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Post by MARY WINCHESTER on Dec 1, 2012 11:30:14 GMT -8
She was alive… alive after being burned alive by the yellow eyed bastard. She could remember her death clear as day running upstairs to save her son… her son, Mary tried to think about the feelings behind that... she had absolutely none besides the hate for the demon that killed her. Gripping the shot glass in her hand Mary glanced around the scummy bar she had found herself in. The bar tender was missing teeth and had what looked like a mullet but even worse. The men were even worse here big and burly, all giving her that look that would usually unnerve a woman. Well a woman who wasn’t raised as a hunter, Mary could probably take on any of the men that would want to cause her any harm… not to mention the pistol she kept hidden.
Throwing back her head she downed the shot and singled for another who, the bar tender made some comment about it only being eleven in the morning but she just waved her cash and the alcohol kept flowing. The alcohol helped with the blinding headaches she would get, she didn’t know what caused them but ever since she came back she had gotten them. Maybe the person who brought her back got some wires crossed in her mind, she didn’t know that it was just a side effect of having her brain tampered with.
She glanced at the journal in her hand, the word Mystic Falls was circled… she had come across a lot of animal attacks in that town… animal that would drain the blood out of their victims, not to mention there was one where guy was staked in the heart. This town had to have something supernatural going on and Mary was thinking vampires, a nest had to be in the area and it was Mary’s job to find it. She had stopped on her way there here at this bar; alcohol was something that Mary had found a new love for. When she was younger she didn’t understand why so many hunters drank but now… now she did, it made her feel so much better… to numb herself to anything out there… not to mention it tasted to good.
Out of the corner of her eye Mary noticed one of the men who had been staring at her had gotten up and started to talk towards her. He walked over placing his hand on the bar next to her, his other hand traveled to her lower back. Mary sat up straight raising her eyebrow… she looked small and probably like easy pickings to this guy. He was extremely drunk; he had probably been drinking all night and hadn’t stopped when the sun came up. The man was mumbling something about him showing her the best time she’s ever had. She sat there unsure if she should just hit him or give him a little more time to back off… such a hard decision.
((I'll make this prettier later))
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Post by SAM WINCHESTER on Dec 2, 2012 1:36:20 GMT -8
Sam heaved his body out of the car, pulling at his left arm. It had fallen asleep during the night, while he was curled up in the passenger seat. Without much discussion over the issue, Dean had pulled in front of a bar. Sam didn't argue about it, even though it was rather early in the morning. His brother was not one for emotional conversations like the one they had on the road over a certain fallen angel. Besides, there was only so long someone with Sam's height could stand being in the cramped car. Besides, he could eat some of the horrible food and use a bathroom while they were at it. He stretched his back before he followed Dean straight into the bar. Always at his brother's side, without hesitation. After all, Dean Winchester had been more of a father to Sam than John ever had.
Considering Dean was his only family member left, he had learned to deal with the man's idiosyncrasies without arguing. No matter how differently he felt about the choice he was going to make.
Without a word, Sam sat down next to his brother, leaning on his arm. He wished he had brought the maps and equipment from the car, just for something to do while he waited. Angels moved fast, after all. He had to make sure the route they picked was the fastest method to Mystic Falls. Odd name for a town and the Winchester brothers had been in all fifty states, in some weird towns.
After a few minutes, Sam craved to the pressure and ordered his own beer to chug down.
"You going to be okay to drive?" He asked Dean.
Might as well make sure he wasn't going to have to be the designated driver. If both of them were going to get drunk, they would not be able to drive promptly to Virgina, which would put a huge gap in travel time. If Dean was that broken up over Castiel's absence, the sooner they arrived the better.
Silently, Sam drank his beer and tried not to judge the emotional state of his older brother. After all, throughout all of their life the two of them had always been polar opposites. Sam was the academic, Dean was the high school dropout. Their life had changed dramatically, but the same problems of a family still lay beneath all the guns and shooting of the supernatural creatures. Team free will was still a family and it seemed that Castiel had decided to take on the role of the estranged older brother. Sam could not wait for the day when the burden was taken off of him and handed over to some other pre law student with dreams. Although Sam wished he could have saved Jessica the night she was on his ceiling, there was nothing he could do to turn the clock by five years. While Dean's wish had been that their mother had never died, Sam's would be that Jess had never had.
While Dean remembered their mother, Sam did not. He had seen the pictures, he had seen her spirit seven years ago. He loved her. But the notion of having a mother was forigen to him. The death of Mary Winchester was more tragic for Dean than it was for Sam. His childhood had been yanked away with her death, while Sam had lived in ignorant bliss of having anything other than an older brother and a militaristic father. If either one of them had more of a valid reason to want to get out of the supernatural life, it was Dean. Inadvertently, Sam had destroyed all chances of his brother having an apple pie life.
After his first beer was drained, Sam finally glanced over at his older brother. Worry was clear on his face, but he was hesitant about saying anything. Dean did not let emotions pervade far across his mind, he was always trying to push them away instead of dealing with a problem. Emotions consumed Sam, hence why he held on tight to the idea of a deity.
While Dean's curse was oppression of emotions, Sam's was too much faith and hope that everything would still work out the way he wanted it to be.
"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Sam whispered to his brother, not able to resist temptation.
While he was leaning over to talk to Dean, Sam took note of a rather inebriated man pressed up against a woman with blonde hair. He didn't think anything of it, until the face struck an emotional chord and brought up memories, although they were vauge. Mary.
Sam had never really remembered his mother. He had been six months old when she died, it wasn't enough time to get to know her. His heart stopped for a moment and then picked up at a merciless pace, while his eyes dilated to twice their size. He couldn't breathe.
