pickthemusic 37.3 -- "Angel" By Aerosmith
I'm alone, yeah, I don't know if I can face the night
I'm in tears, and the cryin' that I do is for you
I want your love, let's break the walls between us
There was a time that she believed when you were dead, you were free from pain and worry. After you were taken from the world, you would be at peace and all of your battles would be over. There would be nothing to be afraid of and everything was all right.
Mary Winchester knew better than all of that now.
Years of watching the battles that her husband and her sons had gone through since her death had changed all of that. While she was a restless spirit, she wasn't haunting any place. No, she knew how she had died and she knew why, so there was none of this waiting around looking for answers before she moved on. She had moved on, but the pain of her family kept her coming back.
The demon had done things, horrible things and because of what she had done when she was younger, her loved ones were paying the price.
She had done a few things here and there in an attempt to make things easier on the men she loved. She had gone after that evil ghost that was trying to kill her sons and were scaring that poor young mother half to death. Missouri told Sam that she had burned herself up going after the ghost, but she hadn't. She kept watch over her house sometimes and sometimes she went to look in on her men.
Tonight, she was sitting in a chair near John's bed, watching him sleep. His sleep wasn't restful at all and she could feel tears in her eyes and on her face because of his pain. She wanted to be able to reach out and touch him, to let him know that she was there and that she loved him.
"Oh John," she said softly, watching him. "I wish you could hear me."
He didn't respond, just as she knew he wouldn't. He never heard her and once more, she sat with him until he woke with the sun.
Muse: Mary Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural
Words: 334
I'm in tears, and the cryin' that I do is for you
I want your love, let's break the walls between us
There was a time that she believed when you were dead, you were free from pain and worry. After you were taken from the world, you would be at peace and all of your battles would be over. There would be nothing to be afraid of and everything was all right.
Mary Winchester knew better than all of that now.
Years of watching the battles that her husband and her sons had gone through since her death had changed all of that. While she was a restless spirit, she wasn't haunting any place. No, she knew how she had died and she knew why, so there was none of this waiting around looking for answers before she moved on. She had moved on, but the pain of her family kept her coming back.
The demon had done things, horrible things and because of what she had done when she was younger, her loved ones were paying the price.
She had done a few things here and there in an attempt to make things easier on the men she loved. She had gone after that evil ghost that was trying to kill her sons and were scaring that poor young mother half to death. Missouri told Sam that she had burned herself up going after the ghost, but she hadn't. She kept watch over her house sometimes and sometimes she went to look in on her men.
Tonight, she was sitting in a chair near John's bed, watching him sleep. His sleep wasn't restful at all and she could feel tears in her eyes and on her face because of his pain. She wanted to be able to reach out and touch him, to let him know that she was there and that she loved him.
"Oh John," she said softly, watching him. "I wish you could hear me."
He didn't respond, just as she knew he wouldn't. He never heard her and once more, she sat with him until he woke with the sun.
Muse: Mary Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural
Words: 334