BAN:// Sorry school just ended and all, short and sweet, I hope you enjoy it!
Missouri was ready for a fight when she heard the commotion coming from the youngest Winchesters room. What met her eyes was a quite different from what she had imagined.
Father Jim had already made it across the room and was assessing Dean's injuries, who was near the bathroom door opposite to the younger hunters bed. She walked over to Sam who was a shaking ball. When she neared him, he stared whimpering. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to. Please don't hit me. Please please please, I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to Dean. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. Please I'm sorry." Missouri crouched next to the bed, eye level with the quivering ball.
"Sam sweetie listen to me. Sammy its Missouri. Its okay. No one is going to hit you again. You're okay sweet pea. Dean is okay, he's not mad." Missouri rested her hand against Sam's forehead and thought idly, when this was over, she was going to sleep for a year.
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Sam's mind was a black abyss in many ways; the only difference Missouri found was that she was not the only woman in Sam's mind. Mary, almost as if she were flesh and blood stood in the center. Calling out to her son coaxing him out of whatever hole in his mind he had hidden in.
"Mary?" Missouri called drifting toward her, Mary spun around to face her.
"I didn't feel you come in. Did something happen?" Worry creased her young face, having past on; she hadn't aged a day over 25.
Missouri nodded her head. "John broke down. I'm surprised he lasted this long." Missouri talked conversationally to the dead woman, as if this was a normal encounter. "So Dean was laying with Sam, just being near him, and got up for what ever reason and I guess Sam woke up and Dean didn't want to scare him, and Sam ended up sending him across the room, he's down for the count, which is good because he's exhausted any way."
Mary scrubbed her face with her hands shaking her head. "I've been here for a while; I'm trying to get Sammy to come out of where he's hiding. He's been in there a while, I'm scared that he won't ever come out. I got him to wake up. But can I get him to really get up?" Mary looked at her friend for support, but found that she was seemingly looking at her same emotions in Missouri's face. Neither woman knew how to handle this situation.
"Have you tried using Jessica?" Missouri asked wondering, how in fact Mary had even gotten into Sam's mind.
"She can't, she's too new, she doesn't have enough power to." Mary said quietly. "Don't ask." Missouri accepted that answer, every woman had their secrets, dead ones included.
"He'll come out Mary." Missouri said looking around for the 'hole' that Mary had spoken of. Sam's mind in its weak state formed to what you thought of it. When Mary had said 'hole' Missouri had pictured a cave with many holes and hiding places, all the two women really had to do was find that hole and get him to come out.
"Thank you Missouri. How long are you going to be staying?" Mary gestured around Sam's mind as if they were in a hotel, both women smiled trying to feel a little better about the dire problems at hand.
The middle-aged woman sighed tiredly. "Not long, this as you know, takes a lot of energy with you here I don't have to stay. If you need anything the 'door' is always open Mary." With that Missouri stepped out of Sam's mind, leaving the deceased mother with her son.