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Juliet O'Hara arrests Winchesters (saltypineapple) wrote in wariscoming,

From the minute she'd bitten into the apple she had no idea what happened. She couldn't stop it, couldn't stop it. It wasn't a criminal she could threaten. It was nothing. It was poison. She'd felt the chill of it flush through her system before she'd collapsed at the station, then blackness.No dreams of home, no people waiting. She wasn't dead yet. Whatever this was, it was like a state of inbetween. There were no happy memories or warmth, there was just a feeling of emptiness. She had no idea how much time had passed since it didn't matter there in the darkness. It was like her mind was numb. Paralyzed maybe? Oh god had the witch paralyzed her somehow?

Was paralyzing even possible to recover from if the bitch was cold and dead as she felt? And then she heard something. A faint but steady beeping, like a beacon of some kind but it was more hollow than she ever wanted to hear. She focused on it, but she couldn't see where it came from. She could only hear it like an unwanted echo. She couldn't feel anything. Not the chill of the steril place her body was in, not the every day stress of living in the apocalypse. Nothing. The darkness she saw was almost tangible. Was this all that happened? Waiting for eternity after life slipped away like a delicate ribbon lifelessly fluttering away in the wind?

No. This was something else. This was not how it was supposed to be. If they were fighting heaven and hell, heaven should exist? That meant there was still hope. Cas was an Angel. Cas, Dean, Rose. Those names brushed against her ears like a whisper, a far off memory. Then the beeping stopped. The thing that'd kept her tied to that dark world faded away and suddenly she felt the cold. For the first time she felt the chill of death threatening to take her away. She was unarmed and unable to do anything about it.

All she could do was watch as the darkness began to fall away. A figure appeared before her. An image of a woman with golden blond curls in a soft blue dress. Don't be afraid. The hand reached out to her, but she didn't want to take it. It was familiar, but she didn't want anything to do with it. If she took that hand there was no going back and she knew it. She wanted to stay. She wasn't done yet. Was she? Maybe she'd done all she could and Dean was ready to do what he needed, Dean could handle it now. He was stronger than he'd ever been and she knew it. He could face his demons without succumbing to the bottle, he could talk about them. He had come so far. "Mom?" Her voice was quiet. Shaky even, she reached to touch the hand outstretched to her when suddenly everything seemed miles away.

Something had happened. She couldn't reach her anymore. She could barely even see her anymore. The darkness was crumbling away, and her chest felt lighter. The machine echoed in her ears once more. It began to pick up a steady beat again as Dean's lips touched her own. She was suddenly more aware of her surroundings then she'd been in who knew how long. And then at the touch of his hand, her blue eyes opened. Her fingertip brushed his hand. The light around them was blinding. But still she was grateful for it.