Mary Winchester | 03 | [Accidental - Video]

[was_a_hunter]

[As the feed comes, it soon becomes clear that it wasn't done on purpose. For starters, the owner isn't holding the device. For another, Mary's laying on her side, her face and what is exposed of her skin mottled by dark painful looking bruises. The worst of which seemed to be centered on her jawline, a thin trail of blood falling from her busted lower lip. She'd rose to the guards riling, the comments he'd made too much for her to simply take in good conscience...in return, he took his frustration out on her.

Pushing herself up to lean against the side of the cell, it's clear enough it's not just her face that's hurt, the movement clearly paining her. Groaning softly, she lifts a hand to wipe the blood from her chin, still unaware of the recording light being on.]

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[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[To him, killing the guy that hurt her so badly wasn't stupid. It wasn't stupid at all.] I won't.

[see? look at him. He's calm. perfectly rational.]

[was_a_hunter]

[Had she been in the right frame of mind, she'd have known better.

It was a few minutes before she answered. Lowering her eyes, she couldn't look Dean in the face...Of all the people that could hurt her, he had to have a stupidly simple name.] Bob...his name was Bob.

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[the anger flared higher as she lowered her eyes. The name didn't sound familiar among the manor, so...] A guard? of course she would make them hurt us; sticking us here just wasn't enough. [okay, that had a little emotion in it: disgust. The anger was still too big, burning too hot, for it to make his way into his word, getting stuck in his throat.

the name raged inside him, beating in place of the pulse he didn't have. Bob. Bob. Bob was one dead son of a bitch.]

[was_a_hunter]

A guard. [She hadn't encountered something like him before, someone that didn't live here. It wasn't any wonder that she didn't know what to expect.]

...he was talking to me and...when he said certain things, I lost my temper. [Losing her temper was putting it mildly, there were some things you simply did not say to her. She never raised her hand to him though, not until the first hit.]

He didn't like that.

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[He's not going to like a lot of things.]

okay. just... rest, heal up, and make sure you're okay. I'll be by sometime if I can to make sure you're okay. [calm, calm, too freaking calm. his voice, at least. the almost blank expression, too.]

[was_a_hunter]

[Oh, that expression didn't go unnoticed. Had they not had a wonderful bonding moment previously, she'd have been worried that he simply didn't care about her.

The complete calm was what scared her.] Dean...just, don't start anything with the guards...they're not normal. I'll be okay.

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

I'm used to not normal. [He smirked briefly, but even that didn't quite reach his eyes, which were blazing.]

You don't look okay. you look like someone hit you. more than once. [and he wasn't there to protect you. yet another failure to add to the list. Great job, Dean. but the douchebag isn't going unpunished. and it wasn't leaving the guards alone that he promised to - it was not doing anything stupid; this was very not stupid.]

[was_a_hunter]

[In her opinion he was over reacting. That's not to say that if their position were reversed, she wouldn't be hunting the bastard down. Things were just made worse by the fact that they were unarmed and the guards had nightsticks.] You seem to forget, just because it's been awhile...this isn't the first time I've been hit.

[He should know that better than anyone. As long as nothing was stabbed or broken, they were doing okay.] Just give me a few days, I'll be good as new. Okay?

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

I know it's not. and just rest, okay? [with that, making sure his mom was as okay as she could be, he switches the feed off, and starts hunting down 'Bob'.]