Little Girls Are Foolish
Summary: And Mary makes Three.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for an obsession over the connection between Mary and Azazel.
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Hell is like hell even for demons.
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Meg grinned at him, and his insides squirmed.
"Hell, Dean?"
"Fuck you."
"Your demon face is prettier than Sam's."
He ignored it, he'd fought it hadn't he? He hadn't pussied out and ventured into fuckedinhell land.
The bitch was screwing with him because he wasn't any more of a demon then he was before the hounds dragged his ass to hell.
"I'm going to tear you apart and celebrate when your insides are on the outside."
"Told you so." She singsonged. "Daddy'll be so proud but your mommy's gonna cry."
Dean reached for her throat, his fingers tightening around until she was gasping for breath but damn it all, still grinning like she'd won and was crowned queen bitch of hell.
"My daddy. Its what he wanted all along."
Dean dropped her to the ground.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
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She's had visions her whole life. She can't even remember when they began, it seems to her like she's had them her entire life.
She accepts it though. She sees things that she wishes she could chalk up to an over active imagination...but she knows that some of the things out there aren't as innocent as she wished they were.
She deals because she's not going to let them get in her way, she's determined to have a normal life, with her husband and she's not going to let these visions ruin it.
Maybe that's why she doesn't ever tell John about them.
But when the dreams are about her son she has to do something.
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"I love you mommy." Dean said giving her a kiss on the cheek as she tucked him into bed.
She's dreamed about the kinds of evil that most people can't even really fathom.
Her son takes the cake though.
She's seen him grown up and the things he's done makes her blood run cold and she wonders if she can look at him the same way after watching rip the heads off of people and laugh. When she sees him kill his brother, she realizes something has to be done.
"Love you forever." She told him, her regular good night to her son.
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The man with yellow eyes comes to her periodically, and this time she does it.
Mary nods her head, "Fine. One year." Enough time for her to give birth to her baby and say goodbye. "And Dean...?"
"Will be a strikingly, pathetic, show of mediocrity."
"Okay." She closes her eyes, maybe one day her sons will understand and forgive her for what she's done.
"Good girl Mary." He smiles and kisses the top of her hair. "See you in hell."
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"And you thought little Sammy was the freak. And least his talent is you know, god given…or whatever, human. You're better. You're never gonna break 'cause now your daddy's little prince again."