Chuck… was an experience. The scrawny man seemed to flinch at everything and anything she did, and yet was at almost perfect ease with the others. Sure, he was extremely nervous no matter what happened, but she felt like he was particularly uneasy when it came to her.
He practically vaulted over the sofa when she had tried to calm him for God's sake.
He made any excuse to stay away from her and kept at least one of the three others between them. She was agonising over what had made him hate her so much.
She had first assumed that it was something she was going to do in the future, being a hunter with loose morals (see supporting Loki/Gabe) is most likely going to get her into some nasty trouble. But then again, he seemed fine with Sam's drinking problem and Dean's escapades in hell.
So what was his deal?
Mercy sat herself in the corner, as far away from the prophet as she could, and watched the man carefully. She was definitely not sulking or glaring, no matter the looks her brothers were giving her.
She gazed hard for almost half an hour, the men discussing what was going on the whole time, and hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary. She was starting to think it was all for naught and Chuck just couldn't deal with women-
What was that?
Mercy felt her body shoot alert. Her muscles tensing, blood pulsing, breath slowing and her mind and eyes working at the speed of light.
She stared harder, just daring Chuck to do it again, to prove that she wasn't seeing things and there was more to this than she thought.
There had been a fraction of a second, only a fraction mind you, when the man seemed to completely change. No one else seemed to have been looking as he suddenly straightened and acquired a more confident and relaxed expression on his face and in his body language; the nervous, stuttering Chuck all but disappearing to make room for this complete opposite.
Though she only saw it for a moment.
But she knew what she saw and it scared her. He was obviously not a monster they ever dealt with, nor was he an angel or else Cas would have realised. He wasn't a pagan god that much she knew, Gabe had given her a bracelet that would heat up if a god was nearby. (For her protection)
There was a moment when the two made eye contact and he winked at her. She balked at him for a moment and tried to restart her brain.
What was she thinking about again? Something to do with Chuck?
Huh, she had heard some people could forget whatever they were thinking about, but this was the first time it had happened to her. A bit disconcerting.
She mentally shrugged. If she forgot then it mustn't have been important, so she decided enough was enough and they all needed time to soak all this up.
If there was something that she hated more than the dicks with wings, it would be being kidnapped by said fuckers.
She glared at the perfectly intact wall in hatred. Like it had done her a great wrong, and in truth that was exactly what happened.
When she had been dumped in this barren, cramped and dark room she had ranted and raged and attacked the wall with the only object in the room with her…. A refilling metal mug of water. Why metal? She didn't know. What she did know was that they didn't want her dead and that the fucking room had no door. Also any mess of damage was automatically fixed.
Including. The. Fucking. Wall.
She had beaten and battered the thing with everything she had for what felt like hours but ultimately was just left tired, sweaty and even more pissed off because the hole that had been starting no longer existed.
She jumped to her feet in a fit of frustration, a growl escaping her mouth. She paced back and forth in the room. It had nothing at all, nothing to entertain her, nothing to figure out where she was, nothing to let her know how the others were.
And most importantly, nothing to get the hell out of there with.
She had been in there for, what she assumed was, hours. Hours since she had last seen anything outside the walls, and it was driving her insane.
"Oh will you just show yourselves you fucking assholes!"
Of course, no one came.
She fell to her knees and sobbed with her face to the floor.
Gabe was close to killing someone. He knew that, the Winchesters knew that, hell even Chuck knew that. And the longer it took to locate his wife the closer he was getting to that point.
He had come without a second thought when both the amulets the brothers had, were activated. He wasn't sure what he was expecting; an army of demons; or too many angels with the wrong idea about Mercy; maybe even Lucifer himself. He did not expect a prophet and a couple of distraught Winchesters. And, of course, no Mercy.
He had trusted the hunters to warn him the second something seemed amiss and lo and behold they waited until she was gone before contacting him.
Gabriel cursed at himself. It wasn't their fault, the angels were resorting to cheap tactics and they were only human after all and had no chance against an angel.
They had acted when Castiel was out, there was no one to warn them, and no one to help fight. Gabe sometimes really wished that the angels weren't so smart yet stupid at the same time.
He could not sense Mercy or her ring and it was sending him all over the place. Hell, he didn't know archangels could have mood swings or frazzled brains; and yet here he was, going out of his mind with worry. And then, just to make everything worse, he lost track of the rest of the family whilst looking for Mercy.
The angels couldn't know about him, so that meant they still saw him as a threat as "Loki", so they were going to be careful. Gabriel screamed in anger. He was supposed to be an all-powerful archangel. He should have this much trouble finding the people he was closest to. And yet he was breaking the promise he made.
The promise to always protect her.
A tear escaped his eye, making him snarl in disgust. There was no time to feel sorry for himself, who knew what kind of danger Mercy was in at that very second.
He had to find her.
Mercy tapped the floor to create a weak tapping sound. She was trying to create some kind of a beat to ground her mind to reality. Only her finger moved; the rest of her had lost strength not too long after her break down and left her strewn across the floor, unable to move anything but the slow finger that was still tapping away with an imaginary beat.
"Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better"
The sounds came from her mouth, slow and raspy, so weak but still whispering the song. It was just out of timing with the faint tapping.
"Hey Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better"
Her voice cracked in all the words, especially the long or high notes. It was a song that was supposed to be sung loud and strong to promise all was going to be well soon. But her voice and mind would not let her, she now sang it as more of a comfort than proof of her not giving up.
"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"
She always wondered why her mother liked to sing this song when anyone was feeling down. It wasn't the most soothing song and the lyrics rarely fit the problem at hand.
"Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah"
It almost sounded like she was laughing weak and bitter. She wasn't sure that she wasn't and it scared her. She knew that her mind was a fragile thing and wondered if this would be the last straw to make it all go snap.
"Hey Jude, don't let me down
You have found her, now go and get her
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better"
She really missed Gabe, and Sam and Dean and Bobby and Ellen and Jo. Hell, she was even missing grouchy old Rufus and his sharp words. That man was always an arse but he was charming in his own way.
"So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin
You're waiting for someone to perform with
And don't you know that it's just you, hey Jude, you'll do
The movement you need is on your shoulder
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah yeah"
She missed her mom and her dad. She missed them all, all the past relationships, all the forgotten friendships, all the poor victims that had to learn about their world in the worst way.
"Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her under your skin
Then you'll begin to make it
Better better better better better better, oh
Nah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey Jude"
She just wanted to curl up with Gabe and make fun of the religious documentaries and the paranormal videos. Maybe have Dean groan on the other sofa about them watching "crappy shows" and for Sam to scowl fondly at his brother. Have Castiel question how humans managed to come up with these strange interpretations of past events. They would all laugh and just continue doing mundane things.
She would watch her brothers leave for a hunt and welcome them back once they were done. Gabe would prank them all and it would cause an all-out prank war which would probably end up with her at the butt of all their jokes.
A perfect life was great for soothing your mind.
"Oh Mercy," a whisper came from about her, but she couldn't open her eyes enough to see who it was. "I promise, I'm not leaving your side ever again."
"So the apocalypse has started." Mercy stated blankly, staring at the white walls of the hospital room. White was a much better colour than the murky brown from that place. She liked it very much.
She wondered if Gabe would like their bathroom white, and maybe their room too.
"Yeah. Everything's gone to shit. The devil's out of his cage which means the demons will start more activity, and the angels are after our asses."
A moment of silence covered the room. They stared awkwardly at each other, shifting when it got too much. But like a snap, the two men and two angels started their apologies all at the same time.
Their voices overlapped and made it impossible to distinguish what each were saying.
Mercy took a deep breath. "Will you speak one at a time!"