“You have arrived at your destination,” chirps the robot voice and Missouri cuts the engine.
“I still can’t believe that’s a phone.”
“You have one!”
“Which, I barely know how to use.” Mary taps at the screen, frowns. “Sam tried to show me a bunch of stuff, but I… Hey I figured out Uber!”
Missouri laughs. Then, “You sure about this?”
“No.” Mary rolls her shoulders. “What… do you think we’ll find out there?”
“Alpha and Omega, or. The other way around,” Missouri says.
Mary eyes her. “Thanks, Obi-wan.”
“You’ll be pleased to know that’s still a relevant reference.”
“Are we doin this?” Mary leaves the car. Sun shines but she suppresses a shiver.
They pick their way between weed-choked headstones and toppled monuments. “Here,” Missouri says, and a bare patch stretches in front of them. Dip in the ground, perfect circle. “Sam gave his life here, and Dean did his level best to give his.”
Mary looks up, summer sky. Too peaceful, here, where the world was supposed to end. “I can’t do this, Miz.”
“Do what, honey?” Missouri slips an arm around her.
“Live! Now. Like this. My sons re-wrote the book of Revelation. They’re… they’re legends. And they look at me like I’m some kind of mythical creature and if I’m their mother I guess I am, but. I never wanted this. I can’t handle it. John’s gone. And I—”
“John’s not gone.” Lace-edged handkerchief dabs at her face. “He’s alive and well in those two boys he raised.”
Mary takes the hanky. “Why did you bring me here?”
Missouri sighs. “Because, this is where destiny broke, where your boys broke it. And now…” Soft smile. “Destiny’s got no use for you anymore.” Missouri brushes hair behind her ear. “You can let go. Three of you build whatever kind of family you want.”
*
Jody leads the way back toward the main drive. “Neighbor that called you in, said a car dropped you off. You need a ride back to town?”
“Yeah,” Mary says. “I’d appreciate that.”
“Matter-fact,” Jody gives her a long look. “Why don’t you join me for dinner? Meet my girls.”
“I don’t—”
“Aw, come onnnn.” Jody grins, but then. “Meet some of the people they’ve saved.”
(“You keep nosin in that book,” Missouri’d said, just before Mary climbed on the bus. “It’ll lead you where you need to go.”)
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“I still can’t believe that’s a phone.”
“You have one!”
“Which, I barely know how to use.” Mary taps at the screen, frowns. “Sam tried to show me a bunch of stuff, but I… Hey I figured out Uber!”
Missouri laughs. Then, “You sure about this?”
“No.” Mary rolls her shoulders. “What… do you think we’ll find out there?”
“Alpha and Omega, or. The other way around,” Missouri says.
Mary eyes her. “Thanks, Obi-wan.”
“You’ll be pleased to know that’s still a relevant reference.”
“Are we doin this?” Mary leaves the car. Sun shines but she suppresses a shiver.
They pick their way between weed-choked headstones and toppled monuments. “Here,” Missouri says, and a bare patch stretches in front of them. Dip in the ground, perfect circle. “Sam gave his life here, and Dean did his level best to give his.”
Mary looks up, summer sky. Too peaceful, here, where the world was supposed to end. “I can’t do this, Miz.”
“Do what, honey?” Missouri slips an arm around her.
“Live! Now. Like this. My sons re-wrote the book of Revelation. They’re… they’re legends. And they look at me like I’m some kind of mythical creature and if I’m their mother I guess I am, but. I never wanted this. I can’t handle it. John’s gone. And I—”
“John’s not gone.” Lace-edged handkerchief dabs at her face. “He’s alive and well in those two boys he raised.”
Mary takes the hanky. “Why did you bring me here?”
Missouri sighs. “Because, this is where destiny broke, where your boys broke it. And now…” Soft smile. “Destiny’s got no use for you anymore.” Missouri brushes hair behind her ear. “You can let go. Three of you build whatever kind of family you want.”
*
Jody leads the way back toward the main drive. “Neighbor that called you in, said a car dropped you off. You need a ride back to town?”
“Yeah,” Mary says. “I’d appreciate that.”
“Matter-fact,” Jody gives her a long look. “Why don’t you join me for dinner? Meet my girls.”
“I don’t—”
“Aw, come onnnn.” Jody grins, but then. “Meet some of the people they’ve saved.”
(“You keep nosin in that book,” Missouri’d said, just before Mary climbed on the bus. “It’ll lead you where you need to go.”)
“All right,” Mary nods. “Thanks, Jody.”