Death Of Normal 1/1
Written for au_bingo card, square "Fantasy & Supernatural -- author's choice".
Summary: A Huntress and a supernatural being try to raise their sons as normal people would -- until the night their baby turns six months old.
It wasn't supposed to happen this way.
She came from a long line of supernatural hunters. She wasn't supposed to fall in love with something supernatural.
But she had.
His kind had been hunted by hers for centuries. He wasn't supposed to fall in love with a Huntress.
But he had.
She turned her back on her family. He did the same. They pretended to be a normal couple in a small Kansas town.
They had two small children and intended to raise them as normal little boys.
Until the night their youngest turned six months old.
He had felt 'off' all day. As if a storm was gathering. He'd dozed off in his oldest's room.
He was jolted to full awakeness by her scream. He raced down the short hall to find her pinned to his baby's ceiling, groaning in pain as a man telekinetically began to slice her belly open.
Summoning the Wind, he knocked the man off his feet, surprising him so that she dropped into her husband's arms.
The stranger hissed, yellow eyes flashing. The stranger gestured, and fire shot onto the ceiling, beginning to spread.
"Seriously?" he snarled. "Seriously? Fire?" He Summoned it - but it resisted. There was too much and he was too out of practice.
As he fought it, the stranger vanished, but not before clocking him hard enough to make his forehead bleed.
He dashed to the hallway and tenderly lay her down. Then he ran back inside and lifted his screaming baby.
His oldest appeared in the hallway. "Daddy?"
He thrust the baby into the child's arms. "Take your brother outside as fast as you can! Don't look back!" When the boy hesitated, he yelled, "Now, Dean! Go!"
The boy spun and ran. He lifted his wife -- eliciting a small groan of pain -- and followed.
Leaving their home to burn.
The belly wound was deep but small. She would recover with only a scar.
And John Winchester could only think, as he sat in the hospital room holding his sleeping wife's hand, that if he'd been a normal man in truth instead of an Elemental Witch, his Mary might be dead.
As it was, baby Sammy had had mysterious blood smeared on his mouth and Dean had grown silent and scared. John had caught him that next morning amusing Sammy by turning his teething ring to ice and back again.
Something deep inside told John that his family might have survived -- but their normal life had died forever.
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Summary: A Huntress and a supernatural being try to raise their sons as normal people would -- until the night their baby turns six months old.
It wasn't supposed to happen this way.
She came from a long line of supernatural hunters. She wasn't supposed to fall in love with something supernatural.
But she had.
His kind had been hunted by hers for centuries. He wasn't supposed to fall in love with a Huntress.
But he had.
She turned her back on her family. He did the same. They pretended to be a normal couple in a small Kansas town.
They had two small children and intended to raise them as normal little boys.
Until the night their youngest turned six months old.
He had felt 'off' all day. As if a storm was gathering. He'd dozed off in his oldest's room.
He was jolted to full awakeness by her scream. He raced down the short hall to find her pinned to his baby's ceiling, groaning in pain as a man telekinetically began to slice her belly open.
Summoning the Wind, he knocked the man off his feet, surprising him so that she dropped into her husband's arms.
The stranger hissed, yellow eyes flashing. The stranger gestured, and fire shot onto the ceiling, beginning to spread.
"Seriously?" he snarled. "Seriously? Fire?" He Summoned it - but it resisted. There was too much and he was too out of practice.
As he fought it, the stranger vanished, but not before clocking him hard enough to make his forehead bleed.
He dashed to the hallway and tenderly lay her down. Then he ran back inside and lifted his screaming baby.
His oldest appeared in the hallway. "Daddy?"
He thrust the baby into the child's arms. "Take your brother outside as fast as you can! Don't look back!" When the boy hesitated, he yelled, "Now, Dean! Go!"
The boy spun and ran. He lifted his wife -- eliciting a small groan of pain -- and followed.
Leaving their home to burn.
The belly wound was deep but small. She would recover with only a scar.
And John Winchester could only think, as he sat in the hospital room holding his sleeping wife's hand, that if he'd been a normal man in truth instead of an Elemental Witch, his Mary might be dead.
As it was, baby Sammy had had mysterious blood smeared on his mouth and Dean had grown silent and scared. John had caught him that next morning amusing Sammy by turning his teething ring to ice and back again.
Something deep inside told John that his family might have survived -- but their normal life had died forever.
END