Ruins Of Dusk - Chapter 4
Mother's Love
Wesley and Mary put Amanda to bed that night smothering her curls in kisses. Wrapped in her arms was a violin that had belonged to her grandfather. Wesley had gifted it to her saying she was finally old enough to have it. Full of joy their dark hair angel drifted into slumber.
Shortly after midnight the Tripp family awoke to shattering of windows. As Wesley's feet hit the floor his hand moved instinctively under his pillow for his side arm. "Take Amanda to the cellar he snapped over his shoulder." There was no hesitation on Mary's part. She'd known this day would come. The death of her best friend Mary Winchester was just the beginning of the long wait. Wesley stopped her, passing her a shotgun. "I'm sorry I brought this on us I...I di" she choked on her words as he kissed her, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. With a deep breath she racked the shotgun "The devil may have given us that child but I'll be goddamn if he'll take her from us." she hissed between clenched teeth as she headed to her daughter's side.
John and Dean Winchester jumped to their feet at the sound of smashing glass. They'd dropped Sammy off at the motel with Bobby Singer who'd turned tail taking him as far from the area as possible. Afterwards they'd returned setting up for what they'd feared would be a face to face with a demon they'd encountered almost ten years ago to the day. Working swiftly they approached the house with guns drawn though little good they'd do.
Inside Westley worked his way downstairs a sudden blow from behind knocking him down the stairs. The sudden noise caught Mary off guard causing her to call out to her husband. There was no reply only footsteps over broken glass. Mary wrapped her frightened daughter in her arms whispering "Chipmunk no matter what you hear you don't leave this room. Nothing bad can get you here. You don't open the door, and you don't leave with anyone that can't step inside that door. Promise mama you won't" Amanda nodded confused and frightened. Mary shook her slightly "Promise me you won't...say it!" she prompted. "I won't leave mama." she whimpered in reply. Mary bolted the cellar behind her as she set out to find Wesley.
Seated at the kitchen table was Wesley his hand on his bleeding forehead. Without a second thought Mary put down her gun and reached for his hand to check the wound. His hand grabbed her wrist revealing a ghastly crack in his skull. A sickening smiling spread across his face as his eyes flicked yellow. Hello sweetheart, long time no see. "Harvey" she hissed trying to wrench away. With an annoyed sigh he stood hoisting Mary up by her wrist in a painful angle. "Come-on sweetheart don't waste my time. Where's my little girl?" Mary spat at him before replying "Fuck you. She's long gone." His lips curled back in a sneer "Really? I expected better from you. Lying to me….I thought we had something special." he said as he kicked her legs from under her. "Now one more chance...where is she?" Mary took a deep breath steadying herself for what would happen after she answered "Go to hell Harvey." A sickening crack filled the room followed by her screams. He'd shattered her out stretched arm. "Why are you making this so hard on yourself? You knew it was coming." He clutched her chin between his fingers forcing her to look up at him. "I'm not going to hurt her, I'm just here to give her what she deserves."
"Let her go you yellow eyed pieces of shit." John's voice rose from behind them. Harvey turned to peer at him through Wesley's eyes twisting Mary's broken arm as he did so. Jolted by her screams John fired a headshot sending Harvey stumbling back. Cracking his neck he regained his composure to stare at the hunter "Oh no…don't...ow" he said dryly. "Seriously John, a gun?" he quipped before flinging him across the room. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and frowned. "Aww not sure chipmunk is going to come to daddy looking like this." he looked down at Mary. "Sweetheart I need to borrow your meat suite for a little bit."