Title: The Elegant Crime Of Being With You
By: Bridget McKennitt
Characters: Mary, John, Deanna, Samuel
Word Count: 3055
Summary: Mary just wanted to live a normal life with John away from pulling one con after another. Not everything she wished for came true.
Contains: No warnings in as far I know that can't be extrapolated from the header itself.
Disclaimer: Supernatural is owned by Eric Kripke and other companies. They are used here without permission, and for entertainment purposes only. No challenge or infringement upon the copyright is intended, nor should any be inferred.
Author's Notes: This is an AU gen take on 4.03 and 1.01. Some of the dialogue from the episodes have been reworked into the fic. One quote from Ocean's Eleven has also been used.
Mary stepped up to the bank teller, dimpling as she rested a hand on the counter. "Morning, sir."
He looked up at her bright smile and gave one of his own. "Morning, miss. Can I help you with anything today?"
"I'm kind of hoping you can." She shrugged a shoulder as she ducked her head a little as if she was embarrassed. "I want to open a savings account, my first, and I don't know what to do. Think you can help me out?"
"Of course." He reached below the counter and placed a 'Closed' sign on the surface before motioning to her. "We can talk at the fancy desks over there. Get all comfortable like."
Mary grinned, letting out a chuckle. "That sounds great. You're so kind, sir."
She followed him towards the official looking desks, stepping around a balding older man with a head nod before sitting down in front of the bank teller. He rustled the papers on the desk before settling them back down. "Please, call me Joseph. I am hoping by the end of this you'll think of me as a friend and perhaps your future financial advisor."
"Okay, Joseph. Then I insist you call me Leslie." As she leaned forward to listen to Joseph discuss her savings account, the older man she had brushed by earlier passed by her with another bank teller towards the bank vault. She ignored them, as she looked enthralled at what Joseph was talking about, as the older man disappeared into the vault.
A minute later, Mary felt a tickle in her throat and began to cough into her hand. Joseph stopped talking as he looked at her with mild concern. "Are you all right, Leslie?"
She waved him off as she continued to cough, her coughs worsening. Joseph rose from his chair and went to rub her back as another teller offered her a glass of water. Mary's coughs grew even worse as she stumbled to the ground with her body twitching. That set the rest of the bank into a frenzy as they noticed the young woman on the ground. It took about another thirty minutes before Mary felt safe enough to sit back in the chair, and by that time, she begged Joseph to discuss her savings account another time.
"I just want to go home and hide my head under a pillow," she admitted as her cheeks blushed red. "It was weird having all that attention on me just for some cough." She thanked Joseph and the rest of the bank employees before leaving the building.
Two blocks away from the bank, a pickup truck pulled up and she opened the door, getting inside. "Did you accomplish the mission?" she asked the driver, the same balding older man she had seen in the bank.
"Of course. Ten thousand dollars without breaking a sweat. They sure bought your act in there."
"Of course they did. You taught me everything I know. Dad." She glanced at him.
"Your mother's waiting for us. Let's go." Samuel turned the ignition and they headed home.
Samuel and Deanna Campbell spent a lifetime working the long con. That did not change when they married nor when they had a baby girl they named Mary. Conning people was in their blood and there was nothing else to it. So it was only natural that when Mary came along, they taught their daughter the 'family business,' as Samuel liked to call it.
Mary, however, did not care for the family business. She craved normalcy and, when she was a little girl, she would press her face against the car window to watch children playing at the playground whenever they drove by a park. Instead of sleepovers, she learned how to lie with a smile. Instead of watching cartoons, she learned how to hustle in cards or pool. Instead of football games, she learned how to network through the thieving community and pick out big marks.
Through it all, there was John Winchester. He was normal, a civilian as her dad would call him, and Mary loved him with all her heart. John was everything she had ever wanted. John was everything Samuel did not want for his daughter.
A car honked outside their house and Mary turned towards her father, hands on her hips. "John's waiting for me, Dad. I am going on our date and you can't stop me."
"Don't think I can't. Deanna, where are the files on the Winchester family?" Mary reached for Samuel's arm as he tried to step away.
"No. No cons dealing with the Winchesters, especially with John." She dropped her hand and sighed, looking up at her father. "John is a nice guy, Dad. Please, just let me have this."
"Samuel, leave your daughter alone." Deanna leaned her shoulder against the door frame as she watched her husband and daughter. "John may be a civilian, but that doesn't mean that he does not love Mary."
"It's not his love that I am questioning here," said Samuel but Mary knew her father was done arguing. Once her mother stepped into the picture, Samuel always caved in. "Fine, go on your date with John. But I expect you to be back before midnight."
"Of course, dad." She tiptoed to kiss Samuel on the cheek before waving to Deanna. "Night, guys." Mary opened the door and exited the house.