"Dean," Sam whimpered, tapping his brother's arm and gesturing toward their mother.
"Is that...?"
Sam could not even manage the words to finish his sentence and reflexively his hand tightened on his brother's arm. While his parents should have satisfied the safety he craved as a human being, it had always been Dean.Hence the desperation with which he clung to his elder brother without even thinking about it. All of a sudden he had been reverted to a child, and Sam Winchester was always going to need his big brother to feel whole. Mary Winchester was a foreign figure to him, mother was a concept he had never considered. It had been John, Sam and Dean for the longest time, and the emotional bond lay between the two brothers. He could never imagine having anything more, the concept was too much. Dean was the first person he reached for in a crisis, the first one he would think of if there was any danger of death.
Yet Dean remembered their mother, and had other people to lean on, somewhat. Perhaps Sammy was a little more jealous of that than he should have been.
"Dean..."
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Post by DEAN WINCHESTER on Dec 4, 2012 18:58:24 GMT -8
Dean had never been one for heart-to-hearts of any nature. Unlike Sam who seemed more than content to constantly wear his emotions on his sleeve for the entire world to see, the older Winchester much preferred to keep anything his enemies might be able to use against him tightly locked away so deeply in his brain that even he had to work if he wanted to bring them out. That being said, there had always been one person who managed to bring out the softer side of him no matter what the circumstance might be. Having practically raised Sammy on his own since his brother had been little more than a toddler, the two had developed a bond early in both their lives that few could ever imagine possible unless they'd shared something similar to what the Winchester boys had with another. Needless to say, Dean had almost been reduced to tears in the car last night when the topic of Castiel had come up thanks to his own slip of the tongue. Honestly, it had been sheer will more than anything else that had kept his eyes dry as Dean wasn't one to cry in front of others - not even Sammy.
Which is why I guarantee you Sam isn't about to deny me a drink right now, he noted silently as he pulled into the parking lot of a bar they'd frequented a couple times before during their travels back and forth across the country over the years. I don't really give a crap if he thinks it's too early or not. Sammy knows damn well that I hate discussing anything to do with 'how I feel' or that kind of bullshit so he can keep his comments to himself. Anyone who knew the Winchester brothers beyond the reputation of their name understood the unique relationship Dean and Sam shared. A psychologist would probably label them codependent or something else that equaled out to unhealthy but the fact remained that the only reason they were both still here today is because they were willing to do whatever it took to keep the other safe - no questions asked. It was thanks to the early hour that he managed to find a parking space so easily and he had a feeling Sam was well aware of why they'd stopped here even though he'd said nothing since Sam had finally managed to fall back asleep a couple hours earlier.
Shutting off the Impala's engine, he got out without a single word as Dean knew Sam would more than likely follow his lead with no questions asked. The younger Winchester knew better than to argue when he was in a bad mood and so he made a silent beeline to the bar where he collapsed onto one of the stools and signaled the bartender to bring him a beer. Cold and wet, it was the perfect therapy for discussions on feelings and so he couldn't help but sigh after draining it all in two long drinks and gesturing for the guy to keep 'em coming. Shrugging at Sam's question, Dean figured he might as well be honest considering they couldn't both be plastered if they wanted to be back on the road in a reasonable amount of time. After all, he knew all to well how quickly angels could move locations if the need arose and that alone put him on edge about being off the road any longer than it took to grab a bite to eat or take a piss. "Dunno yet," he finally managed to get out after a moment as he rolled the second beer bottle he'd drained between his palms. "Ask me again when I've got about five of these in me and I'll probably be able to give you a more accurate answer."
It was only when Sam couldn't seem to quit asking questions about his well-being that Dean found his fuse slowly disintegrating. His gaze narrowed slightly as he rolled his eyes in obvious irritation before turning his now icy gaze on the younger Winchester. "Oh yes," he snapped harshly, "I'm going to be just fine and dandy. Hell, didn't you know that the whole world is going to be just peachy? Stop worrying Sam, I've been through a hell of a lot worse than chasing after angels. I'll be fine." Honestly, Dean had no idea what would happen when they reached Mystic Falls and he definitely wasn't sure that he'd be fine. Still, the last thing he wanted/needed was Sam worrying about him like a mother hen over its chicks. After all, he was the older between the two of them which meant he was supposed to be the one worrying about Sammy, not the other way around. At least that's what dad said, Dean thought to himself as he started in on his third beer without so much as a buzz yet. He told me to watch out for Sammy. Dad charged me with keeping him safe from anything out there that wants to hurt or use him in some way and so that's exactly what I'm going to do - even if it kills me.
Pulled from his thoughts instantly by the worried and almost fearful tone behind his brother's words as he felt Sam tap his arm, Dean allowed his gaze to follow the direction of the younger Winchester's gesture until his eyes landed on a woman whom he would have recognized anywhere. His eyes widened noticeably at the familiar sight of his mother - the very woman who had died over twenty years ago in a house fire which had torn their family apart in more ways than one - and he was even too shocked to bother keeping his mouth shut as it literally dropped open slightly at the sight of her. Mom? How the hell....unless she's a demon. But if that were the case she'd surely have made a move against us already so what the hell is going on? His shock quickly turned to anger, however, at the sight of some drunken bastard pawing all over her but he managed to reign it in for the moment. Well, long enough for him to nod in response to his brother's question as Dean was well aware that Sam didn't remember their mother as he did given the fact that he'd only been six months when the fire had happened. "I have no idea what the hell is happening Sammy or how this is even possible, but yeah. You're right. That's mom."
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