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Mary Winchester ([personal profile] momchester) wrote in [community profile] sirenspull2012-07-04 05:24 am

video; ~5 pm

[Mary looks... well, alive, which is a bonus, but also frazzled and exhausted, with pale skin, dark circles under her eyes, lips chapped, hair falling out of her ponytail.

But more than that, she looks haunted.]


I'm back. I'm alive. [Her lips press together in a thin line. She bows her head and talks to her knees.] No thanks to those monsters.

I don't know if anyone else made it out... there were no- [sniffing hard to avoid tearing up.] -shelters. Nothing Darkness proofed. [Head still bowed tightly.] I don't know if any of those people I fought with made it out alive, but if they didn't, I'm going to tell you all right now.

[She finally looks up, eyes welling now with tears she refuses to cry.]

They hunted us. They bound us, put collars on us, they put us in cages. They chased us and hunted us down like we were fucking dogs and we couldn't-

[she claps a hand over her mouth, breathing hard to rein in her emotions. When she opens her eyes again, there's something chilling and deadened in her eyes.]

When I died at home- the first time, before I came here... it was a demon. A demon pinned me to the ceiling and burned me alive in my baby's nursery, and I didn't feel as violated as I did those two days. In that cage. [She shakes her head intently, looking away.] Those monsters kidnapped children. They wanted to see every one of us die like dumb fucking animals.

I wonder what would happen if I prayed for them. [There's a weird look in her eyes. Something you wouldn't leave your children alone with.] It's the Christian thing to do.

Would I get their souls into Heaven, or their heads on a plate?

[With a last ugly look at the NV, she turns the public feed off.]

[Private to Jinx]

I found a plus one.

[Private to the angels]

Did you hear my prayer? [The one she whispered as she lay dying.] Please, tell me none of you- tell me you didn't go there. Please.
failedparenting: (28: Thinking chair)

[personal profile] failedparenting 2012-07-06 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Setting aside the pain and blood because what the hell did she just do.]

When the hell did you learn to do that? Are you okay? [He brings his good hand up to cup her face. Then, tentatively:] Did they do that to you there?
Edited 2012-07-06 04:55 (UTC)
failedparenting: (21: It's just a flesh wound)

[personal profile] failedparenting 2012-07-06 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
[He opens his mouth to protest, but thankfully stops to think this through. There's something bad wrong with Mary. She was just hunted down and murdered like an animal. She's erratic and jumpy and hurting, clearly she needs this for whatever reason.

So he just nods and pushes his bleeding hand at her.

As he watches her, he suddenly feels ashamed for being angry with her earlier. How fucking insensitive can he get?]
failedparenting: (18: Phone call)

Hope this is okay

[personal profile] failedparenting 2012-07-10 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh he knows. Jesus Christ, how he knows. He knows it so intimately that there are still nights (on the tail ends of horrible, bloody days) he'll wake up trying not to scream.

If John could she the images that keep haunting her, he'd have a hard time of it too. They're too close to his for comfort.

And slowly, as she bandages his shaking hand with her own, it dawns on him what had been bothering him about Mary's actions since the garage (besides the obvious, of course). It's like looking in a gaunt, shellshocked mirror, and he understands.]


Oh Mar...[Gently, he pulls her close to him and strokes her hair. She used to do this for him when it got bad.] Just breathe deep, okay? You're safe now.
Edited 2012-07-10 08:41 (UTC)