Mother's Worst Nightmare (Arrival - OTA)

[mother_hunter]

(ooc: timed to early Friday morning)She would never be able to explain the sickening feeling that rushed through her when she heard the television on downstairs. John would have never left it on, but maybe this time he had. She hoped to God he had. Mary's muscles were tense as she walked down the stairs. A sharp, intense pang of panic hit her like

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[faramir_hurin]

I am going out to practice with my swords at the tree. I use different ones now, testing those I have made for father's students--my students, I suppose. Would that I had my bow instead, as a woman suddenly appears. Something about her besides state of undress tells me it is more than the arrival that upsets her.

"My lady!" I call out, moving slowly toward her, looking everywhere to see if she might be followed. "My lady, are you in trouble?"

I hope she does not think I am insane dressed as I am. The only real weapon I have is in my boot.

[mother_hunter]

Her mind was reeling and a particular type of dread was beginning to rise in her body. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to think, when she heard someone speak out.

Mary spun around. Her eyes quickly took in what she could of the man in front of her. He was strangely dressed and she didn't know him.

She gathered up all her fear and anxiety and buried it under a threateningly calm look. "What have you done with my family?"

[faramir_hurin]

"Nothing my lady." I look at her as calmly as I can and stop moving toward her, setting the wooden practice swords on the ground and putting my hands to the side so she can see them.

"My name is Faramir and I have done nothing to your family. Some time ago I was brought to this place even as you just were, as many of us are." I need to keep it simply.

"It is nearly spring and morning is coming, as you can see. It is too cold for you to be outside as you are--may I offer you my cloak? And answers to your questions, also."

[mother_hunter]

"No. Thank you." She was smart enough to take a cloak from a stranger, especially one that seemed odd not only in appearance, but in speech. Her parents had raised no fool.

"But I would like to know where I am and how I came to be here." There was a sinking feeling developing further in Mary's belly. If this guy was telling the truth, then were her boys? Where was John?

[go_downswinging]

The first thing that Dean saw was a woman in a white nightgown. This of course, perked Dean's interest up immensely and he walked toward her. That she seemed to be in distress didn't hurt either. There weren't many women that wouldn't be grateful for the man that helped them. He was thinking through many of the scenarios in his head and it wasn't until he got really close enough to see her face that his footsteps faltered and he realized that he'd have to bleach his brain.

Unlike with his dad, Dean's first thought wasn't that the woman looked a lot like his mother, it was that it was his mother. He blamed it on seeing his dad so recently and while a large part of him hoped it was his mother, a small part hoped it wasn't. That part was mostly tied to his libido and the years of therapy the having sexual thoughts about your mother would entail.

"Hey, you okay?"

[mother_hunter]

There was a little voice in Mary's head that was telling her to keep her guard up and it sounded a lot like her father. When she heard someone approach, and then speak, she turned around quickly and sized up the young man in front of her. There was something about the stranger that seemed familiar, but Mary knew she had never seen him before. Even so, she found herself retracing his features for an second time.

Despite the fear within her, she quelled it enough to remain calm and assertive. That this man seemed familiar, though they hadn't met yet, was sending up a red flag to her.

"I'm looking for my family." Her lips pressed together and while she didn't glare at him, her expression meant business. "If you know where they are, I suggest you start telling me where I can find them."

Mary was weaponless, but she'd find a way to fight if she had to - As far as she knew, her sons were in danger.

[go_downswinging]

Dean remembered when she was younger and she'd pushed him against the wall of the diner. It was the first time that he'd realized him mom could kick ass.

"Not a problem. There's a hotel over there." He pointed to the tall building, "and they can tell you where your family is." Dean was not about to say well your son is standing right in front of you. He'd leave that to his dad. There might have been a little vindictive glee in that thought but Dean would never voice it.

[mother_hunter]

Mary was actually a little surprised that the young man was so forthcoming. She had been expecting to fight, or at the very least get some sort of snarky remark considering she knew how she must look in her current state of dress.

She looked over to the tall building. "Thank you." Mary looked at him cautiously. It somehow seemed a little too easy. "Why are you helping me?"

It wasn't so much the answer she was looking for, but the way he answered it. If he gave her any suspicion, she'd think twice about going off into a building that could be a trap - whatever that might be.

Mary looked back at the hotel again and prayed silently for John and the boys to be there.

[winchester_john]

It had been a week, and John was finally starting to walk a little easier. Taking stock of the village, learning all he could, he was starting to find a routine. He itched, now and again, found himself looking over his shoulder or touching one of the weapons he kept on him for the comfort of protection, but he was starting to realize it wasn't altogether necessary here

[mother_hunter]

Mary quickly turned around. She knew that voice and in an instance she felt a rush of relief and guilt at the same time.

"John?" She took in the way he looked. He looked older than she last seen him. Older and somehow sadder. And then there was the fact he had a beard, which didn't look bad on him, but was different.

She was trying to keep herself in control. The panic, guilt, and worry that was swimming inside her had been kept at bay as best as possible, but now John was here. Mary didn't think twice as she hurried over to him.

