Title: My Soul is Dancing
Summary: Short fic. POV of Mary Winchester.
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My pain is gone.
Thrown upon the ceiling with such force, I thought my bones were going to be crushed. Death was not my preference but if it were, speed would be my priority. The pain was excruciating. It stole all my senses; smell, sight, hearing. I felt the fire burn through in my skin and my bones, slowly making its way to my heart.
My fear is gone.
My sweet boys. The fire started quickly although it seems like an eternity. My sweet Sammy was crying in the cot, screaming for his mother's attention. But I couldn't reach out to him or save him from his capture. I prayed that death wasn't his only future.
My love is gone.
My best friend, lover and husband. His eyes were that last ones I see. Big, bold, brown eyes widened in fear when he realised where I was. Why didn't I tell him what was happening? Why couldn't I tell him the truth about my past? I long to feel his arms around me again. I wish to touch his cheek with my fingers on last time.
My world is silent.
Everything ended with a blinding with light. But there was no one there to take my hand. No one met me to guide me away. There are others here but no one I recognise. My eternity is quiet. This is no fear, no pain, no heartbreak. This is my world now and it's peaceful. It's beautiful, it's quiet and it's mine.
Or at least it was my world.
The light has disappeared now and the darkness feels cold. Feels... my skin feels again. A slight breeze circles me and I bring my hands up in front of my eyes. I see pimples on my arms and tiny hairs rise in the air. I can see again. Thump-thump, thump-thump. My heart is beating again in my chest again. Am I alive? Is this real? I hear the trees rustling and footsteps crunching. "Help," the words automatically leave my mouth. "Someone help me." The man runs towards to me. There's a familiarity about him but I don't know where from until he says it, "Mom?"
My Soul is dancing.