When Mary came to she was aware of a few things, mostly how much her body was hurting her and how much she could barely move.
The next was that Millie was squirming beside her and tugging at her a bit more. Gasping for air Mary tried to open her eyes, even her eyes hurt and she wasn't aware that was even possible.
"Mama." a whispered voice close to her sounded, and she couldn't recognize it. It took everything she had to open her eyes, feeling the agony flash through her when she did.
Her vision slowly cleared enough to see someone staring at her, someone she didn't recognize. It was a child, young, and a girl that stared at her with very familiar eyes.
Johns eyes.
"Millie." Mary whispered, staring at the child in shock, feeling her chest tighten and hurt in a different way than before. "Millie?"
The girl, Millie, nodded, her thumb coming up into her mouth. "Mama." she whispered, leaning in to curl more into her chest. "Hurt?"
Mary's arms came up and wrapped around her, holding her as close as she could and feeling the tears gather in her eyes. She felt a loss that she couldn't explain and tried to ignore it. "A little." she whispered. The memories of what had happened suddenly hit her and her head snapped up. "Dean!"
Dean was slumped on the ground against the wall, unconscious and unmoving. And behind him, most painful of all, was a faint almost there image of two black wings, scorched slightly into the wall.
Swallowing hard and thinking the worst Mary slowly slid off of the bed, holding onto Millie tightly. Her daughter gripped at her shirt, thumb still in her mouth as they moved closer to Dean.
Mary's legs were shaking, she could barely keep herself standing anymore, and got down onto her knees, reaching with a heavily shaking hand to touch Dean's arm.
"Dean? Dean?" Mary whispered, her voice cracking. She took a deep breath and tried to speak a bit more clearly. "Dean please wake up."
When Dean didn't move Mary felt something inside of her crack and she bowed over slightly, feeling as if she couldn't breathe anymore.
Millie let go of her shirt and reached for Dean as well, her fingers barely grazed over Deans arm when a small light surrounded her and her eyes flashed silver once more.
Dean suddenly gasped, back arching as he tried to breathe, coughing hard. "Mom. Mom." he gasped out, hands flailing for her.
Mary couldn't help it, she burst into tears and gripped back at Deans hand, falling slightly into his arms along with Millie who was gripping at her again.
Deans arms were a bit clumsy but he managed to wrap them around the both of them. "Mom are you okay? What's wrong? What happened? What did Michael do?"
Mary managed to stop crying long enough to manage to get out, "We're okay, we're okay." in a hushed voice. "We're okay."
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