"What happened?" He was clearly injured, which didn't make any sense. Her brow furrowed and she reached out to gently touch the side of his face with her finger tips.

Her lips pressed together as she fought the sting in her eyes. Her eyes went soft and apologetic and held a frighten look she only would let her husband see. "John. I've.. Sammy. There was someone in Sammy's room and I tried to get to him but when I opened the door I came here and... I can't find the boys."

[winchester_john]

His eyes shut on their own as her fingers brushed his cheek, head tipping and leaning into the touch. His hand lifted and caught hers, pressing it firmly against his cheek as his eyes opened again, filling swiftly with tears as he stared at her, desperate to believe and yet unable to let himself...

She looked just the way she had the night she'd died.

"He's...he's fine." he choked out, his voice hoarse and thick with pain. "He's..."

With one shaking hand, he reached out and laid it on her shoulder...slim, delicate, but solid and warm. Real...it was real beneath his touch.

He knew he should explain first, he should go for his gun and make sure she wasn't a spirit, he should do the logical and correct thing. He'd trained for this, this was all he knew anymore.

But instead, he hauled her close and pressed his face to her neck, eyes shut as she filled his lungs and fit into his arms...and proved that he was dead. He had to be, because this couldn't happen. This could never be real outside of his own personal version of Heaven.

[mother_hunter]

Mary was beyond confused. They were clearly not in their home or even in Lawerance. John was different, but yet, the same, though the tears in his eyes caused a pang of hurt in her chest.

But the moment John took her in his arms and she felt his warmth envelop her, all her worries went from a raging storm to a dull roar. He was solid against her. John always had the ability to reassure her just by holding her in his arms. He made things simpler.

She closed her eyes, the tears she had been fighting back escaped from the pressure, and she stayed close against him. "I don't understand." She murmured. The thoughts of her boys circled quietly in the back of her mind, but she trusted John.

Timed to after John brings Mary home and she meets Dean

[mother_hunter]

Mary was thankful that there were clothes waiting for her in what was apparently not only John's room, but hers as well. While it was strange to think that the village knew exactly what size she was, being able to be in something other than a nightgown was much appreciated.

She was still reveling over seeing Dean. He was a grown man. An adult. Just a few hours ago he had been a kid. It had been hard to even let him go and even now. In the back of her mind, she would wake up from this dream and they would be all gone. It was silly - John and Dean had simply gone out to get food - but it still worried her.

Mary exhaled slowly. She knew Sam was coming, John had said so. She wasn't sure how to feel, but she knew she needed to see for herself that Sam was alright.

Re: Timed to after John brings Mary home and she meets Dean

[thats_hellfire]

Sam really didn't know what was going on at the moment. He was still trying to deal with the fact that his Dad was in the village and all the mixed emotions that came with his presence. It was all enough to throw him off just a bit, so he felt strangely awkward as he walked to his father's room.

Pausing outside the door, he knocked and then reached to turn the handle as he let himself in slowly. "Dad?"

Re: Timed to after John brings Mary home and she meets Dean

[mother_hunter]

She didn't know how she was going to reach, but when she heard the knock and then that voice she felt a lump in her chest. Mary closed her eyes briefly and silently prayed that Sam wouldn't completely hate her for abandoning him.

She was slow to approach, coming into view slowly as if she were afraid to startle Sam. "..Sammy?" She paused once he came into view and she took a deep breath in. He was just a baby the last time she saw him, but somehow Mary knew this was her son. It was the same familiar feeling she had when she had seen Dean.

Re: Timed to after John brings Mary home and she meets Dean

[thats_hellfire]

It was like being punched in the gut as soon as his eyes landed on her. Everything that was inside of him twisted sharply at the sight of her an the blood drained from his face. "...Mom?"

[mother_hunter]

When they got to the hotel, Mary was happy to discover that the village was kind enough to put her in the same room as John - as it should be. When they got to the room, Mary was also happy to discover that there were some of her clothes already in the drawer which was nice considering all she had with her at that moment was her nightgown.

She walked out of the bedroom dressed in a pair of pants and a blouse. The shower was going with John in it, but Mary knew her sons would be here any moment.

[go_downswinging]

Dean had arrived at the door promptly after receiving the message from his dad. He had a pretty good idea of the who since he'd seen his mother earlier but it didn't stop his nerves from jumping.

He raised his hand to knock at the door and waited --- for his mom.

[mother_hunter]

Mary felt a lump in her throat as she walked to the door once she heard the knock. She paused at the door and took a deep breath before she opened it. Once she did, she paused and blinked.

It was him. The man she met when she first arrived. There was a moment of a stunned expression, but then suddenly it all became clear - why he was so familiar.

"Dean." She finally since in a soft breath of exhale.

[go_downswinging]

It wasn't like it was the first time that he'd seen her so the punch in the gut shouldn't have been as strong. It was. The softly spoken name did it.

"Didn't want to freak you out with a grown up son." Not the best of greetings but he wanted to get the reason for the lie out of the way.

Dean figured it was some genetic freak of nature that made him compelled to tell the truth with his mother and father. Anyone else, especially Sam he could lie without a regret, his parents were another story all together.