About Mary (Mary Drabbles, PG)
I'm sad because I fell asleep yesterday and failed to enter two challenges at spnland I had ideas for. But hey, I still haven't posted my last two drabble entries.
Title: About Mary
Author: Vera
Pairing: John/Mary
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Me no own
Word Count: 1000
Summary: 10 drabbles, each counting 100 words, all about Mary. Varying POVs.
John Winchester and Mary Campbell. I sometimes wonder what it is that’s so very special about the two of them. I know it is not my place, and I would never voice those forbidden thoughts for fear of getting demoted, but it was just unusual. How much effort we spend to get these two to fall in love, no matter what. To have them crave each other. Perfect match. I know we need more vessels, can’t let the rare blood lines run out, but this? I hope I get to meet their children one day. Maybe then I will understand.
**
From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was the one. It just made sense. She was the one I’d marry. She’d have my children. She was my future, my everything. Of course it was still a struggle to get her to go out with me and she hasn’t said yes quite yet, but I’m getting there. I just know it. Though she’s always happy and all smiles, she seems to have secrets, something dark, underlying. But that’s okay. Nothing our love won’t be able to overcome. And she’s still just perfect. Perfect for me. My Mary.
**
The ghost is vicious, sending knives flying my way. I duck, raise my shotgun, aim, dissolve it. But it never lasts, he always comes back. The intervals are getting shorter now. Maybe shouldn’t have gone out solo after all, but I can take care of myself, can find those damn remains before it kills me. Finally I find the lose plank in the floor, get it up, spot the bones underneath it. I salt and burn as quickly as I can. Still sends me flying to the wall before I’m done. Shirt ruined. So much for date night with John.
**
I’m getting fat now and loving each second of it. It means I can’t hunt, even if I wanted to. Which is a good thing. My body still craves it, much as my mind has closed off on this chapter already. The workout, the excitement, the satisfaction. But I get all of that from John now. And we’ll be complete soon. Then I won’t even think about it anymore. The little one will need all of my attention. Will need me to protect him from what’s out there. Will need his mommy in one piece. No more hunts. Ever.
**
I forget about it now, sometimes. Forget about the things in the dark, forget to be afraid. But something always brings it back. We moved into a new apartment just the other week, me, John and little baby Dean. Everything seemed perfect. But then the noises started, every night, 2 a.m. like clockwork. A pattern. That’s how I knew. Didn’t take much research to find out who was murdered here, at 2 a.m. on a Thursday last spring. I told John we need to move again. Pesky neighbors. Could have taken care of the spirit instead. I didn’t.
**
Dean is three now and he always gets excited as soon as he hears the sirens. I practically have to hold him back by sheer force before he runs out one day to just follow. “Wanna be a fireman one day, momma.” He says. “Save people.” Then he grins at me and I wonder. Is my side of the family coming through? Hunting wasn’t all bad. Not all the time. But I’ll be damned before I let my oldest turn into me. I will protect them from the true evil out there with all my might. They can never know.
**
I wonder about the lone hunter sometimes. I forgot his name, even though I swore I’d never. Left me alone right after dad died. Maybe he had something to do with it after all. Maybe he set it up. I will never know. But that warning he gave me. Wish I’d remember the date. But it was probably a set up, too. Still. It felt real. Some nights, I dream about it. Especially lately, ever since little Sammy’s born. Then I wake up shaking and shivering. But I can never remember the date. Just the way he looked at me.
**
I watched her grow, watched her settle, watched her give up her life to be with that stupid husband of hers. I should be happy there’s one hunter less to worry about, but there was always something special about Mary. I watch the others, too. All my special projects. But Mary? She’s one of a kind. I’m drawn to her, drawn to her family. There’s an odour around them, a flair of something. Almost stinks of angel, but there’s more. I can’t wait until the time is up and I get to meet the second-born.
**
I can only blame it on my extreme fatigue for taking care of two kids and a husband, but there’s no excuse, really. I shouldn’t have let my guard down like that. Stupid. So stupid. Thinking my life could be normal. I’m a hunter. Born and raised. There was never any getting out of it. Should have known. It’s too late now, he’s here and I didn’t even spot him right away. Thought he was John. How could I? I will never forgive myself. What’s he doing to my boy? I need to stop him. I will fight. Have to.
**
Some days, I hate her. And then I hate myself even more. But ever since I found out about the deal she made, that Sammy owes it all to her, all the pain and suffering she caused him… Some days, it’s just there. I know why she did it though. Hell, me of all people knows what deals you make when the one person you love most dies, but still. I only damned myself, she damned her whole family. Wish I could have stopped her, made a difference, left an impact on her. But she still died. Nothing changed.
