Title: Safe

Summary: It was over. They were safe. And Mary Winchester had made herself forget.

Spoilers: Major Spoilers for "In The Beginning," and mentions of "The Pilot," and AHBL Part 1.

Disclaimer: I may be holding Dean prisoner, but the show still doesn't belong to me. Um…did I say that out loud? I mean…Dean's still missing? Wow, that's too bad. ;)

A/N: God is amazing. :) Never have I ever been able to write this many stories so quickly. I don't know if it's something about the episode, or God is just being incredibly kind, but either way I give Him all the glory.

A/N2: I've read many wonderful Mary POVs, and I know there are a number of them already, but this little bunny just wouldn't leave me alone. I couldn't resist trying to pull together all the threads Kripke's dangled in front of us. It's also my attempt to explain why Mary reacted the way she did in the Pilot.

I hope you enjoy it! :)


Safe

Mary Winchester had made herself forget.

Everything.

Hunting, her parents' deaths, the demon, the deal…all of it.

She couldn't let herself remember. If she had, then every time she'd looked at John, all she would have remembered was the sound of his neck snapping, the limp way he'd lain in her arms…

So, she'd forgotten.

The hunter in her knew how dangerous that was, knew that ignorance could get you killed, but she'd buried that too, refusing to listen to the instincts that were screaming at her.

She had a normal life now, and they were safe.

They were safe.

As the years had passed - normal, happy years - she'd actually started to believe it. And that night, when the baby monitor woke her, she didn't have a reason to believe anything else.

Her eyes fluttered open at Sammy's soft, fussing cries, and she reached over to the nightstand to turn on the lamp.

"John?" she asked sleepily. It was his turn. But his side of the bed was empty.

Sighing, she slipped out from under the covers and walked across the hallway to Sammy's nursery. John was already there, face hidden in the shadows, standing over Sammy's crib.

"John?" she asked again, trying to rub the sleep from her eyes. "Is he hungry?"

John just shushed her and she shrugged.

"Okay."

She was too tired to argue.

Sighing once more, she started across the hall, but paused when she saw a light flickering. Frowning, she walked over and tapped it with her finger. She loved the house they'd bought, but the wiring sometimes gave them problems. They'd probably have to call the electrician tomorrow.

Shaking her head a little, she moved back towards their room, but stopped again. Another light was flickering, this time in the living room. Her frown reappearing, she moved down the stairs…and froze.

John was asleep in front of the TV, an old, black-and-white war movie playing on the screen.

Horror ran through her veins like ice. Someone was in her house, in Sammy's room, and Mary didn't think, she just ran. She ran until she reached the nursery, grabbing the doorway to stop her momentum.

Yellow eyes reflected back at her from the darkness.

"It's you," she whispered.

She started forward, wanting to get that thing away from her son, but suddenly she was thrown back and impossibly strong, invisible hands held her against the wall. As she was dragged up towards the ceiling, the voice of a man she'd met ten years ago echoed distantly in her memory:

"On November 2nd, 1983, don't get outta bed. No matter what you hear or what you see, promise me you won't get outta bed."

That's when she knew.

She'd forgotten too much.

And she screamed.

Fin


A/N: This story is loosely connected to two other stories I've written, a drabble, called "Full Circle", which is John POV, and a young John and Mary piece called, "The Clothes Make The Man." If you read them, I hope you enjoy them! :)

Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think!

Take care and God bless!

Ani-maniac494 :)