Part 4.
Mary
(two weeks, four days gone)
She's absolutely sure there's a million unanswered phone calls from her on each of her son's phones. And not one on hers. Not even so much as text message. She's not sure if she hopes something is wrong and that's why they don't respond, or if she hopes they've just finally started ignoring her complicated ass and that nothing is wrong at all.
But she honesty just can't take it anymore. Worry gnawing away at her all hours of the day. She can't sleep, can't think about anything else, she's terrified they're lying cold and dead somewhere, forgotten by a world that never knew them. A world they tried to save over and over again.
She climbs into the sad excuse for an automobile she's currently driving and makes for Lebanon and her boy's home there. She's lost and uncertain, knows no one in this new America, Dean and Sam were her only anchors and she's so scared they're gone too. Her fingers tap nervously on the steering wheel all the way to the bunker, and she frowns at a strange vehicle parked in front of the bunker.
Hand gun held low, down beside her thigh she creeps up to the door. She opens it and enters, gun up and covering the bunker and the level down below her. The door slams behind her, but she's distracted by heavy footsteps crashing from the library and her body tenses gun trained on the source of the noise.
Castiel stands below her, eyes wide with hope, dimming with disappointment when he sees her, shoulders slumping. She starts down the stairs and he rubs his eyes and sits with a unconscious huff on the steps.
"Castiel?" She asks hesitantly, looking around. "Where's Dean and Sam?"
He shakes his head, a hand on the back of his neck, he looks exhausted and stressed. "They're not here." He huffs and looks at her with eyes brimming with pain and regret. "They aren't anywhere."
"What?" She asks, voice and breath lodged in her throat. "What do you mean?"
"Two weeks, four days." Cas says flatly, "That's how long they've been gone."
Mary stands looking down at him, eyes wide and glassy, reflecting the millions of possibilities flowing through her mind. A million phone calls, a million more...a million didn't even begin the cover the surface of everything that COULD HAVE happened to Sam and Dean...her sons. Her only family, the only people who believed in her and loved her.
"We have to find them." She says finally, and Cas looks at her like she's stupid. And she recognizes him as a man at the end of his rope. She can only imagine the last two weeks for him, all alone, ceaselessly searching for his dearest friends, burning the candle at both ends.
"You should get some rest." She says softly, slowly sitting beside him and laying a hand on his forearm, the tan trench coat soft and worn under her fingertips. She can smell her boys all over him, he's been staying here after all, probably working night and day, 24/7 trying locate the Winchester boys. She's realizing she doesn't know the half of what her sons mean to the people they befriend, save and redeem.
"You look exhausted, get some sleep," she urges, and she ain't kidding. Castiel looks terrible.
"Angels don't sleep," he says, "Angels don't dream." He mumbles sounding even more frustrated.
"You need to rest," she smooths over his annoyance, "You're no good to them like this."
"You don't understand do you?" He asks, blood shot eyes landing on her, and she wonders if angels can go insane because Castiel looks a little stretched, looks like he's on the edge...about to topple over.
"You are not the only one who stands to lose everything they have by losing Dean and Sam." He says slowly, his deep, baritone voice rumbling and sending trills of fear down her spine.
The fear and desperation in his eyes is more than she can bear, so she looks away. She clasps her hands together, despair and fear wrapping her heart in ice and filling her body and mind with freezing helplessness. She's doesn't even know where to start, doesn't even know her sons that well to guess at their whereabouts or what they would do when presented with a crisis.
Please be safe, is all she can pray to Sam and Dean as she sits beside her son's fallen angel and hopes beyond hopes that they haven't been taken from the two lost and broken people who need them the most.
...tbc
Not really feeling this story, one more chapter maybe.
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SPN RENEWED FOR SEASON 13! I'm crying, thank you, thank you, thank you God!