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Warnings:Slash(kinda), character death, mentions of mpreg and language.
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I feel safe here
wrapped in your arms.
I'm resting in your love
warm and comfy.
I open my eyes
just to see your warm smile.
I return it, feeling our tension
drain with the setting sun.
I'm crying
staring at the gaping wound
tearing your chest open
and exposing my heart.
You smile again,
wiping away my tears, but
leaving bloody streaks
in their wake
I'm sobbing harder
as I see a
familiar face.
Your brother turned angel.
I refuse to let go
even when Sam tries,
unsuccessfully,
to pry me away.
I may have seen this before
but I don't like it.
We said forever
but forever didn't last.
I cry harder
as he takes you away.
I damn these emotions
and damn these feelings.
That moment
I make a vow
to never be loved
by anyone ever again.
I can't promise
to never love again.
This little one deserves
double the love I can ever give.
I give myself to her wholly,
living only to keep her alive.
I don't notice how
I'm slipping slowly.
22 years later,
she's by my bedside,
bandaging my cuts
from continuing your work.
You wouldn't have wanted
her to continue the
"family business" but it was
her choice and I couldn't refuse her.
She killed her first monster
at age 4 with
her hand-made crossbow.
You would have been proud.
It was a vamp
who had
"gotten the drop"
on me.
She crept up behind it
cute silent death.
I didn't notice her until
the vampire exploded into dust
in front of me,
leaving a beaming brunette behind.
She pulls me to the present
by yanking rather hard on
a large shard of glass
imbedded in my arm.
She asks why
I'm so quiet.
I stay silent
remembering you.
She stretches,
turquoise wings flaring,
sending pride to my soul
and
tears to my eyes.
It's only a few days later
when I finally
give up,
being surprised by a very vengeful spirit.
She drives up,
looking so much
like you behind the wheel
of your precious baby.
She jumps out of the car
and is by my side so fast
I would have sworn
that it was you.
She's pressing against my chest,
blood seeping between pale digits
bringing memories of that fateful day
to the forefront of my waning mind.
She's screaming at me
to stay alive
that help will be there soon.
"Soon" will be far too late.
She's crouched in front of me,
gun with rock-salt in one hand
dagger in the other,
screaming threats at
the approaching figure.
She gasps,
dropping the gun and knife
when you approach,
shaking her head in disbelief.
You walk around her,
taking my hand in yours
as you kneel next to my head.
I had never felt more loved than right then.
You lightly scold me,
saying I've gotten soft
with a twinkle in your blessedly green eyes
and a laugh twitching those ever full lips.
She snaps out of her shock,
climbing over me
to kneel at my other side
taking my other hand.
She's staring into
my dimming eyes
while pleading with you
to save me.
You shake your head,
using the over used line of
"It's his time to go"
for the gazillionth time.
Out of seemingly nowhere,
Sam appears
urgently demanding that
you needed to go before Death arrived.
Hurrying up,
you give a hug to our daughter
telling her that you're proud
and that you'll talk later.
You grab me,
gently separating
her hand from mine
causing more tears to fall from
her aquamarine eyes.
You move at a brisk walk
away from our daughter
and
the approaching black clothed figure
She's pulled out of her grief,
springing onto her feet
while brandishing
the gun hidden in the small of her back.
"If anything is wrong with Mom
when I come home,
I'll kick your feathered ass!
Even if you are my dad!"
She shouts back at us,
having turned her back
and
aiming the handgun
at Death,
although the gesture is useless.
Sam takes off first,
strong wings pushing him far
in a single stroke.
Once Sam's toes are off the ground,
we're next
your pearly wings
lifting us faster than I've ever known.
My last memory of Earth,
the place my Father loved so
goddamn much,
was my daughter
gun raised towards
what all men fear the most.
We're only 30 seconds from home
when you ask the one question
I know
you have no idea of the answer
"What's her name?"
There's frustration hidden there,
telling me
my plan worked.
"Mary Ellen Winchester."
I notice the pain's
stopped
as we touch down.
I'm home
for the last time
and
it's never felt so good.
-(-)-(-)-
Down on Earth,
a long haired, lithe fire brunette
holds a gun towards
a wrinkled man in a black suit.
"I don't make deals."
"I don't want a whole deal.
Just 5 years.
After that I'll drop dead anywhere."
"I commend your bravery,
but I am not here for you.
Not yet, anyway.
Since my quarry has escaped,
I shall take my leave."
The figure turns to leave,
then turns back to face
the glaring girl one last time.
"But know this,
when it's your time to leave,
I will remember this day
and
you may not go where you want."
With that promise
calmly hissed
Death walks away.
"I'm not worried.
My parents
wouldn't let anything
happen to me.
I'm their little
Angel."
She whispered,
still staring at the
retreating figure
as two tears trail
down her face,
meeting at her
chin and falling,
joined as one.
"Just like my parents"
she happily thought,
turning back to
the black '69 Impala
that was her:
nursery
safe place
home,
and smiled
at the precious cargo
babbling at her
from the backseat,
blissfully ignorant of
what just transpired
between his momma
and Death.
As she slid into
the driver's seat,
Mary looked back at
the baby giggling
happily in his car-seat
while "noming" his foot.
"Gwanma?"
The 18 month old
still had his foot in hand
but now sported a
confused look
as he searched for
the figure normally
sitting up front next to Momma.
"Grandma's not here anymore.
But let's not dwell on that.
Hows about we find a
crummy cheap motel room
to spend the night in
before we go
see Great-Uncle Bobby, huh?
Sound good?"
She smiled,
watching as a giant grin
spread across his chubby face,
any concerns for Castiel
wiped away by the promise
of seeing the gruff hunter
who helped raise her and
her father and uncle.
Restarting her father's
most beloved material possession,
she casts another
joyful glance back
her precious baby boy.
Not even Azazel, Michael,
Lucifer or any other
angel/demon could make
her give him up.
He may be the result
of a drunken bar fling,
but she couldn't love him more.
She sets her sights on the road
as she turns the car around,
the comforting purr of her strong engine
thrumming through the wheel to her fingers.
Reassuring herself more than him,
she murmurs a promise
"It's gonna be okay.
I promise it's gonna be okay,
Samuel Dean Winchester."
How'd you like? Review and please tell me if you like the Ocs' names. I'm really iffy on the boy's, but then again I'm weird like that. Again don't forget to vote in the poll! I won't post another story or chapter until I get at least two votes!