Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural.

Author's Note: I wanted a Mary-centric one and this word seemed to work the best. So Word of the Week was emergency and it's 100 words on the dot.


Emergency

There's a bloodcurdling scream and she's running as fast as she can down the stairs.

It was a simple salt and burn. It's always a simple something that goes wrong.

By the time she skids to a stop in the kitchen, her shotgun ready to pound salt into the ghost, it's done its damage and the teenage boy, barely a year older than her, is lying dead in a pool of blood that's sickeningly the same shade of red as her nail polish. The ghost finally disappears, in flames and anguish, a little too late. Like always.

Mary's had enough.