Mary tried to focus on her breathing, curled up on the bed as best as she could as she gripped at the sheets.

She had gotten used to the handcuffs, they weren't the problem anymore.

The problem was she wasn't sure if the handcuffs were still working as well as they used to.

Closing her eyes she pressed her forehead into the pillow and forced herself to breathe in and out, in and out.

It's gotten harder and harder with each passing day, something that she hadn't mentioned to any of the boys. They all had enough on their plates and she didn't want to add to that. Dean wasn't saying it but Michael was getting to him, that much was clear based on the growing bags under his eyes. The same for Sam, he wasn't sleeping either and he wasn't taking care of himself.

Blearily Mary opened her eyes and looked at her wrists, the runes were glowing once again, almost pulsating in time with the pounding she could feel deep into her bones.

Back when she had been Michaels vessel, for that short time, whenever she had gotten back into control she always had a feeling of some sort of electricity crawling under her skin.

It was easy to ignore back then, even if she didn't stop worrying. But now, without Michael acting as a buffer between her and grace, she felt just how much power there was just pulsating inside of her.

She glanced down at her stomach and took a deep breath, the swell was bigger now, something she was terrified about. It was too big for what it was supposed to be and if anything...that just meant that…

That the grace was accelerating the baby's growth.

Maybe it was going to be a nephilim, meaning that it was going to kill her.

Mary sat up and got out of the bed, she stumbled for a moment, needing to steady herself against the wall as her vision swam. It took a few moments before she came back to herself and slowly made her way to the kitchen.

She passed Jack sleeping on the couch, pausing to glance at him to make sure that he wasn't going to wake up. She had tried to give him the bed, or at the very least alternate days of who slept where, but he had insisted on taking to the couch.

Shaking her head she continued to the kitchen, trying to remain light on her feet as she opened the cabinets to pull out some tea. She didn't care much for the taste of chamomile but it was all they had, no coffee for her.

She waited for the water to boil, boiling it in a pot instead of a kettle to make sure that she didn't wake Jack up, her hand coming up to grip at the counter as her head pounded, getting worse and worse.

Mary closed her eyes and steadied her breathing, focusing on grounding herself in the moment and everything that was around her. Letting out her breath she opened her eyes, swallowing hard.

Mary reached up for the cup when her vision suddenly was overcome with blue light. She felt the grace surge inside of her. A sharp, burning heat coursed through her, she wasn't sure if she was screaming or not, if she could even scream.

Dimly she could feel the handcuffs shaking around her wrists, a coldness sparking around her skin as the runes tried to combat and contain the grace inside of her.

She felt the handcuffs crack and shake before they broke apart, the pieces falling to the ground as her vision went black.

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