dream's end - SN fic - PG
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tigriswolfTitle: dream’s end
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for pilot and, obliquely, the first episode of season three
Pairings: Mary/John
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 500
Point of view: third
It chose Mary six month after her birth. It left her in her parents’ care, instead of burning her mother. She was different from the others that way.
It looked in on her from time to time, appearing in different guises. Once, when she was sixteen, It saved her from a male attacker, striking the man from existence. Mary saw It, in Its body of shadow and flame, and she thanked It.
No human had ever gazed upon It without fear before, and It was glad It had let her family keep her, to give her such courage, to kindle her spark of potential.
It appeared again the day she met John, a bright twenty-year-old. She was lovely in a yellow sundress. It wore an old grandmother, gray-haired in purple, and chatted with her about the future.
It knew her future. As Its favorite, her future was grand indeed.
She gave It a beautiful smile as she kept on her way, to church and the store. It watched her go, the child who looked and saw and felt no fear, and It smiled.
The night her firstborn, Dean, was six months old, It met her in his nursery.
“I know you,” Its special girl said. “You can’t have him.”
It stared down at the sleeping babe, the boy with Mary’s eyes. He’s not the one I want, It told her. You’ll have another son, one who burns as you do.
“I owe you my life,” she murmured. “You saved me. But I won’t pay with my child.”
It turned to her and smiled. I allowed you to keep your family. I made sure you kept your life.
Mary touched Dean’s soft, peaceful face. “I’ll make a deal,” she said. “Take me instead of my son.”
It laughed and answered, Agreed.
Yes, Its special girl had fire, but she did not yet understand.
And they met again in Sam’s nursery. She was angry, defiant—had thought It would come for her, not her boy.
He is lovely, my dear, It said. Quite a catch. But not you.
And It had waited almost thirty years for this girl, so finally It rewarded Itself for such patience.
Of all Its children, she was the first to have children of her own. And before they turned thirty, It would take them, too.
A complete set, to command Its army—a priestess, a general, and Its second, the king, her lovely boy Samuel.
It showed her the future in her final heartbeat as a woman. I chose you for this task, to bear my heirs, It told her. Be proud, Mary.
I will not help you, she answered, glaring, defiant even at her death.
Yes, It replied. You will.
Its special girl and her boys, her sons with her fire, one with her eyes and both with her spirit—ah, It bathed in their power and waited.
They would come. And It would embrace them. It need only be patient, for It had already won.
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(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-11 11:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-12 02:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-11 11:57 pm (UTC)Really atmospheric and kind of terrifying, actually.
I love the POV, it's so detached and yet EVIL.
*shivers*
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Date: 2007-10-12 02:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-12 12:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-12 02:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-12 12:57 am (UTC)Eek! Creepy!
Nicely done, with such a sad, inevitable sense of destiny. Oh, Winchesters.
Btw, I love Mary's defiance here:
I will not help you, she answered, glaring, defiant even at her death.
Nice. :)
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Date: 2007-10-12 02:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-12 03:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-12 01:10 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-12 04:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-12 03:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-12 01:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-12 11:31 pm (UTC)And S3 seems to be just really gearing up to have something awesome for us.
You're my favourite prophet, by the way.
*is no longer really coherent, but adores this still*
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Date: 2007-10-13 05:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-19 05:22 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-19 07:25 pm (UTC)