Her cheek really hurt. Bright red and bruising, it hurt more than she thought it would. The burning would've made her cry in the past, she would have burst into tears and run to her parents for comfort. Not now though, she was too strong for that and knew more for a simple slap to the cheek to hurt.
Still, she felt incredibly proud. The kind of pride, that wouldn't let you stop smiling and bubbled in your chest. The kind of pride that you get when you do something you've wanted to do for years. It was the pride that stood resolute even when it all goes south, because the feeling of "finally doing it" is too freeing to feel down about.
Her grin stretched her face and was starting to hurt her cheeks but it was all too fun to stop! She just barely kept herself from singing a happy little tune. Any further display of joy would just freak her poor teacher and Principal even more. They were already giving her looks of concern, disapproval and slight fear. No need to add to it.
Her legs swung in excited anticipation, far above the floor as the red plastic chair she was sat on was more for parents and older years. It wasn't very often a seven year old girl needed to sit in the Principal's boringly grey office. It was large and just like those stereotypical offices on TV.
Her Principal was a greying woman, she was painfully skinny and her suit did not complement her in anyway Mercy could see. Her Teacher on the other hand was a fairly fit man in his early thirties. He wasn't all that attractive but had the blonde hair and baby face that made the kids in his class gravitate towards him.
"Mercy, I don't think you understand the trouble you're in. What you did was unnecessary and totally out of line!" Mr Mitchel announced.
Mercy really couldn't help herself; a small giggle escaped her lips. The two adults looked shocked, serves them right. They didn't do anything so she decided to take action, if they thought she was going to apologise, they were sorely wrong.
"I don't care, I did what was needed. She was the one that started it, not me. Why isn't she waiting for her parents too?"
Whatever excuse they were going to give was cut off by the sound of a familiar sounding knock of her dad. He entered the room without invitation and gave the occupants in the room a hard stare as he sat down next to her.
He ignored the teachers and honed in on the vivid purple bruise on Mercy's face. She smiled proudly at her dad as he poked and prodded the injury. He needed to know that she did what she thought was right before the school polluted his opinion of her.
"How did this happen?" He asked her teachers, but never took his eyes off her cheek.
"You see Mr, Winchester. Mercy decided to attack one of her classmates and disturbed the class during recess. The poor girl she viciously attacked is now in the hospital to check for any broken bones and perhaps some stiches for the bite marks. I must say that this behaviour will not be tolerated in this school."
The old hag snarled her hatred for the young Winchester and somehow made it sound like it was her dad's fault the incident happened. Safe to say, none of the Winchesters were happy with the Head of the school.
"Mercy, why did you hit the girl? I thought your mum told you that wasn't how you deal with problems?" Daddy sounded so tired and just fed up with all that was going on. Mercy decided to just tell the straight truth and hopefully it would all sort itself out quickly.
"She kept being mean to my friends Daddy. She pulled Lucy's hair and stole Michael's glasses and said nasty things to Harry!"
"Why didn't you just tell your teacher?" The adults stared at the seven year old.
"I did! He didn't believe me! He said 'Just go play somewhere else then.'"
Said Teacher spluttered at the accusation. His face went a funny shade of pink as he stuttered out an excuse.
"She's lying. I have no memory of her coming to talk to me at all before the fight broke out."
Three pairs of eyes narrowed at the man, suspicion thick in the air. Mercy managed to hide a snigger, she was full of glee at the fact her lazy teacher was getting his just desserts.
"I'm not lying! Ask Lucy, she was with me!"
The elderly woman sighed and rubbed her head.
"That doesn't explain why you went and bit Lilly."
A frown settled on the young girl's features as she remembered the moments before she leapt to attack the stupid girl.
"She said I was stupid and wasn't smart enough to be in school. She said I was ugly and needed to wear a bag on my head and that I shouldn't be alive. She said that Dean was creepy and didn't deserve a horrible sister like me. She said really mean stuff and I told her to 'shut up, go away'. Then she hit my face really hard! I told her to say sorry and then she hit me again! I went away like mummy told me but she hit Michael! So I hit her."
She was out of breath by the time she finished and felt strangely tired.
Her daddy picked her up and walked out of the door. His parting words were,
"It would seem it wasn't my daughter's fault. Maybe you should get your facts straight before blaming an innocent girl. She'll be back in school tomorrow."
She had an awesome Daddy.
"And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain,
don't carry the world upon your shoulders,
for well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool,
by making his world a little colder."
