Mary paused again. She thought about meeting Corbie here be accident and how, by the end of the conversation, she hadn't been on edge any more around her. Her mind was clearly reeling through a variety of thoughts as she looked at her adult son. There was a stubborn hardness there than no doubt mirrored Dean in some ways, and definitely John. She sat back lightly against the chair. "I've spent a lot of time fighting things that hurt people... Seen a lot of things that I was probably too young to see." Her father had been a very driven man.

"I can't say or promise I'm going to trust anything that's supernatural or be automatically comfortable around them. But. For you. I'm going to try to keep an open mind." She paused slightly. "If I was going to hunt here I'd already be doing it."