Supernatural: Mary Drabbles (10)
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Mary Campbell/Winchester/John Winchester, The Boys, her parents, yadda yadda.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,000 total
Author’s Note: Written for spnland challenge.
1. At five, Mary learned what was real. Her first hunt, her father joked. Her mother never thought it was funny. Mary certainly didn’t, either.
It followed him home. When work follows the average father home, it means scattered papers, late night faxes, maybe a fight between parents. For Mary, it meant that at five, she knew to fix the salt if her parents disrupted it. She never wanted to meet another hungry werewolf or find out just how vengeful a spirit could be.
It was just a scratch, her father told her. She wasn’t allowed to cry. She did anyway.
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2. She’s spacing out at work the first time they meet. He comes in, smeared in oil, smelling like cars and a hard day’s work. He snaps to get her attention and has the audacity to flirt when he hands her the folded $10 bill for his burger. His friends laugh and smack him on the back as they find a table.
Mary can’t stand John Winchester. She doesn’t get excited when he comes after work. She doesn’t look for him on days he doesn’t show. She keeps her face hard to his compliments, just like her daddy taught her.
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3. Cupid was given this case with an emphasis on how important it was. He was the best matchmaker Heaven had. He did what he always did. It didn’t work.
Mary Campbell and John Winchester despised each other, that’s what the angels said. That’s what it looked like to Cupid. But when he hit her heart with that arrow, nothing changed. She didn’t relent; she teased him as much as ever. He thought he’d failed somehow. But then Mary surprised both Cupid and John by saying “Yes” to that first date. Cupid realized he had never been needed at all.
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4. It was a simple enough question, but Mary had no answer.
“What do you want to do with your life?” John asks on their third date.
She makes it up, waxes poetic about things she’d never even considered, invents a future she can’t fully imagine with unfamiliar words like “babies” and “cooking” and “safety”. John smiles when she’s done, doesn’t burst out laughing like she’d half expected.
“That’s what I want, too,” he says warmly. “Something simple.”
It hadn’t seemed simple to Mary, but suddenly she wants to fight for it. That’s the night she decides to quit hunting.
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5. Her son smiles up at her, spit bubbles and stupid, happy eyes. He’s completely innocent, knows nothing about the things that haunted her childhood. She smiles, her heart leaping, because he never will know. He’ll be this perfect forever. She’s going to give him the kind of life people are brought into the world to live.
“Hey, baby,” she whispers into the crib.
“Mommy, you can’t keep hogging Sammy. He’s gonna fall asleep before I get to say goodnight.”
Mary laughs and pulls Dean onto her lap. She has finally lost count of the happy days in her life.
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6. She realizes in that moment she’ll die. She meets yellow eyes and suddenly remembers. The deal, the nightmare that brought it about. Somehow, she’d forgotten, and the warning that stranger had given her, she forgot that, too. It was tonight, and his name, it all suddenly clicks into place. That was her son, her Dean-she would never get to see him grow into that. She was going to miss his entire life.
She hears Sam make a sound and somehow knows he’ll survive. But she’s sure she won’t. She has ten seconds to think of everything she’ll miss.
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7. He dreams about her for years after that. He doesn’t understand what’s happening, that it’s bad or scary, not before he forgets the dream entirely. He likes it and misses it at first. He’d liked seeing her, was sure he loved her, felt safe with her watching above him. The warm drops of blood and fire, those things got pushed out of the dream. She’s beautiful and she loves him and Sam reaches out absently, sure he won’t reach but equally convinced he wants to. He thinks she’s something made up, and then, like all dreams, she stops existing.
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8. Dean tells Sam a lot of bedtime stories, but there’s one Sam loves more than the others. It’s about their mother, Dean insists it’s real, that she existed, and he can remember. She’s perfect, Sam can’t hear it enough.
“Do you ever think she’ll come back?”
“Of course, Sammy,” Dean replies. “If we believe enough, she’ll come back.”
Sam believes this for years. Then one night, Dean admits that all of the bedtime stories he told were never true-Santa Claus, the tooth fairy-and Sam realizes he was supposed to have given up on his mom years ago.
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9. Tears streaked down Mary’s face as she read the headstone for what felt like the thousandth time. She couldn’t believe that this was real, after so many years of happiness. John dead from a stroke didn’t make any sense. He was healthy and young. It wasn’t fair.
She felt Sam’s enormous hand supportive on her shoulder-they’d been so alike and she knew this was as hard for him as it was for her. She watched them fold the flag over his grave, white stripes reminding her of the wedding she wasn’t ever supposed to have, and said goodbye.
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10. Mary hated Dean that day. She knew how wrong that thought was, but she couldn’t help it. It wasn’t the son that she raised looking out at her, no matter how much more loving he was than usual. There was a desperate edge, something sharp in his eyes. Mary knew a hunter when she saw one.
Of course, Dean wasn’t a hunter. She had seen to that. So seeing this strange version of her son, this hint at what he would be like if he had been raised like she was-it was the ugliest thing she’d ever seen.
