Title: foresight
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 4
Pairings: John/Mary, Azazel/Mary
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 105
Point of view: third
Prompt: "What we call the beginning is often the end/And to make an end is to make a beginning" (ts eliot)
Azazel smiled, host's lips pressed against the most delectable of all his chosen mothers. He'd finally found the perfect one, the woman to raise his special boy.
In ten years, he thought, licking her mouth before pulling back, I'll bleed in your son, and it will begin.
(What Azazel didn't know, what he couldn't have foreseen, what he would never have imagined, is that Mary had a son five years later, and that boy he bled in was merely the secondborn.
And Mary, when she kissed her baby boy goodnight, three years before his brother was even a glimmer, whispered, Let it end here.
It didn't.)