Lie - SN fic - PG13

[tigriswolf]

Title: Lie
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: the yellow-eyed man, John, Mary, Dean, and Sam aren't mine.
Warnings: spoilers for pilot
Pairings: John/Mary
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 880
Point of view: third

It’s only a lie if someone believes you…

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            Mary said her brother died when she was five and her mother the very next year. She said her father tried his best, but he just couldn’t deal with it.

            John talked about his older siblings, twins—Nancy and David. He thought the sun rose and set on them. Nancy hugged him when he joined the marines and Dave clapped him on the back; they both swore they’d only been prouder when he graduated high school.   John talked about his parents, married for nigh on thirty years and still going strong, how they were the best he could’ve hoped for.

            Mary wed him five months after he asked, and said she loved him, that she wanted to be with him forever. She didn’t mention the Man with golden eyes who followed her everywhere, who licked His lips when she glanced His way, who smirked from the corner while Dean was conceived.

            John smiled throughout the ceremony, unable to take his gaze away from his beautiful girl, the most gorgeous person he’d ever laid eyes on. He loved her laugh and her smile, and the way she grinned just for him whenever he started rambling about cars or planes or his plans for their shared future. 

            Mary sobbed when Dean slid from her womb, wailing and howling and announcing to all the world that he’d finally arrived. She knew that John thought it was because of the pain—aching and burning and searing, so deep inside she knew she’d feel it for years—but it was really because of the Man, smirking in the corner, tapping His watch and mouthing, Time’s up.

            John cried tears of love and relief and complete adoration as he held his son for the first time, and he didn’t care who knew. He had the perfect wife and the perfect boy, and his dreams for tomorrow were looking closer by the second. He smiled down at the newborn in his arms, at the tiny face scrunched up adorably, and then looked over at Mary, who’d slipped into sleep. 

            Mary begged Him for mercy, for time, for life. Just a few years, she pled, throwing herself at His feet, looking up at Him through her golden hair and dark lashes. His eyes burned as He gazed down at her, tapping His chin with a finger. 

            And what will you give me that is not already mine? He finally asked.

            Anything you want, she promised and He smiled.

            John brought his wife and son home from the hospital on a gorgeous winter day. He sang along to the radio the whole way, unable to contain his joy.

            Mary went home from the hospital silently, unsure if her deal would work, or even if it was worth it, but she looked over at John, so gorgeously happy, and knew it would have to do.

            She only hoped the yellow-eyed Man didn’t know who He was playing with.

            The night Sam was conceived, Mary looked for Him everywhere, but didn’t see Him. Maybe, she thought, wrapped up in John’s arms, He’s lost interest, moved on.

            Mary didn’t see him for over a year, not until she rushed up the stairs screaming her secondborn’s name and burst into the nursery.

            “Time’s up,” He said.

            “Please,” she begged and He reached out to touch her chin. 
            “I’ve given you a lifetime, Daughter. I could have taken you when I took your mother, but I allowed you life. I’ve granted you two fine sons and more happiness than most will ever know.”

            She glanced over at Sammy in his crib, content and peaceful, and she thought of Dean asleep in his room and John asleep downstairs. 

            “You swore yourself to Me, Daughter,” He whispered, pressing His lips to her brow. “And your mother before you. You are Mine.”

            “You’ll leave my family alone?” she demanded, settling on anger and righteousness.

            He laughed. “Your husband, yes—if he doesn’t make himself a nuisance.” In the scant light of Sammy’s room, His smile was wicked. “But your sons—oh, no, Daughter. Like you, they belong to Me.”

            She shook her head, closed her eyes. “We made a deal, Mary. I let you go, let you have a life… and you follow Me, wherever it is I lead.”

            He backed away, stood by Sammy’s crib. “However, My dear,” He said, “if you renege—I take both your sons and leave you here.”

            “No,” she hissed, stepping forward. “Leave them with John.”

            He smiled. “Very well, Daughter. Let us depart.”

            And Mary died, carved and burning, laughing inside where He couldn’t hear, because, after everything—she’d won. She was her mother’s daughter as much as her father’s, and Sam was protected by her blood.

            But it wasn’t Sam who truly caused her joyous triumph—it was Dean, who was his father’s through and through, who would succeed where countless others had failed—

            Because Mary, that night Dean was conceived, had cheated and called upon her mother’s goddess for aid.

            Go after him with everything in You, Mary howled silently with her final breath, and You still cannot touch him. And he will guard Sammy to his last moment. 

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And it’s only cheating if you get caught. 

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