Cursed
Summary: Her family was cursed.
Mary Campbell hadn't been a normal child growing up. Sure, she had friends and she went to school, sometimes going to games and dances. But most of her time after school was spent with her father teaching her how to clean guns while her mother kept herself busy in the kitchen. By the time she was fifteen, she had killed more creatures than she could count. While other girls had boyfriends and were having sleepovers, she was learning more about the hunting lifestyle.
When she first met John Winchester, she didn't like him. He was much too charming, with that smile and those eyes of his that sparkled. And he'd known just how to get under her skin. They'd argue a lot. Her friend, Tiffany Riley used to tease her about that, saying that they only fought because they secretly had feelings for one another. Mary supposed that was true, had ended up falling for him. What she'd loved most about John was how unlike her father or they young men of her father's friends, he was. He still had hope, despite having been in the Marines.
She hadn't known what Azazeal had been planning all those years ago, when she'd made the deal with him. He said it was something she wouldn't miss and she'd been so desperate. She couldn't just let John die. Not when she'd already lost both of her parents.
For ten years, Mary and John lived a normal life. They got married and had jobs and eventually, she forgot all about the deal she'd once made. When Dean had been born, she'd been so happy. The boy had been a spitfire, swinging high on the swings and jumping off, running around like a bullet. And when Sam had been born, Dean had been so sweet, always wanting to see his baby brother and hold him.
The night Azazeal came to reap the benefits, Sam was six months old, Dean was four, and she'd put them both to bed. Something bothered her but she couldn't think of what. She'd went to sleep, only to be awakened by the sound of Sammy crying coming from the baby monitor.
The rest of what had happened was a bit of a blur, she remembered realizing it wasn't John standing over Sam's crib, and those disturbingly familiar, yet unusual eyes. She remembered being lifted onto the ceiling, being cut into her stomach, and set on fire.
She watched over her family, seeing how much her younger son was like how she used to be. How desperately he wanted to get out of the hunting life and be safe. She watched Dean take care of Sammy. She watched John become someone she didn't recognize. Someone who was seeking revenge.
Mary had witnessed the death of Jessica and mourned the loss. Her baby boy had been planning on marrying this girl. He'd loved her that much. Yet, she was taken from him.
She witnessed Dean having to end things with Lisa, and how Sam's friend, Amy was killed. She watched Sam suffer from hallucinations of Lucifer after being in the cage with him and suffer the memories of hell, she watched Dean perform the torture he'd learned from Allaistair. If she could go back, she'd have never dated John. Certainly it would be better for Sam and Dean to have never been born than to have lived this life. John would probably still be alive and married to someone with grown kids and some grandkids. Unfortunately, that was never meant to be.
The End
