Mary held onto Millie tightly, leaning back against the wall as she stared at Michael. While she knew that it wouldn't do a single thing she at least wished that she could get up and run, or at least have the ability to run.

"I kept my end of the bargain, I didn't fight you, I didn't let the boys know, you used my body." Mary said lowly, gripping Millie tightly. "What Sam and Dean did is not my fault."

Michael was staring down at her with clear disgust in his, Deans, eyes. "Doesn't mean that you aren't going to be punished for it." he told her. His usual smooth voice was a bit haggard and he was breathing heavily. "Doesn't mean that I'm not going to take back what's mine."

Mary shifted Millie a bit more in her arms, moving so that she could cover her slightly. "You're not hurting her."

"It's not just her, its you. I can feel my grace, coursing inside of the both of you." Michael said, extending his hand towards them. Mary tensed but all she felt was a slight rustle under her skin. Millie gave a small sound as well, her eyes wide as she stared at Michael.

Michael growled and let his hand fall back to his side, turning to go to the ingredients on the shelves.

Mary glanced down at Millie who met her eyes questioningly, she smiled reassuringly down at her and held her closer.

She couldn't tell what Michael was doing or what he was taking from the shelves, mixing something on the table in front of him.

What felt like hours but was most likely only minutes Michael turned back to face her, moving closer.

"The child is an abomination that shouldn't have been born." Michael told her, holding the bowl in his hand as he stared down at the both of them. "I should've disposed of it when I had your body."

"I would never have let you go or let you live if you did that." Mary almost snarled at him, holding onto her daughter protectively.

She hated how she was looking into Dean's eyes as Michael used them, especially the lack of emotions Dean usually had when he looked at them. Her eyes flickered to the bowl for a moment before back to him. "What are you doing?"

"None of your concern." Michael told her, putting the bowl to the side. He reached for something in a box and pulled out a coil of rope. "And seeing as I lack my grace to do this, I'll have to use the human way."

Mary tried to think as Michael came closer to her, holding the rope. For all intents and purposes he was human with a slight touch of being an angel. Being human meant that he had human weaknesses. She was weak as well, barely able to hold herself up so whatever she was going to do, it was going to take all her strength and then some.

She was also going to need to apologize to Dean when they got him back.

She shifted Millie into one arm as covertly as she could, swallowing hard when Michael leaned down towards her, her hand snapped out and she gripped at his arm as hard as she could, using it as leverage to bring herself up.

She then brought her leg up and kicked him as hard as she could between the legs, throwing him to the side and rushing out of the room, trying to ignore how her entire body was barely listening to her. She could hear Michael shout out but paid it no mind.

Mary panted as she ran, holding onto Millie tightly. She ran them through the hallways, trying to remember the fastest way out of the bunker to the front door or the garage, anything that could get her out.

At that moment the lights turned off completely before the emergency lights turned on, bathing everything in a red light. Dimly she could hear some sort of mechanism kick to life and she closed her eyes.

Michael had locked the three of them inside the bunker.

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