Loose Ends 4/?
Title: Loose Ends (sequel to "The Visitor")
Characters: Mary Winchester, Sam, Dean, Missouri, Castiel and Bobby in later chapters.
Summary: Mary Winchester is back in the world of the living and finally reunited with her sons, now what?
Sequel to "The Visitor" (You must read it first to know what's going on). AU after "On The Head Of A Pin".
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The motel room was… well, a motel room. Nothing special about it. It had a not very clean and really small bathroom, TV, two beds and no Magic Fingers to Dean’s dismay.
Only one room because the boys wanted to keep Mary in sight.
After their encounter with the demon on the road they had decided that the best option was to stick together. They didn’t know who was he after.
Dean took the last of the duffel bags from the car and into the room, while Sam put salt around windows and doors. Mary simply sat in one of the beds, staring at them, sadness growing inside of her. She felt like an invisible hand was oppressing her heart and fought hard not to cry. Her sons were securing the house with rock salt and symbols and getting their guns ready as if they were preparing dinner. It was a routine for them, she noted, just like brushing your teeth before going to bed.
- “This is not what I wanted for you”, she whispered.
They stopped and looked at her confused.
- “What?”
- “This”, she said motioning to the salt and guns. “This is not what I wanted for you. I wanted you to be normal.”
Sam could understand perfectly her feelings. Once, not so long ago, he had wanted normalcy too. He had savored normalcy before everything was taken from him. He hated the fact that she could feel guilty about that. They had already discussed the matter and he understood her reasons to make the deal that had saved John’s life once. After all, if she hadn’t made that deal Dean and himself wouldn’t be alive. And if you have to choose between this life and not life at all…
Dean in the other hand knew what had happened the day deal was made. Hell, he had been there! He remembered how he had tried to warn her, telling her not go get out of bed the night of the fire. Why hadn’t she listened to him? He looked at her mother angrily. Did she remember any of that?
Their eyes locked and he realized she did.
- “You do remember what I told you, don’t you? You know it was me, right? I warned you…”
She looked away.
- “You could have stopped all of this before it started!”
Sam was confused for a minute, completely lost. Then he remembered what Dean had told him about his little time-travel experience and all made sense. He felt the urge to protect his mother. Dean was angry and wasn’t thinking clearly.
- “What would have changed, Dean?”, he asked his brother calmly. “The demon… He wanted me. He… He gave me his blood and that couldn’t be stopped. Okay, she wouldn’t have died, but you would not know that there was something evil in me…”
Dean opened his mouth to reply to that, but Sam held up his hand telling him that he needed to finish.
- “You wouldn’t know there was something evil in me ‘til it was too late. I would have probably killed all of you because you wouldn’t be prepared. Don’t blame Mom for that. She gave her life trying to protect me. Don’t blame her for that because you would’ve done the same thing. You did the same thing…”
Dean said nothing. He tried to digest Sam’s words. They made sense. He hated how Sam always seems to be the rational one and he hated that he was right this time. The fact was that he could understand his mom perfectly. They had both died to save Sammy…
- “I’m sorry, Mom.”
- “It’s okay, my angel. Nobody blames me more than I do.”
The room went quiet. Dean felt really awkward. He cleared his throat and resumed cleaning the guns without a word.
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All three Winchesters had been soundly asleep for hours. They had finally given in to exhaustion and they were getting the much needed rest.
Sam and Dean were sharing a bed. It had been a long time since they had slept in the same bed, and back then Dean was still taller than his younger brother. Sharing such a limited space with the brick wall his Sammy was now was pretty uncomfortable. Sam might take most of the bed, but Dean made sure he took all the blankets. He wrapped himself up tighter in all the blankets and smiled happily in his sleep.
Mary waited until her sons were finally asleep to close her eyes.
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Something woke Sam in the middle of the night. He stayed in bed, eyes closed and not moving, trying to identify the source of the noise that had interrupted his sleep. He heard something moving around the room. He turn on the lights and sat up in bed. Or maybe he sat up and turn on the lights… He didn’t know the order.
There was a man sitting on a chair besides the window. His hands were resting on his knees and he was smiling at Sam. His calmness was creeping Sam out.
- “Hello Sam.”
Sam stood up but didn’t go near the stranger.
Mary, who had woken up, was the first to speak.
- “Who are you?”
As an answer his eyes turned black, and Mary paled.
Dean sat up in bed groggily, looking around half asleep. When he saw the demon he rapidly took the knife he kept under his pillow and stood up.
The demon smirked, not bothering to move from the chair. He looked at Dean, taking in his appearance. Dean was in boxers and t-shirt, his hair all ruffled.
- “So you are… him?” He giggled.
- “What do you want?”
- “I’m here to stop you from becoming one of them, Dean.”
Dean looked at him clearly confused.
- “What?”
The demon looked surprised, but a glance at Mary and he smiled knowingly.
- “So you haven’t told him yet…”
Sam looked from the demon to his mother, then from Dean to the demon and finally back at Mary.
- “What is he talking about?”
- “This is getting really interesting…”, the demon said clearly pleased with the situation.
- “To sum up, your brother is the chosen one to defeat Lucifer. He’s kind of an… angel and I had been keeping his grace for him since the day he was born. That’s why I knew Castiel.”
That left them all speechless.
Dean simply stared at his mom. He was a what??! That couldn’t be… There was nothing… angelical about him. Sure, a few women would disagree with him but… an angel?! Come on!
Sam chuckled. Dean Winchester an angel?! Ha, didn’t they know him?
Dean was the first to speak.
- “A fricking angel?! You got to be kidding me… Mom?”
Mary simply nodded.
- “Well, not exactly an angel.” The demon said walking up to him. “I’m here to stop you from getting your grace back and becoming...” He gestured up to the ceiling, disgusted “… one of them.”
- “It’s too late.”
They all turned to look at Castiel who had appeared as if by magic.
Now it was the demon’s turn to look shocked.
- “What??!”
- “He has his grace. You are too late”, Castiel stated calmly.
- “You’re lying.”
- “Angels don’t lie.
The demon snorted at that.
- “Yeah, sure... Don’t toy with me.”
- “I’m not… toying with you.”
The three Winchesters were watching the demon-angel exchange as if it were a tennis match.
- “Shut up!”
They all looked at Dean surprised by the sudden outburst.
- “But how… when…” He was trying to get his mind around the whole thing.
- “The night you and your mother met.” Castiel responded. “It was… an automatic response. You and your grace are two parts of the same being that belong together, like a puzzle. So the moment you were in the same room and you touched…”
- “But I don’t feel any different.”
- “Are you sure? You were broken, Dean. You felt sad, exhausted… Are you telling me that you don’t feel better now? More confident? Stronger? Happier…? There was something missing and you found it. And I suppose that being reunited with your mother didn’t hurt either…”
Mary smirked.
- “Geez Castiel. You sure know how to make a girl feel special.”
Then the demon coughed to get their attention and smirked in a way that creeped Sam out.
- “I’m sorry I have to be the party pooper here, but I’m afraid I’ll have to spoil your nice little family moment. Dean has his grace back? Okay, then you’ll have to prove it.”
And with that he drew a gun from his jacket, aimed it at Mary and shoot. Then he turned to Dean and did the same.
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Chapter 5