mary winchester (angelsare) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-07-07 21:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | dean winchester, mary winchester |
Who: Mary & Dean Winchester
What: the family that shows up together....
When: Sunday evening
Where: on a quiet side street.
Warnings: they're Winchesters, so, ass-kicking and feels? In that order.
Mary was pinned against the wall, and helpless; she should have been terrified, but all she could think about how stupid she'd been. To think that she was safe, that her family was safe. She'd had forewarning that the demon would be coming for something in ten years' time, and she'd done nothing to prevent it. Now he was here, and he was here for Sammy, not her-- somehow that was worse, to take her innocent, six month old son rather than her soul.
Or to take both, as it seemed might be the case. She had let her guard down, and she knew what happened when a hunter's guard slipped, even for a moment. They died bloody, and that was fine, that would be fine, if it would guarantee that her baby was safe. But she knew it wasn't, and she couldn't find the words even if her pride would have let her speak them. She was slowly sliding up the wall, struggling futilely against the power that held her there, and then--
In the blink of an eye, she was somewhere else. She had regained control of her limbs, only to fall to her knees in the middle of what appeared to be an empty city street. She got quickly to her feet, casting about for the demon; he had to be behind this, it was the only explanation. For a moment she seemed to be alone, and then she spotted a silhouette, a male shape nearby. She didn't stop to wonder at the change in her circumstances; she had wasted enough time being unprepared already. Dragging herself to her feet, she ignored the cold and the hard ground beneath her bare feet and charged straight at him, instincts taking over in her attempt to take him down.