Mary Winchester (mrswinchester) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-11-14 00:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | john winchester, mary winchester |
Who: Mary and John Winchester
What: Mary makes it to LA
When: Early Evening
Where: John Winchester's truck
Status: COMPLETE!
Rating: Low
Sacrificing herself was something that many people likely would have called selfless, but it brought Mary Winchester such a sense of peace that it didn't feel selfless at all. It was all so simple, she had a moment to see her sons, her now grown babies, to apologize to Sam, and then she forced the evil force inhabiting her home to leave. As she threw herself at the ceiling there was a bright burst of flames, but they were part of her now, not the enemy, and then there was nothing. No thoughts, no waiting on anything to happen, just blissful peace to follow the long, lonely years she had spent trapped in her own home.
It was the strangest thing in the world, how one moment there was nothing and the next...something. Slowly sensation started to return, the feeling of cloth under her, a slightly familiar smell, the sound of wind. Mary opened her eyes.
And that's where things got really strange. She was sitting in some stranger's car...no truck, in her nightgown. This was bad, this was most assuredly very bad. She took quick stock of her surrounding, not liking the fact that she was very literally in the middle of nowhere. What was going on? Was this some sort of hell? A twisted God's heaven? After all the years she had spent hunting hellish things with her father, after ten blissful years of peace with John, she wasn't sure if she even believed in such a thing. Then what was this?
Mary knew she needed to get out of the truck, but she wanted to have something to defend herself with as well, just in case. She didn't even bother trying to explain to herself just what she meant by 'just in case,' because she knew all too well that anything was possible. She ducked down, trying to rummage under the seat for something she could use.