A Mother Who Loved Too Much

     M A R Y             W I N C H E S T E R . the mother who loved too much. hunter || mother || wife. #theloyalmother

[theloyalmother]

"H-huh?" Ryan blinked, calm expression melting into confusion. Stumbling over his words, his sky blue eyes held concern as he tilt his head. "Well, th-that’s a sweet age. Though he may be getting a snow day- ah… A-are you sure, M-Mary? I woul’nt want to be a bother. If’n yer sure, ah…. P’haps I could help ye somehow? I can’t lift none, but I c’n clean. Or, ah, laundry- something of those sorts?"

His feet shifted nervously a bit against the floor, and although he would be delighted to stay- he was still shocked that he wasn’t being tossed out yet.

“I bet Dean's goin' t' love th' snow. Sammy's too young t' understand what snow is and why it falls, but whenever we get it, Dean's out there, rollin' 'round like a madman. S'quite cute, actually.” Mary gushed, she loved talking about her sons, especially about what made them happy. Looking around, she looked back to him and shook her head. “Come now, darlin'. Y' can stay as long as y' want. It's no skin off m' nose, 'could do with a lil' helper around th' house.” Mary nodded, grinning a little.

Standing up, she held out her hand. She needed to show him where he was going to stay.

[theloyalmother]

“Shep.." He muttered, looking at the ceiling a bit in thought. 

"S’pose if the hail gets nasty, I could find a gas station to lurk around. Or the spot behind the dumpsters if they keep the lids up. Usually makes a kind of roof between the fence and sides… Next few days, huh…" He sighed through his nose, then smiled. 

"It’ll make the trees look nice at the least. But I’ll definitely be using the bridges rather than the main over rivers." Ryan looked to Mary with a quiet chuckle. "Bet the little’ns’ll be glad for it. Are they in school yet?"

Mary rose a brow when he muttered something to the ceiling, but she merely shook it off as something normal. A smile came along her lips but it soon turned into a frown when he spoke of finding a gas station, and she shook her head, almost insulted.

“I don't think y' will. Y' can stay here tonight, Ryan.” She informed him. There wasn't a choice in it. She wasn't going to let such a nice kid roam around the streets with nowhere to stay when she had a perfectly good bedroom upstairs that he could use.

“M' eldest is four, he's jus' started school -- but m' youngest, he's only six months, so he's not even in nursery yet.”

[theloyalmother]

Sam sighed, knowing his mom wouldn’t think anything negative about him no matter what he told her. Which he really shouldn’t be surprised by, but for some reason it made him feel even worse. “Yeah,” he agreed softly, nodding. “I fixed it, and I ended up going nuts because of it. ..You have a lot to catch up on.” Sam let her comfort him, it hitting him once again that he actually had a mom to take care of him now. “I think there’s a part of him that still hates me, Mama.”

“Y' can fill me in all about it tonight. We'll sit and watch a film or somethin' like tha'. No matter what y' tell me, Sammy, y'll always be my lil' boy and I'll always love y'. I don't care what you've done in th' past. You're always goin' t' be my baby.” Mary placed her hand back on his cheek, rubbing it lightly. She shook her head when he claimed that there was a part of Dean that hated him and she pressed a loving kiss to his forehead. “I'll talk t' him, don't y' worry abou' tha'.”

[theloyalmother]

"Yeah? Guess you’re lucky. Ain’t kids a nightmare? I’d never have ‘em, personally. Not a chance in Hell."

❝I wouldn't say tha'. I love my kids with all m' heart, an' I wouldn't trade them for the world, but I never expected to have children so young, y'no?❞

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[theloyalmother]

When Mary asked for a beer, Wyatt chuckled quietly to himself. “Actually yeah I do.” Well no he didn’t, but that didn’t stop him from leaning to the bottom part of the refrigerator where he could easily orb one from Chris’s apartment without having Mary see it. Seeing as his Mom, Dad and little sister didn’t drink that often and he didn’t drink because of the many reasons that being drunk had brought him, the Manor hadn’t exactly stocked any type of alcohol except ones used for cooking.

Once the beer appeared in subtle blue lights in his hand he stood back up and popped the lid open for her. “Here…” he began, handing her the bottle. “What happened?” he asked calmly. 