Title: About Mary
Author: Vera
Pairing: John/Mary
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Me no own
Word Count: 1000
Summary: 10 drabbles, each counting 100 words, all about Mary. Varying POVs.
John Winchester and Mary Campbell. I sometimes wonder what it is that’s so very special about the two of them. I know it is not my place, and I would never voice those forbidden thoughts for fear of getting demoted, but it was just unusual. How much effort we spend to get these two to fall in love, no matter what. To have them crave each other. Perfect match. I know we need more vessels, can’t let the rare blood lines run out, but this? I hope I get to meet their children one day. Maybe then I will understand.
**
From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was the one. It just made sense. She was the one I’d marry. She’d have my children. She was my future, my everything. Of course it was still a struggle to get her to go out with me and she hasn’t said yes quite yet, but I’m getting there. I just know it. Though she’s always happy and all smiles, she seems to have secrets, something dark, underlying. But that’s okay. Nothing our love won’t be able to overcome. And she’s still just perfect. Perfect for me. My Mary.
**
The ghost is vicious, sending knives flying my way. I duck, raise my shotgun, aim, dissolve it. But it never lasts, he always comes back. The intervals are getting shorter now. Maybe shouldn’t have gone out solo after all, but I can take care of myself, can find those damn remains before it kills me. Finally I find the lose plank in the floor, get it up, spot the bones underneath it. I salt and burn as quickly as I can. Still sends me flying to the wall before I’m done. Shirt ruined. So much for date night with John.
**
I’m getting fat now and loving each second of it. It means I can’t hunt, even if I wanted to. Which is a good thing. My body still craves it, much as my mind has closed off on this chapter already. The workout, the excitement, the satisfaction. But I get all of that from John now. And we’ll be complete soon. Then I won’t even think about it anymore. The little one will need all of my attention. Will need me to protect him from what’s out there. Will need his mommy in one piece. No more hunts. Ever.
**
I forget about it now, sometimes. Forget about the things in the dark, forget to be afraid. But something always brings it back. We moved into a new apartment just the other week, me, John and little baby Dean. Everything seemed perfect. But then the noises started, every night, 2 a.m. like clockwork. A pattern. That’s how I knew. Didn’t take much research to find out who was murdered here, at 2 a.m. on a Thursday last spring. I told John we need to move again. Pesky neighbors. Could have taken care of the spirit instead. I didn’t.
**
Dean is three now and he always gets excited as soon as he hears the sirens. I practically have to hold him back by sheer force before he runs out one day to just follow. “Wanna be a fireman one day, momma.” He says. “Save people.” Then he grins at me and I wonder. Is my side of the family coming through? Hunting wasn’t all bad. Not all the time. But I’ll be damned before I let my oldest turn into me. I will protect them from the true evil out there with all my might. They can never know.
**
I wonder about the lone hunter sometimes. I forgot his name, even though I swore I’d never. Left me alone right after dad died. Maybe he had something to do with it after all. Maybe he set it up. I will never know. But that warning he gave me. Wish I’d remember the date. But it was probably a set up, too. Still. It felt real. Some nights, I dream about it. Especially lately, ever since little Sammy’s born. Then I wake up shaking and shivering. But I can never remember the date. Just the way he looked at me.
**
I watched her grow, watched her settle, watched her give up her life to be with that stupid husband of hers. I should be happy there’s one hunter less to worry about, but there was always something special about Mary. I watch the others, too. All my special projects. But Mary? She’s one of a kind. I’m drawn to her, drawn to her family. There’s an odour around them, a flair of something. Almost stinks of angel, but there’s more. I can’t wait until the time is up and I get to meet the second-born.
**
I can only blame it on my extreme fatigue for taking care of two kids and a husband, but there’s no excuse, really. I shouldn’t have let my guard down like that. Stupid. So stupid. Thinking my life could be normal. I’m a hunter. Born and raised. There was never any getting out of it. Should have known. It’s too late now, he’s here and I didn’t even spot him right away. Thought he was John. How could I? I will never forgive myself. What’s he doing to my boy? I need to stop him. I will fight. Have to.
**
Some days, I hate her. And then I hate myself even more. But ever since I found out about the deal she made, that Sammy owes it all to her, all the pain and suffering she caused him… Some days, it’s just there. I know why she did it though. Hell, me of all people knows what deals you make when the one person you love most dies, but still. I only damned myself, she damned her whole family. Wish I could have stopped her, made a difference, left an impact on her. But she still died. Nothing changed.