Disclaimer: I do not own the boys or the other characters I have used to my own purposes.
Hey everyone, so here we are another story from me. I hope you like and don't be afraid to read and review to let me know what you think. Whether it is worth continuing with this idea I have. Looking forward to hearing from you all.
She ran. It was all she could do. Her legs sprinted as fast as they could carry her weighted body. Her arms pumped hard against her sides and her breathing was being controlled. Her mind was left blank; she refused to let any thought get in the way not when she was carrying the precious cargo.
She could hear the cries behind her. The screams of her name and desperate pleas for her to surrender but she knew that they were wasting their breath. This wasn't about her anymore; in fact she couldn't care less what happened to her as long as she was successful with her goal.
Taking a sharp left she pressed her body up tight against the nearest building, sucking in her stomach as much as it would allow her to. She held her breath and waited for a few moments.
The shouts started to get louder with their approach. "Just give up, what you are trying to do is not going to work," someone shouted to which she just shook her head they really knew nothing. After a couple of moments a group, or should I say angry mob of about twenty people bounded past her hiding place. No one spared her a glance or thought to look down any of the allies. Sometimes stupidity could be a good thing.
Making sure the cost was clear she pressed her body away from the building. Subconsciously her right hand moved down to caress her swollen stomach. She could feel the flutters beneath her fingers increase with the unease she must have been projecting.
"Hush little one," she soothed rubbing circles into her stomach softly. She could feel the baby respond to her touch and the kicking began to lessen. "You'll be safe soon," she added feeling the baby's aura beginning to calm at her words. Smiling to herself she pressed her hand to her stomach once more pretending that she was holding her baby's hand before pulling away.
A tear slipped down her cheek at the prospect of what she had to do but there was no way around it. Drawing in a shaky breath the woman began to walk around the side of the building until she reached the front door. Casting a glance around to make sure she willed the door to open and silently stepped inside.
She closed the door quietly behind her making sure to make as much minimal sound as possible. She then made her way upstairs; she headed towards the right and entered a room that looked a lot like a chapel.
Without pausing she headed to the front of the room and fell to her knees near the shrine. With a shaking hand she lit a candle and stared at the flame for a couple of moments. Her eyes fell closed as she let herself feel.
Foreign emotions washed over her at once. Sadness, despair, horror, determination, dread and fear rushed through her veins mixing together creating some new super power. Opening her eyes she let out a gasp before covering her mouth with her hand to stifle the scream she felt making its way out of her throat. Once again she could feel fluttering in her stomach as the baby reacted. She knew that the baby was trying to understand what was going on with its mother, its connection to her allowing it understanding that no child should have while inside the womb.
She allowed her tears to flow freely. She placed her hand back on her stomach, this time simply needing to feel the contact with her child rather than to reassure the baby. "One day you will understand baby," she whispered her eyes focusing on the flame. The more she stared the more clearer an image the fire created.
Bright green eyes stared at her through the flames and this brought a smile to her face. Those eyes conveyed understanding and devoted love and caused a small smile to tug at her lips. As soon as the image had come it was gone, taken from her like the precious moments in her child's life. But she had seen what she had needed to in the end she was making the right choices and one day the baby would come to understand what had happened here on this day. It would understand that no matter what its mother loved them and would do anything to protect them, to allow them a chance at life which is what brought her here today.
Clasping her hands together she dipped her head in silent prayer. Her child lay still in her womb as if sensing the sudden change in its mother. Her mouth moved but no words escaped her lips. Tears stained her cheeks with a few still making their descent down. For once she wasn't afraid to let any emotions show because to her it didn't matter at the end of the day, her fate had already been sealed there was no use trying to hide anymore.
Finishing her prayer she lifted her head and unclasped her hands. She could hear the cries above her, shouts of anger and of murder, they had found her. Instantly she knew she didn't have much longer left, it was only a matter of minutes. That was all the time she needed.
Her hand caressed her slightly swollen stomach while she closed her eyes and cast her mind out as far as was physically possible. She searched through every essence, every soul she could find trying to find the one, the right one, the one she could trust. Behind her she could sense their approach and she knew that her time was rapidly running out, she would soon be out of options and there was no way she was going to allow those bastards to get their hands on her precious cargo. Not when she knew what would eventually happen to him. She was going to protect him. Even if it is the last thing she will ever do.