John waited in the driver's seat of his black Impala and, though Mary had wanted him to purchase a van, she was happy about the Impala. Or at least happy at how happy the car made John. As soon as she entered the car, she leaned over and kissed him.
"Sorry about the wait," she said as she slid the seatbelt across her chest.
"I know." He turned the ignition on. "Maybe I should just talk to him."
"My dad's being my dad, John. It's not you."
"How is it not me? He's been like this for how many years?" Mary noticed the tight grip John had on the steering wheel, the only noticeable tick that he was upset. His voice was easygoing and pleasant as it always was.
She sighed. "He's just protective over me, that's all. He just doesn't want me to-"
He smiled wryly and glanced at her. "Hook up with a mechanic from a family of mechanics?"
Mary shook her head and placed her hand on John's thigh to reassure him. "No. Hey, I love you for exactly what you are." She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm not above running away with you. You're the one I want."
"Good, because I love you, Mary Campbell. You're the only girl for me."
Mary tried not to smile at John's blush.
Deanna placed a cup of tea in front of her daughter before sitting down across from her with her own cup. "Something on your mind, dear?"
Mary clutched the cup with both hands, grateful for the warmth. "No. Yes. Mom, did you always wanted to be a con artist?"
Deanna looked at her daughter with surprise in her eyes. She paused to take a sip of her tea before answering. "When I was a child, I wanted to become a ballerina, but your grandparents refused to pay for the classes. I was around your age, pick pocketing the crowds of Chicago when Kim Kripke took me under his wing. My talent flourished under his tutelage and I never looked back."
"Not even a little." Deanna reached over and patted Mary's hand. "This is our life, Mary. There is no running away from it. People like us don't change. We either stay sharp or we get sloppy, we don't change."
Mary hid her sob behind her cup. That was exactly what she did not want to hear. "Thanks, mom. I'm going to go upstairs." She pushed her chair away from the table and stood.
"Wait." Mary glanced at Deanna. "Honey, tell me about John. Is it serious?"
She shifted from foot to foot, uncertain what to say. "It is. I, I think he is going to ask me to marry him. Soon. Tomorrow, even."
"I'm happy for you, Mary, I am. But you know John is a civilian. Your father would never allow you to marry him. He's a good man, but he is just not one of us."
"I know, and that's the point." She turned away from her mother and left the dining room. Something had to be done.
The following week was a three man job up in Jefferson City that potentially could earn the Campbell family over thirty grand. Deanna had spent a month prepping for the job, gaining the information they needed. Samuel was set to go as an inside man, posing as a senior priest from another church. The entire thing hinged on Mary's ability to sweet talk her way straight to the money.
Mary took a second to roll her eyes at the idea that her last big heist was going to be a church fundraising to fix their roof.
Either way, she was good at what she did and hated herself for having the skill in the first place. Once she earned her share of the split, she would take that money and use it to live a normal life as John Winchester's wife. It was the least she could do, for both her parents as well as for John.
From nearly the first moment she stepped onto the job, things went wrong. It should have been as smooth as a newborn's behind, especially with Deanna putting together the intel, but it wasn't. She should have known someone else was behind the mess ups. She should have known that when the roof caved in on her father and she found herself separated from everyone else, but she did not. Mary never expected someone else to be working the same job as the Campbell family.
"Who are you?" she said, the words spoken in a tight voice. That was her father trapped under the rubble, along with tens of people. The thought of her father hurt or worse, dead, made her steam. "You son of a bitch, I will kill you, I swear to God."
"Let's not get hasty here." The man shrugged lightly as he grinned. "I have a proposition for you. I can get your mommy and daddy out of here safely, but that all depends on your answer."
Mary stared at the man with pale yellow eyes. She had seen him in the crowds while she had been working in the church, but never paid any more attention to him except for the color of his unusual eyes. "I am done with crime."
"Cute, but that's not what I was planning on asking. All I want is your permission that I can visit you in ten years time and that when I do, I won't be disturbed."
She narrowed her eyes. "And what do you plan-"
"That's none of your concern, Mary dear. I swear that no one will get hurt, just as long as I am not disturbed. Come on, you won't get a better deal than that anywhere. Your measly permission for the lives and safety of your parents."
Mary's eyes began to water, but she blinked away her tears. "Yes, you have my permission."
"Good! Let's seal the deal with a kiss." The man leaned forward and Mary raised a hand to stop him.
"Wait, What is your name?"
"Name? Oh, I have so many names. You can call me Yellow Eyes. I think you will find it apt enough. Now how about that kiss?"
Mary swallowed back her disgust as Yellow Eyes' lips touched her own. Despite the discomfort, this deal was worth it.