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Characters/Pairings: Mary Campbell/Winchester/John Winchester, The Boys, her parents, yadda yadda.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,000 total
Author’s Note: Written for spnland challenge.
1. At five, Mary learned what was real. Her first hunt, her father joked. Her mother never thought it was funny. Mary certainly didn’t, either.
It followed him home. When work follows the average father home, it means scattered papers, late night faxes, maybe a fight between parents. For Mary, it meant that at five, she knew to fix the salt if her parents disrupted it. She never wanted to meet another hungry werewolf or find out just how vengeful a spirit could be.
It was just a scratch, her father told her. She wasn’t allowed to cry. She did anyway.
_______________________________________________________________
2. She’s spacing out at work the first time they meet. He comes in, smeared in oil, smelling like cars and a hard day’s work. He snaps to get her attention and has the audacity to flirt when he hands her the folded $10 bill for his burger. His friends laugh and smack him on the back as they find a table.
Mary can’t stand John Winchester. She doesn’t get excited when he comes after work. She doesn’t look for him on days he doesn’t show. She keeps her face hard to his compliments, just like her daddy taught her.
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3. Cupid was given this case with an emphasis on how important it was. He was the best matchmaker Heaven had. He did what he always did. It didn’t work.
Mary Campbell and John Winchester despised each other, that’s what the angels said. That’s what it looked like to Cupid. But when he hit her heart with that arrow, nothing changed. She didn’t relent; she teased him as much as ever. He thought he’d failed somehow. But then Mary surprised both Cupid and John by saying “Yes” to that first date. Cupid realized he had never been needed at all.
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4. It was a simple enough question, but Mary had no answer.
“What do you want to do with your life?” John asks on their third date.
She makes it up, waxes poetic about things she’d never even considered, invents a future she can’t fully imagine with unfamiliar words like “babies” and “cooking” and “safety”. John smiles when she’s done, doesn’t burst out laughing like she’d half expected.
“That’s what I want, too,” he says warmly. “Something simple.”
It hadn’t seemed simple to Mary, but suddenly she wants to fight for it. That’s the night she decides to quit hunting.
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5. Her son smiles up at her, spit bubbles and stupid, happy eyes. He’s completely innocent, knows nothing about the things that haunted her childhood. She smiles, her heart leaping, because he never will know. He’ll be this perfect forever. She’s going to give him the kind of life people are brought into the world to live.
“Hey, baby,” she whispers into the crib.
“Mommy, you can’t keep hogging Sammy. He’s gonna fall asleep before I get to say goodnight.”
Mary laughs and pulls Dean onto her lap. She has finally lost count of the happy days in her life.
_______________________________________________________________
6. She realizes in that moment she’ll die. She meets yellow eyes and suddenly remembers. The deal, the nightmare that brought it about. Somehow, she’d forgotten, and the warning that stranger had given her, she forgot that, too. It was tonight, and his name, it all suddenly clicks into place. That was her son, her Dean-she would never get to see him grow into that. She was going to miss his entire life.
She hears Sam make a sound and somehow knows he’ll survive. But she’s sure she won’t. She has ten seconds to think of everything she’ll miss.
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7. He dreams about her for years after that. He doesn’t understand what’s happening, that it’s bad or scary, not before he forgets the dream entirely. He likes it and misses it at first. He’d liked seeing her, was sure he loved her, felt safe with her watching above him. The warm drops of blood and fire, those things got pushed out of the dream. She’s beautiful and she loves him and Sam reaches out absently, sure he won’t reach but equally convinced he wants to. He thinks she’s something made up, and then, like all dreams, she stops existing.
_______________________________________________________________
8. Dean tells Sam a lot of bedtime stories, but there’s one Sam loves more than the others. It’s about their mother, Dean insists it’s real, that she existed, and he can remember. She’s perfect, Sam can’t hear it enough.
“Do you ever think she’ll come back?”
“Of course, Sammy,” Dean replies. “If we believe enough, she’ll come back.”
Sam believes this for years. Then one night, Dean admits that all of the bedtime stories he told were never true-Santa Claus, the tooth fairy-and Sam realizes he was supposed to have given up on his mom years ago.
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9. Tears streaked down Mary’s face as she read the headstone for what felt like the thousandth time. She couldn’t believe that this was real, after so many years of happiness. John dead from a stroke didn’t make any sense. He was healthy and young. It wasn’t fair.
She felt Sam’s enormous hand supportive on her shoulder-they’d been so alike and she knew this was as hard for him as it was for her. She watched them fold the flag over his grave, white stripes reminding her of the wedding she wasn’t ever supposed to have, and said goodbye.
_______________________________________________________________
10. Mary hated Dean that day. She knew how wrong that thought was, but she couldn’t help it. It wasn’t the son that she raised looking out at her, no matter how much more loving he was than usual. There was a desperate edge, something sharp in his eyes. Mary knew a hunter when she saw one.
Of course, Dean wasn’t a hunter. She had seen to that. So seeing this strange version of her son, this hint at what he would be like if he had been raised like she was-it was the ugliest thing she’d ever seen.
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