uh, she's gunning for us. She's bound to surface again eventually." Ricky said shrugging. "We'll make it easy for her. I think you have an expression for it. Tempting fate." Marina said. We got back to the town and we're walking down the sidewalk. "Okay, so, we're just gonna meet our fate at any time, right?" Ricky said. "Yeah. Just walk. Act natural." I said. Someone passes us on a skateboard. "Okay." Dean said. "That's fine." Sam said and a man with two large barking dogs in front of us. "Oh you gotta be kidding me." Ricky said and we saw street performers juggling swords and hatchets. "All right, just – just keep walking." Sam said. "Sam, they're juggling knives. And hatchets." I pointed out. "Yeah, I know. Can't avoid fate." Sam said. We walk pass a guy who almost nails Ricky's face with nail gun but doesn't. "Oh come on." Ricky said. "All right. I don't get it." Sam said. "I don't either. Who do you got to kill to get killed around here?" Dean said. "Maybe Cas and Marina were wrong." I said. "Look out!" A man yelled and it was air conditioner about to fall on us. I than woke up in Ricky's Jaguar. "Dude, what time is it? I-I just had the weirdest dream." I said to my best friend who also woke up. "20 bucks says mine was weirder. I am not kidding." Ricky said. "No, no, no. I'm not kidding either. I-I mean, it was... Just bizarre." I said. "Mine had the actual Titanic in it. What? Something on my face?" Ricky said. "D-did it, uh...Not sink, because Balthazar had a hate on for Billy Zane?" I asked him. "Why are you having my dreams, Mae?" Ricky asked looking at me. "Wasn't a dream." Castiel said appearing. "Wait, what? You're saying this actually happened? That t-the whole...Whatever – t-that was real?" Ricky asked. "Yes." Castiel said. "Wait. So, what happened?" I asked. "Well, I insisted he go back in time and correct what he'd done." Castiel said. "What? Why?" I asked. "It was the only way to be sure you all were safe." Castiel said. "So...So, you killed...50,000 people for us." Ricky said "No, I didn't. They were never born. That's far different from being killed, wouldn't you say?" Castiel said to him. "My mom and Jo?" Ricky asked. "I'm sorry little mate." Castiel said. "Hold on. Uh... So, if you guys went a-and changed everything back, then that whole timeline or whatever, it just got erased?" I asked. "Yeah. More or less." Castiel said. "Well, then, how come he and I remember it?" I asked. "Because Rina and I wanted you to remember it." Castiel said shrugging. "Why?" I asked. "I wanted you to know who Fate really is. She's cruel and capricious." Cadrk said. "So Fate's a bitch." Ricky said. "Well, yeah. You're the ones who taught me that you can make your own destiny. You don't have to be ruled by fate. You can choose freedom. I still believe that that's something worth fighting for. I just wanted you to understand that." Castiel said, "So, wait. Did... Balthazar really, uh, unravel the sweater over a chick flick?" I said. "Yes. Absolutely. That's what he did." Castiel said. "Wow. Well, might be time to take away his cable privileges. Besides, Titanic didn't suck that bad." I said. Castiel left. "I'll tell you one thing about Cas, he does not appreciate the finer things." Ricky said, we got out of the car and walked in Bobby's house and saw Reece, Evelyn, and Sammi playing go fish, Sam and Dean telling Kara and Alison what happened. "I guess things are back to normal, huh?" I asked. "Normal. Awesome." Ricky said. "Poor bastard. Doesn't even know how good he had it." Sam said. "Yeah, well, what he doesn't know won't hurt him. I say we keep our mouths shut." Ricky said. "Guess we shouldn't have told Kara than." Dean said. "Nah, I'm your girlfriend I need to know," Kara said kissing Dean.
A\N:New chapter and this will get done in July, but the past few days I had to go to a family barbecue, than a sleepover later that same day, at least the day after the sleepover my friends aunt took us to an escape room and it was so much fun.
