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it's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light

Dec 28, 2011 05:49

Who: John and Mary Winchester
When: Wednesday night
Where: their apartment and then outside somewhere
Summary: Mary tells Dean that she's letting Tom Hanniger come recover at their apartment, Dean freaks the hell out and tells her that he's the one who put Tom in the hospital, Mary reacts very badly, Dean responds by running out into the Darkness. ( Read more... )

mary winchester, john winchester

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I wrote a thing failedparenting December 29 2011, 03:15:22 UTC

Mary made it clear she didn't want John to be there when she told Dean his body double was going to be living with them for a while. She explained that Dean was weird about Tom, and honestly, John didn't blame him. It's unsettling when you've got your own face staring back at you, talking with your voice and moving with your body. Well, John's situation was a little different than his son's, but the feeling had to be the same.

She also explained that she thought it would be easier, just one-on-one. Less of a production. John had an inking of an idea about what exactly she meant, but he decided not to push it.

So, he stayed in the living room while the two talked, watching a public-access documentary on something about SERO and public schools (he barely payed it attention) and cleaning their guns. It was relaxing, and it took his mind off the awkward as hell meeting he was going sit through with Tom.

He'd never tell Mary, but the prospect of meeting Tom was actually unnerving him a bit. The kid looked just like Dean, but he wasn't ( ... )

refrigeratormom December 29 2011, 03:21:28 UTC

John. John's voice penetrated through her fog just enough for her to realize that oh yeah, he existed, didn't he? And she was still sitting in their bedroom in their apartment as their son ran away. It took her a second to reply.

"Yeah," she answered thinly, voice wavering a little. The more Mary thought about the argument (or confrontation?) she'd just had, the more she wanted to cry. Dean attacked Tom. That alone was horrifying, but that Dean was capable of doing something that disgusting was like a kick to the stomach. Maybe it was about Hell. Maybe that's what Hell did to people.

Oh god, Hell. He was actually in Hell. Mary tried so hard to think about it that the new evidence of the hell it wreaked on him made her stomach lurch sickly.

shit tag is shit failedparenting December 29 2011, 03:54:24 UTC

He knew that waver in her voice. She was holding something back and nearly failing. Whatever happened between the two of them, it had to be damn serious to crack her normally rock-solid resolve. The last thing he saw do that was her dad bleeding out in front of them. Fuck, was someone dead?

John pushed the door open, a bit too forcefully, to see Mary sitting on the edge of the bed, looking sick and white as a sheet. He crossed the room instantly to kneel in front of her. "Babe," he said, taking her hands into his (a lousy attempt at comfort, he thought, but comfort nonetheless).

"Baby, what happened? Are you okay? You look-" No, not like hell, that would make it worse. "You look spooked."

Re: shit tag is shit refrigeratormom December 29 2011, 04:14:53 UTC

"It was Dean." She looked at John slowly, eyes wide as they found her husband's. "He did it. He was the one who attacked Tom. He almost killed him."

She felt sick.

"John, do you know what our son did? What he's capable of?" That was the real thing bothering her. The real reason she felt like she was going to throw up or scream- the thought that her son, her Dean was so far gone that he could do something that horrible. It was the look in his eye when he told her, the wild self-hate in him when she told him harshly not to touch her.

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