After a couple more moments she found herself drawn to a single soul. This soul was the purest white she had ever seen in a human before, her aura literally sung out to her, calling to her. This was the one. She had found her.
Exhaling a gentle breath she pressed the hand against her stomach harder and she could feel her unborn child's essence slip through her fingers into her mind. Underneath her hand her stomach deflated. "It's okay now baby, you'll be safe," she murmured projecting her child's soul towards the human sending the woman one silent command.
Look after him; protect him with your life.
With a heavy heart she bid her son farewell and opened her eyes. A single tear ran down her cheek at the prospect of never seeing her spawn again but she knew she had to do it and she would do if again in a heartbeat. She realised that he will always be hunted by both heaven and hell but she also knew that she had given him the best form of protection she could. Heaven or hell won't be finding him soon and if they did she knew that his 'family' would fight tooth and nail for him. Because he was now someone else's...he was a Winchester...
"Watch over him Castiel," she murmured directing her words towards a shadow lurking by her side. "Guide him, teach him and make sure he lives."
"Of course," a man replied stepping forward and bowing his head slightly. She shot him a small smile as he vanished in a flurry of wings. Another tear escaped her eyes while she turned on her heels to face her pursuers.
"THERE SHE IS!" they yelled crowding around her to block off her exit. The man directly in front her stepped forward and frowned as his eyes locked onto her now flat stomach. "Where is he? What have you done with him?" he questioned with his voice adopting a menacing tone.
Her lips curled up into a smirk. "He's safe and one day he will learn of his true heritage and on that day you will all see what a big mistake this is...You'll never find him," she spat towards the man feeling a hysterical laugh push its way up the back of her throat. Smug satisfaction washed over her at the man's furious expression.
"FIND HIM!" the man shouted extending a hand towards her. A white light shot out of the tips of his fingers and an electric current buzzed through her body. A scream escaped her lips but not before she managed to utter one last sentence.
"Angels are watching over you," with those words she felt the floor crumble underneath her along with the horrific sensation of falling.
"Angels are watching over you my baby boy."
She held the test in her hands, her eyes wide and her body trembled. She perched on the edge of the toilet seat hardly able to believe what was happening. It was real...what she had felt...what she had been told...
"Mary?" a voice called along with a gentle knock on the door. "You alright in there?"
Mary lifted her eyes to the door wondering what to tell her husband. There was no way she could tell him the truth, he was a civilian after all, the news that he was going to be father but the baby was not going to be fully human would just most likely get her sectioned. No, she was going to have to carry this burden herself. Another secret to keep protecting him from the supernatural lifestyle.
"Mary?" the voice was beginning to get worried and she knew that she couldn't hold him off any longer.
"I'll keep him safe, I promise," she whispered back to the mysterious voice not knowing whether she would be heard. She straightened up and pushed herself away from the toilet, making a show to flush to make it seem like she wasn't just sitting in the bathroom talking to herself. She brushed down her clothes and fixed her hair before drawing in a deep breath and opening the door.
She was faced with a worried and slightly confused husband.
"John," she muttered not being able to suppress the smile that crossed her lips.
"What is it?" John asked his eyes looking over her body for any signs of distress before locking onto the sight of the stick in her hand. "Is that?" he asked unable to voice the words.
Mary nodded slowly holding up the pregnancy test, the smile still on her face. "I'm pregnant."
John's face spilt into a huge grin, He lunged forward grabbed Mary around the waist and twirled her around in the air, his heart soar with love for the woman in his arms. "That's amazing," he mused placing her back down on the ground but not letting go off her. "So a little son or daughter aye."
"Yes, we are going to be parents," Mary added kissing John's cheek. John moved one of his arms away from his wife's waist so that he could place a hand onto her stomach, that smiles never leaving his face.
"Our little miracle," he whispered his eyes staring down at her flat stomach with awe.
Mary smiled her heart filled with love and happiness at this moment. She had been given everything that she could ever hope for, her son was really a miracle sent from heaven, literally. "You have no idea..."
TBC?