10 Years Later
Dean stood next to the crib in the nursery, peering through the its bars to see his younger brother. John appeared behind him with Mary as he lifted Dean into his arms. Mary passed them so she could lift Sam into her arms.
"Say good night to your brother, Dean," John said happily as his son wrapped his chubby arms around his neck.
"Night, Sam." Dean's cheek rubbed against John's scruffy beard.
Mary smiled as she adjusted Sam so Dean could see his brother better. "Remember, Dean. Angels are watching over you."
John let Dean wiggle out of his hold as his son went to Mary to kiss both her and Sam. "Off to bed with you, kiddo. We'll be in there in a bit to tuck you in."
"Okay, Daddy." Dean ran out of the room and John chuckled.
Mary gently placed Sam back into his crib and pulled the blanket over his body. "Good night, Sam," she whispered.
John wrapped his arm around Mary's waist as he kissed the side of her neck. "Come on, we have another tyke to tuck in."
Sometime during the night, static from the baby monitor woke Mary up from her slumber. She rolled over to the other side, feeling for John. When she felt nothing, she opened her eyes to see his side of the bed empty. Mary pushed the covers away from her as she sat up and stood.
She walked across the hall to Sam's nursery, sleep still in her eyes as she yawned behind her hand. Mary saw the outline of John standing over their son's crib. "Is he hungry, John?"
He lifted his hand and murmured, "Shh."
Mary nodded, stumbling down the hall to get herself a warm drink. The lights in the hall began to flicker on and off and she tapped against the bulb before it returned to normal. Running her fingers through her messy hair, Mary slowly walked down the stairs.
The first thing she spotted was that the television was on playing some war movie. The second though, she realized with dawning horror, was John's slumbering form on the couch in front of the television.
"Oh no," she whispered. "Sam!"
Mary turned around and dashed up the stairs, running down the hall, and straight back into the nursery. The man, how could she ever think it was John, stood over Sam, doing something. She must have made a noise, a gasp or something, because he turned around and stared at her.
"It's you!" She knew him. It had been ten years since the last time she saw him, but she could recognize those eyes anywhere. They were unique when the light hit them, turning his eyes into a light shade of yellow.
He grinned. "Oh, Mary. You know better than to disturb me while I'm at work," he said as he took a step towards her.
It didn't take long for her screams to wake John from his slumber. "Mary!" He ran up the stairs and burst into Sam's nursery. "Mary?" His eyes darted back and forth until he spotted Mary lying in the corner of the room. He fell to his knees as he cradled her against his chest. When he felt something wet, he looked down and saw his hand soaked with blood that came off of his wife's nightgown. "Mary, what happened?"
Mary clutched at John's shirt, fear racing in her eyes. "Sa-mmy."
An explosion in the other corner of the room startled them as John helped Mary to her feet. He could not help but notice the blood dripping down her legs, but there was no time for that, not when the fire from the explosion started to spread. He scooped Sam up with his other arm just as their son wailed. As they limped out of the nursery, another explosion going off behind them, Dean met them in the hall.
John handed Dean his brother. "Dean, take your brother and run. Mommy and I will be right behind you." Another explosion and the smell of smoke was overwhelming. "Go!" As Dean waddled away, John scooped Mary up into his arms and ran.
The sight of Dean on the front yard still holding Sam made his heart ease. He could barely handle the thought of losing Mary. If he had also lost his boys...
Later, when the fire department and police arrived, and John saw Mary taken away in an ambulance, he sat on the hood of the Impala with Sam in his arms and Dean curled against his side. He needed to get the three of them to the hospital to see Mary, but after all that happened, he couldn't face up to what had just occurred, let alone his wife. Someone had trespassed into their home, setting their house to burn, and injured Mary. No simple robber would do something like that. Whoever it was had a personal grudge against him and his family.
He was going to find out who it was and make them pay.
Mary half expected to find her parents hovering over her hospital bed like John had taken to doing, but she never even saw a glimpse of them during her stay. It made sense though, she left the family protection years ago. There would be no reason for Samuel to be keeping tabs on her. If the naming of her babies would not draw her father out of hiding, then neither would her attack.
Except her attack was not a random burglary or anything so mundane. She knew the man. Yellow Eyes was also a con artist like her family, except that was were the similarities ended. Yellow Eyes loved grandiose gestures and the sight of a knife sliding through flesh. He was a wicked man who loved his elaborate plans, and now he had his sights set on her and her family. Maybe he'd always had.
She needed help. She left the business because she wanted a normal life with John. But if her family was in danger because of her, then she needed to suck it up and fall back to her parents for that help. Mary looked up towards the ceiling, taking a deep breath. She knew what Samuel would demand as price for their protection - he would want his grandsons to be raised as con artists.
God help her, to save the lives of her family, she would force the worst thing she knew upon her boys.
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