Mary ran as fast as she could, holding Millie close to her chest. She stumbled and needed to lean against the wall for a moment, gasping in breath before she forced herself to keep running, mind racing.

There was no point in going to the front of the bunker, it was locked and she knew that there was no opening it from there. Going to the mechanics room to try to open it would also be a mistake, Michael most likely would have done something to it to make sure that she couldn't reverse it.

Or at the very least it would tell Michael where she was and he'd find her again.

Panting her legs gave out for a moment and she fell to the ground, moving so that she landed on her back instead of her front, holding Millie up slightly so that she wouldn't get hurt.

Millie whimpered slightly and gripped tightly at her shirt, looking up at her with wide hazel eyes.

Mary managed a small smile and breathed out heavily before she forced herself up and moving. She couldn't run anymore, no matter how much she tried, but she limped forward, trying to keep her senses out to hear if Michael was coming.

Gritting her teeth she moved once more, trying to figure out where she could go to. Hesitating for one more moment she glanced around and felt a bit of relief when she saw Sams room, immediately going into it and locking the door behind her.

She placed Millie on the bed and then went back to the door, pushing and shoving the desk in front of it to give it a bit more support. She turned the lights off, hoping for that little bit of secrecy, and after mentally apologizing to Sam she started to go through his desk and drawers.

Thanking her sons slight paranoia she quickly had a gun and a knife. She stared at the both of them, not really sure how much she was willing to use them against Dean in any single way. She looked at Millie once more, who was thankfully quiet the entire time, and came to a very unfortunate and horrible decision.

Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and then started to look through the desk once more, trying to find a cell phone that Sam had left or anything that she could use to contact the outside.

She managed to find two cell phones, both of them had half filled batteries. But neither of them had any service and she fought the urge to throw them against the wall.

There was also a water bottle and she opened it, taking one sip to just wet her mouth and went to Millie, helping her drink some of it as well.

Millie stared up at her as she drank as well and Mary smiled at her, fighting the urge to start crying, crying isn't going to get her anywhere and it wasn't going to help, she needed to focus.

Her legs were shaking as well and she couldn't keep standing. She flinched hard when there was a sudden harsh knocking at the door.

Mary swallowed hard and dragged herself onto the bed, reaching out to take Millie into one arm as she held onto the gun with the other. The door was shaking in its frame and the desk was being pushed more and more away with each shove.

Her hand was shaking as she curled it around the gun, leaning back in the bed and the wall and took a deep breath. She still wasn't sure what she was going to be able to do with it in all honesty, despite Michael being the one to come for them it was still Dean, still her son. She needed to protect her daughter but at the cost of her son?

Mary could feel something almost rustling, coursing under her skin and she gritted her teeth at the feeling. She looked down at Millie who was squirming and her daughter looked up at her, her eyes were glowing silver and Mary felt something flash over her own eyes as well.

The door was slammed open, the desk pushed to the side. Michael came into the room with a purposeful stride.

A silver light filled the room, engulfing the three of them, and Mary lost consciousness, her vision going from silver to black.

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