Title: Like Father, Like Son
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for "Folsom Prison Blues"
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 200
Point of view: third
Maura barely remembers the man that pulled her and Mommy from the cave. She was sobbing and Mommy moaning, both splattered with blood and gore. Daddy was never found, and Maura remembers how sad the man sounded when he apologized to Mommy for getting there too late.
Mommy nodded and pulled Maura close, thanking him anyway.
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Looking into Dean Winchester's earnest hazel eyes, she thinks back to that night, to the man with the sad gaze. They look alike, though she can't recall that man's name. They have the same bearing.
So she listens to him, really listens; there's truth in his voice. He's a criminal, but not a killer. Whatever he's up to, whatever he needs that information for—
The man's face flashes in her mind, Mommy's screams and Mommy's cries. Maura looks at Dean, looks hard and long, and knows what she'll do.
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It could ruin her, that she helped them. Hell, no doubt about it: her career in law is gone.
She calls up Mom after leaving Hendrickson a false trail and asks her to lunch the next day.
Mom says yes and they chat for a bit, then Mom tells her to go home and sleep.