All last night, sat on the levee and moaned
Who?: Mr. and Mrs. Winchester
When: Around 2 am on Sunday
Where: The baseball field, then Mary's apartment.
Summary: In which a husband and wife are reunited.
Warnings: Sex, angst, and possibly some violence. Three great tastes that taste great together.
[John's first thought after opening his eyes is Jesus, I feel like I was hit by a truck. His second is No shit, I was just hit by a truck. But then it occurs to him that the pain is different. It's not dull and sharp and a jumble of every kind of pain under the sun anymore; it's more of an entire body ache. Even weirder, the previous ache of broken bones in his right arm is gone entirely.
He sits up, wrestling off the sling, and takes in his surroundings. It looks like a baseball field, but one that's been abandoned for a while. There's things posted along the sides, he notices, but the things they say..... Jesus, where the hell is he?
With a sick drop in his stomach, he realizes the Colt is no longer in his hand. Frantically, he pats himself down, and finding nothing, scrambles to his feet. He spots it a few yards away next to a pothole that looks more like a crater. He makes his way over slowly, back and legs protesting quite loudly.
Being so preoccupied and in pain, one could forgive him not seeing a shadowy figure making its way toward him in the darkness.]
When: Around 2 am on Sunday
Where: The baseball field, then Mary's apartment.
Summary: In which a husband and wife are reunited.
Warnings: Sex, angst, and possibly some violence. Three great tastes that taste great together.
[John's first thought after opening his eyes is Jesus, I feel like I was hit by a truck. His second is No shit, I was just hit by a truck. But then it occurs to him that the pain is different. It's not dull and sharp and a jumble of every kind of pain under the sun anymore; it's more of an entire body ache. Even weirder, the previous ache of broken bones in his right arm is gone entirely.
He sits up, wrestling off the sling, and takes in his surroundings. It looks like a baseball field, but one that's been abandoned for a while. There's things posted along the sides, he notices, but the things they say..... Jesus, where the hell is he?
With a sick drop in his stomach, he realizes the Colt is no longer in his hand. Frantically, he pats himself down, and finding nothing, scrambles to his feet. He spots it a few yards away next to a pothole that looks more like a crater. He makes his way over slowly, back and legs protesting quite loudly.
Being so preoccupied and in pain, one could forgive him not seeing a shadowy figure making its way toward him in the darkness.]