12-19-2019, 04:09 AM
The thing about this, about working with John (that was a whole thing) to find their son, meant that finding him meant also finding Michael.
Michael. As in the archangel. The crazy, homocid- no, genocidal, evil archangel that wanted to use her son’s body in order to destroy pretty much everything. She knew that even if she or John were able to find Dean, there was really very little either or even both of them together could do other than plead with their son to fight against the archangel. Truthfully, she wasn’t even certain why she was trying to find him other than because she needed to do something, she had to try, even if it was impractical.
She couldn’t just let Dean go without a fight. Not this time. She had made deals with demons, she had died and been brought back, she had left her sons behind. Too much, she had abandoned her family too many times to do it again. She could be better, she was better than that. She loved her boys, she loved her husband, and she would see them all together again.
Safe. Alive. Together.
But she also needed to rest, or she would be no good to anyone if… When they found Dean. So she returned to the bunker, heading to the kitchen. Someone was in there… With a small smile, she called out, “Sam? That you?” It could be John, of course, but somehow it didn’t feel like it was him in the kitchen…
@starkly
For Dean! <3
Michael. As in the archangel. The crazy, homocid- no, genocidal, evil archangel that wanted to use her son’s body in order to destroy pretty much everything. She knew that even if she or John were able to find Dean, there was really very little either or even both of them together could do other than plead with their son to fight against the archangel. Truthfully, she wasn’t even certain why she was trying to find him other than because she needed to do something, she had to try, even if it was impractical.
She couldn’t just let Dean go without a fight. Not this time. She had made deals with demons, she had died and been brought back, she had left her sons behind. Too much, she had abandoned her family too many times to do it again. She could be better, she was better than that. She loved her boys, she loved her husband, and she would see them all together again.
Safe. Alive. Together.
But she also needed to rest, or she would be no good to anyone if… When they found Dean. So she returned to the bunker, heading to the kitchen. Someone was in there… With a small smile, she called out, “Sam? That you?” It could be John, of course, but somehow it didn’t feel like it was him in the kitchen…
@starkly
For Dean! <3