Title: untitled
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 530
Point of view: third
From the moment they met, Missouri knew Sam would kill her.
She could not see the future, not really, only the maybes. And in every world she peered into, her death was at the hands of Mary Winchester's secondborn. Sometimes quick, sometimes slow, sometimes it cemented his power and sometimes was one last blow before his own death.
In none of those worlds, though, did she ever see Dean. That made her wonder.
o0o
She fixed tea and sipped it at the kitchen counter, looking out the window, remembering. She settled in Lawrence all those years ago because Deanna moved here, to be with Samuel. She stayed after their murders for their daughter, angry and heartbroken Mary. And then she stayed just long enough to tell John the truth.
Dean had his grandmother's fire and his grandfather's determination. He had Mary's eyes.
And Sammy, young and so very innocent—he had Evil's blood in him.
Missouri peered into the future and knew they'd meet again.
She left Lawrence to go home, where she stayed for nearly twenty years. Then she went back to Lawrence.
o0o
Mary still walked in her old house and Missouri monitored the situation, just to make sure Mary didn't grow violent. When the poltergeist from Azazel's attack began acting up, she knew Mary's boys would be coming back.
And looking at Sam, she saw the end given human form, hesitant and wary, unknowing. So innocent, still. But not for long. And Dean—Mary's smile, Mary's eyes, Mary's mother's boundless heart.
Looking at Sam, Missouri saw her death.
o0o
They left Lawrence and Mary finally moved on. Missouri kept up her psychic business and waited for what she'd known was coming since she first looked at a baby, twenty-odd years ago.
The future is not set in stone, unchangeable; it ebbs and flows. Every action has an impact, and those two Winchesters—they are intricately tied into tomorrow.
Missouri listened to the air currents and tossed the dice and read the messages no one else saw.
o0o
John traded himself, Sam died, and Dean went to Hell.
John escaped the Pit, Sam was resurrected, and Dean was raised from Perdition by an angel.
Missouri sat in her den, Isis purring in her lap, and counted down the days.
o0o
A single Seal shattered, two, half a dozen, then thirty-five. Angels and demons, Heaven and Hell, and Mary's sons in the middle, Deanna's grandchildren, the damnation and salvation connected by blood.
Finally, only one Sea remained before the Beast walked free, Lucifer in human form.
"Take to the wild, baby," Missouri told Isis. "You won't be able to help me. Go out and survive."
Isis rubbed against her chin, patted her cheek lightly, and vanished into the night, a tortoiseshell queen to witness the end of the word.
o0o
Missouri did not ward her house. She baked cookies and set them out to cool, then flipped through her great-great-grandmother's Holy Book, still stained by a slave's blood.
Death does not ride a pale horse, Missouri thought, and the Beast will come wrapped in Innocence's skin.
When Sam knocked politely on the door, Missouri never once considered not letting him in.