The two female Winchester's sang as they were baking. The younger messily stirring the mix with a concentrated expression on her face. Making cakes were difficult, especially mixing the stuff together. At least that's what Mercy thought.
Her mummy, however, was smiling lovingly at her daughter. She always felt like Mercy had been a happy accident, a blessing from someone above. It was her little daughter that gave her the belief that angels were watching over them. Why else was she blessed to have such beautiful babies?
The growing girl was just the right mixture of Mary and John. She had his colours and her face. She was a beautiful child and Mary knew she would be a gorgeous woman. There was plenty of time for her to see her first born growing up in the future. But right then she really needed to save the cake mixture from falling on the floor.
Her baby may be academically gifted, but she really couldn't cook to save her life.
Mercy was shocked out of her focus when her mum picked her up and rubbed her nose against Mercy's flour covered one. She laughed at her mummy's silliness and gave her a big kiss on the nose instead.
She had a sudden plan. Mercy giggled quietly and suddenly reached out. She rubbed her small floury hands all over her mum's face and hair.
There was a moment of silence as Mary realised what her daughter had done. A mischievous smile crept onto her face, much like the one on the younger's face moments ago, and Mary put down the rascal to reach for the bag of flour innocently sat on the surface.
The following half an hour was spent throwing ingredients at each other in a whirlwind of laughter and squeals of joy. The two girls ran around the kitchen in a fit of childish glee and aimed to make the other much messier than them. Laughs echoed throughout the empty house and faces hurt from the giant grins on faces.
It was a day ingrained into the young girl's memory for life, the memory of fun and freedom to do anything and everything just to have some fun with her mother.
"Mercy, I love you!" Dean squealed from his position below his older sister. His sides were being attacked with constant streams of wiggly fingers.
"I can't hear you Dean! You need to speak louder!" Mercy giggled.
The two were playing on the floor in the living room of their home. They had become bored with the blocks and decided that wrestling was the way to go. Of course Mercy won with little trouble being older, bigger and more coordinated than the four year old.
"I love you and you are the best big sister in the world!" Dean managed to scream out over the laughter.
Mercy stopped and grinned at her little brother. He was out of breath and bright red, and totally cute in Mercy's opinion.
She thought that her brother was the most beautiful kid alive. He had amazing curly blond hair and wide green eyes. Giving him the appearance of what she thought angels looked like. And his round face and large pink lips made him so cute!
She hugged the warm little body close to her. He gladly hugged back and giggled when her hair tickled his nose.
"I love you too Deanie!" Mercy exclaimed.
"Mary I have had it! Why must you fight me on everything? I'll be at the garage, don't contact me until you come to your senses!"
The two children stayed stock still as they heard their daddy's loud stomps go through the hall. They only allowed themselves to move when they heard the front door slam.
Mercy hugged Dean tighter when he started shaking. Sobs were muffled by her dampening shoulder; she hated it when her parents fought. It upset everyone and made Dean cry; it made her angry that they would do it where Dean could hear.
She got angrier and angrier as Dean continued crying. Heats bubbled in her middle, and made her want to scream and shout. But she knew that would just upset Dean even more.
She squeezed the boy closer to stop herself from crying at the situation. She had to protect Dean, not the other way around.
Soft sounds of crying came from the kitchen. Mercy's eyes widened in realisation, her mummy was crying too.
The heat faded away, leaving the cold feeling of concern and helplessness. She picked up her brother and carried him to where their mummy was.
"It's okay mummy. Daddy still loves us."
"John, we need to go to the hospital!" An eight month pregnant Mary yelled in the middle of the night.
Mercy was up in a shot, recognising the words from when Dean was born. She got dressed as fast as she could and made sure Dean did the same. All the while making sure Dean didn't panic by telling him exactly what was going to happen.
"She will cry, but that's just because she is really happy that Sam is on the way!"
It was a rush much like when Dean was on the way, but it seemed much more controlled and Mary wasn't moaning as much.
Hours went by with the two Winchester children huddled on one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs. The nurse was keeping an eye on them because Daddy needed to be with Mummy. Mercy couldn't help but feel abandoned, she knew why, but it was still lonely.
Time trudged by and by the time John came to bring the two to see their new brother they were fast asleep.
Mercy was the bigger spoon, holding Dean close to her, and making an unhappy face whenever John tried to move Dean. It was amazingly cute and John felt guilty about waking them up.
But Sam needed to meet the whole family, and meet them he did. In the loud boisterous way the Winchesters always managed to do. Smiles were mirrored on each face.
It was finally complete.