  Mary took the beer with a thankful nod, swallowing down half the glass before settling it down on the table. Looking around for a moment, she leaned down onto the table, resting her elbows onto the island, looking at the man before sucking in a deep breath. She wasn't even sure what had happened, she'd been with her mom and dad once minute, and the next she was in the future, and damn was it confusing! All these new gadgets were confusing her.

     ❝W-Well, 'm not exactly sure. I was with m' mom an' dad one minute, then I was here. An'-An' I dunno' how it happened, exactly.❞

[theloyalmother]

         “My name is Castiel.                    —I’m an angel, well, fallen angel.”

      The was no reason to lie about that. This was Dean’s mom—and as far as Cas could tell—she had been to Heaven. Accepting that there are angels out there shouldn’t be too big of a problem, right?

    ❝An Angel?

                 Didn't think they existed. Nobody's ever met an Angel before.❞

Well clearly not, but she had now, and she wore a proud smile. Nodding her head, she leaned back slightly, clearing her throat somewhat before sighing, running a hand through her hair.

              ❝Y' been lookin' after Sam 'n Dean?❞

[theloyalmother]

     ”They are.”

 Castiel replied with no hesitation. Everyone could tell he was lying… so why even bother anymore?

     ”They have been learning how to hunt ever since you passed. I haven’t been acquainted with them for that long though, of course. I’ve only known them for a few years now.”

 The angel wasn’t exactly comfortable with being the one to tell her all of this. At least his ‘people skills’ were better than they used to be. Hopefully she wouldn’t ask how Castiel met them—things might get a little intense.

    Mary nodded in confirmation when he spoke of them starting to hunt after he death, that was John's doing. He knew how much she hated hunting and she'd told him, specifically that she didn't want her children growing up in the same environment.

❝Thank y' for tellin' me th' truth.

             I didn't catch your name, sweetie.❞

[theloyalmother]

Sammy nuzzled her cheek against her mothers shoulder and yawned softly. Once they were in her paretns room she smiled very sleepily and nodded. “Seep…Goo’night momma.” she moved from her mothers and kissed her cheek before buring herself under the covers between her mom and dad.

Mary smiled when Sammy nuzzled into her and her arms wrapped protectively around her daughter, holding her closer to her chest, listening to her breathing until it slowly calmed -- and she was falling asleep listening to the sound of her daughter breathing. A smile claimed her lips at the words, before sleep took her under.

[theloyalmother]

"You’ve go a mom face, ain’t you? Kinda warm and nice or some crap." He grinned at her as he pointed. "Yeah, that’s what it is."

❝I think tha' might be wha' it is. A lot of people always say that 'm like their mom, but 've only got two sons.❞

[theloyalmother]

"Okay?" Sam repeated in a somewhat incredulous voice. "Mamma I started the apocalypse. I literally set the devil free. That is so far from okay. But even worse, I hurt Dean. I don’t think he’s ever fully trusted me since then." Sam blinked when she took a step towards him, his shoulders automatically curling inward some when she poked his chest. Sam paused before speaking quietly. "I’ve..I’ve messed up everything I’ve ever tried. I’m certainly not good."

“Baby..” Mary comforted in a soft voice, her hand coming up to his cheek again, rubbing at the stubble softly before tilting her head. “What's done is done. Y' stopped th' apocalypse, didn't y'? That's somethin' t' be proud of. Y' finished what y' started.” She murmured, but her eyes widened when she heard that the boys were having trust problems, and she shook her head, bringing Sam closer to her. “I'll talk t' your brother. I'll make him see sense, baby.”

[theloyalmother]

He took another sip, chuckling after he swallowed then a huge gulp. She wasn’t kidding about doing wonders. Cold? What was that? It quickly became foreign to him despite his low body weight- and he could feel the harshest bite of hunger ease off. 

"No kiddin’; I can feel it workin’ already. Mmm…" He took another sip, closing his eyes a moment with a hum. Long lashes for a boy fluttered a moment as he tilt his head. 

