Mary tried to fight past the blackness covering her vision. It took more than a few moments than she would've liked but eventually she managed to open her eyes just enough to know that she was no longer in the bunker.
She was also being carried, that realization came just as slowly to her. She was being carried in someone's arms, pressing against their chest.
Her hands fumbled forward clumsily towards her stomach. The person carrying her paused for a moment when she moved until she could press them against her stomach enough to ensure that the bump was still there.
She slumped against the persons chest in relief and exhaustion when she reassured herself that the bump was there, she was still pregnant, that had to count for something.
Once she settled once more the person continued to walk, still just holding her close and not say anything.
Slowly memories started to come back to her. Coming to the bunker, the boys managing to find out that Michael was inside of her. After that...she couldn't remember anything. She had small snippets of a memory that seemed more like a dream of having a normal life.
It was...it had been a trap, that much she knew now. Michael had put her into a dream come true scenario to make her more compliant. And she had fallen for it all, just like with the British Men of Letters. She was just so...desperate. She had never wanted to hunt and she always wanted a normal life with her husband and kids.
Her heart twisted and for a moment it felt like she couldn't breathe. The man seemed to realize this and rubbed at her back in response.
Finally they reached wherever it was that the man carrying her wanted and he set her down onto a soft bed. Her vision hand't cleared enough to be able to see who it was. Whoever it was reached out and brushed her hair away from her face.
Mary closed her eyes and then forced them open, trying to clear her vision enough to see who the man was and where she was. The touch was familiar enough that she leaned into it as much as she could, her shaking hand coming up to try to grip at it.
"Its okay. Its okay." the man whispered, his voice breaking through into her ears as she tried to make her mind work, tried to figure it out. The voice made her know that she knew him, she was sure of that much.
Whatever haze was was covering her senses, she tried to fight. She tried to claw her way out back to herself. The man continued to stroke at her hair, staying by her side. The panic that had started to rise slowly faded from his comforting touch.
"My...boys." she whispered, her throat feeling rough and dry that she could barely get the words out. "My...boys. Are they...okay?"
The man didn't answer, still continuing his motions. His hand moved up to lay over her eyes and soon enough the darkness dragged her under once more.
I do not own Supernatural.
92/365
I do take requests so if you have requests you can send them to me.