His eyes opened as he looked softly at her. “If you don’ min’ me askin’. D’you know what the weather’s gonna be like for the next 24? I figure it’d be good t’know if’n there’s gonna be snow or not since cars tend ta be a lil’ more dangerous on the highway when it’s fallin’. I’ll know to keep my hip to the concrete sidins if I have to jump, or whether or not I should find pedestrian bridges over water crossin’s.”

Mary smiled again when he took another sip and she tilted her head slightly, sitting herself down on the couch, watching Ryan with fond, motherly eyes. It was nice to see something like this, keeping a kid warm -- out from the winter weather.

"Good, 'm glad. It's nice t' keep warm in this kinda weather."

Leaning forward, she grabbed the newspaper and flicked it open, looking at the weather section before sighing.

"'pparently it's gonna' be quite bad th' next few days. Lookin' at snow and hail."

[theloyalmother]

"He put blood inside me," Sam said softly, rubbing his chest slightly like he was pointing it out. He shook his head. "Azazel put the blood in me, but I’m the one who screwed myself up and let it control me. It’s my fault I’m a…a monster," he forced the word out, finding it more difficult to say to his mother than he would’ve thought. "Not yours." He barely controlled the tears with effort, his fists clenching.

“I know he did, baby. I know all abou' it. I was told, by some angel guy tha' you'd gone a little off th' rails. But we all do that, baby. We all loose it sometime or another. And you lost it, tha's okay!” Shaking her head when he claimed to be a monster, she took a step forward, although she wasn't exactly scary because of the height difference, she pressed her finger into his chest. “Sam Winchester. Y' are not a monster. Y' are anythin' but a monster. Y' are my son, for one thing -- an' I love you no matter what you've got inside of y'.”

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[frommemetoyou]

|REACTION MEME| Bruised and Broken Version

"Woah, when did you get that?"

"Who did this to you?"

"How many time have I told you to be more careful?"

"You’re saying this was an accident?"

"What a shiner!"

"If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy."

"I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!"

"Does it hurt when I touch it?"

"Let me kiss it better."

"If you don’t rest, you won’t heal."

"Another fight?"

"What happened to your face?"

"I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…"

"Let’s get you to bed."

"Let’s get you to the hospital."

"Why are you so calm about this?"

"You’re bleeding!"

"What are friends for, ey?"

"So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?"

"You need to look where you’re going."

"I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious."

"Do you want to tell me what really happened?"

"Don’t move! You’ll faint!"

"I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec."

"You’re the clumsiest person I know."

"I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this."

"How could you be so careless?"

"I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!"

"H-how many of them were there?"

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"So..I was the price?" Sam asked, genuinely confused about why someone would want- wait. If it was the same demon, that would make sense. He wanted permission to come into their house and feed Sam his blood. Sam swallowed thickly. "Oh," he said softly.

“I know wha' y' got inside of y', Sammy…an' it's my fault. Y' are what y' are, because of me. I shouldn' have agreed to it.” Mary slid her hand away from his cheek, giving him a sad smile, and a tilt of her head.

[theloyalmother]

Sam sniffled and got a confused look on his face. “What deal are you talking about?” he asked, leaning into the kiss, the touch spreading peace through him.

“We—well, tha' demon, whatever his name was, killed my mom -- then, he possessed m' dad. He snapped John's next right before m' eyes, told me tha' he'd bring him back, but for a price. He didn't say wha' th' price was, jus' tha' he'd come back in ten years to collect somethin'. 'Course I agreed, but then -- he killed m' dad and then left. Dean didn' get t' me in time. Made a big mistake, but if I hadn't, I wouldn't've had y' and your brother.”

[theloyalmother]

She rubbed her fist against her eye and nodded. “Peas.” she held up her arms to wrap about her mothers neck. Once up she spoke softly, in a hushed wisper. “Evewyone was gone… I was awone…”

Mary wrapped her arms around her daughter, bringing her up to her chest, settling her on her hip as she walked towards the main bedroom. Pushing the door open, she sat down on the bed and smiled. ❝-- Come on baby, let's sleep.❞

[theloyalmother]

"It’s not like that—! Just know, you should be very careful."

❝—So, you're treatenin' me now? What kinda game 're y' playin'?!❞