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Mary Winchester | 09 | [Action]

[Since she'd spoken with Dean, she pretty much locked herself away in the kitchen. She was feeling more and more useless as the days went by... She couldn't save Dean before he'd gotten hurt, she couldn't save Sam, she couldn't do anything about the man that had been verbally harassing her.]

Leave me alone.

[What the hell was she expected to do?! And now? Now she was being followed. By a ghost that refused to leave her alone. She couldn't hear him, he looked like he was trying to talk to her, she couldn't hear it though. All he did was stand beside her and stare at her. And if his expression was anything to go by? He seemed to be disappointed in her.

What else was new though? She'd wanted out and she got it, she didn't want back in. Even after saving Dean and having a taste of the life again, she didn't want it.]

I said leave me alone...

[Picking up a knife, she started chopping vegetables, her hands steadily moving quicker as the man got closer to her. She'd tried banishing him, throwing salt at him...it just didn't seem to work.

When the semi transparent man drew closer to her and reached out to touch her, she jerked to the side, the knife cutting deeply into her hand. Dropping the knife as she gripped the wound, she stumbled back before hitting a counter with her back.

Sliding down the counter, she sat on the floor as she wrapped her hand in her apron.

She couldn't look up at him, even now, his expression seemed to say "You can't even do this right".]

...daddy, please...I'm sorry...just...just leave me alone...

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Ma'am? Are you alright?

[Glancing up as Raidou moved closer, she couldn't help shaking slightly, both from blood loss and that Samuel seemed a little irritated that Mary seemed relieved someone else was in the room. Aside from the fact that Samuel wouldn't leave, she thought she was doing just fine.]

F-fine...just fine.

[Silently huffing, the man moved back and nudged the bloody knife, the blade making a scraping sound on the hard floor. He knew that she wasn't okay, but no matter what he was or wasn't feeling, she wouldn't let her pass up someone that could help her. Especially if she seemed to proud or just refused to stitch it up herself.

Right about that time, she moved her uninjured hand, the red on her apron standing out in stark contrast to the white fabric.]

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It's been a rough few weeks for everyone, I think.

[Finally noticing the dog that was with him, she tried to move away from it. She didn't know what it wanted, but whatever it was, it couldn't be good. Waiting for the pain as a green light covered her hand, it came as a surprise when no pain came, just a tingling feeling as the wound closed.

Pulling the hand from the fabric, she flexed her hand slowly, clearly amazed at how well it was healed. As this happened, Samuel watched impassively.]

I'm ready for it to be over...

[As much as she'd wanted to see her father before; it was obvious that he didn't like that she'd made that damnable deal, much less who it was for. She already felt like a failure as a mother, his disapproval was just the icing on the cake and made her feel like a failure of a daughter.

...at this point, she was almost thinking that dying would be better...Maybe he shouldn't have healed her...

Almost as though he could hear her thoughts, the man advanced upon her, causing her to flinch and bring her legs up. She'd never really been scared of him, and even now, she wasn't truly scared...she just hated the thought that he'd be disappointed or ashamed of her.]

Stop!

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I think that's enough - continuing this will not solve anything, and if you're trying to drive her to her death, I'll have to stop you.

[Hiding her face in her legs, she couldn't see the hurt expression that crossed Samuel's face at the accusation. It wasn't his intention, but she was already slowly breaking from the last few weeks. The icing on the cake was that after everything she'd gone through...her boys were still gone. She couldn't save them...

She couldn't stand the overwhelming feeling of loneliness, that there was no one here that cared for her and she could care for in return.

Standing slowly, Samuel gave Raidou a steady look. He didn't want to leave, but after looking at his daughter, even a stubborn man like him knew that perhaps someone living had a better chance at calming her down. Once she was calm and away from any knives...he'd try again.

Stepping back, he vanished, leaving nothing to prove that he'd even been there.]

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Are you alright, ma'am?

[Not lifting her head, she just shook softly, her exhaustion catching up with her. She was scared, felt useless, and hadn't slept in two days...she wasn't sure how much longer she could take any of this.]

...no. I don't...I don't think I'll be okay anymore...

[She should have just let Samuel have her, even if he hurt her, it was no less than she deserved.]

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You're still here... and I think, it may not be as bad as you're afraid of, or I would've had more of a fight on my hands.

...He's so disappointed in me...

I abandoned him, left him bloody in the mud...and I couldn't even save what I left him for...

[It was all for nothing. She felt like she let him die, she didn't even fight the demon when he only said he'd bring back John...she could have pushed for her parents. Should have pushed for her parents. But she gave up after one 'no'.]

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It's hard for me to say with certainty... but I'm not sure that's why he's been haunting you. I don't think he wants you to suffer like this - or thinks you deserve it. [] Every ghost I've dealt with that was driven by a grievance with the living has pressed it, and he seemed hurt by the idea that he'd drive you further into this.

[Winding her fingers into her hair, she couldn't stop herself from crying softly. As much as she wanted to see her parents again, she knew better than this man, that all they'd feel would be disappointment. Family first...that's what she was always taught, and she abandoned it for a dream, or thought she abandoned it.]

He wouldn't be...he hates me, he has to. I let him die...let mom die...I doomed my babies and sold one of them to-... Why wouldn't he? I've turned my back on everything and it's only led to hurting my loved ones..

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And yet, when he vanished, he looked to me as if pleading me to help you. []

[Not moving as she felt him setting a hand on her shoulder, she didn't even show that she'd felt anything, all of her attention focused on her self loathing.]

...Why? ...Daddy doesn't care...he wouldn't be proud of me or want me living... [He hated anything that was normal, loving the family job. It's one reason why he hated John. He'd wanted her to be with a hunter. Congratulations Daddy, she ended up marrying one, even if he wasn't one at the time.]

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It... seems that he does, more than you thought - [] Sometimes people don't realize what they have, or had, until they lose it.

[He wasn't angry with her? Glancing up at the man beside her, her eyes were swimming in tears that were threatening to fall with the slightest push. Was daddy really not angry with her...but she gave up everything he drilled into her. Even lost his grandbabies.]

...I failed him though...

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Apparently not as badly as you'd thought. [] No-one is perfect, or invincible; we all do the best we can.

[Leaning into him ever so slightly, she actually accepted some of the comfort he was offering.]

...No. It was bad...really bad. But, so you really think he's not that angry?

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He all but asked me out loud to help you ... and I think that only because he couldn't speak.

[She couldn't stand being alone. It was one thing that she really truly feared, more than anything else. The hug in itself was very welcome, the contact warming her and helping her to feel a little bit safer.]

There's only one way you can help me...and even I'm starting to think it's impossible.

's the matter sweet cheeks?
Daddy touch you in your no-no places like the good Daddy's girl you are?

[Rocking herself quietly, she was surprised as she suddenly heard a voice from her blackberry. It was, him...the jerk that said such horrible things to her.]

...He didn't...

[That's not to say the kiss they shared didn't still haunt her nightmares at times.]

[There's another soft laugh, a little high pitched that may even be a manly giggle. Because normal giggling is for pussies.]

Ohho! Deeeeeeeeniiiiiiiiiiaaaaalllllllllllllll. I fuckin' love it. Why don't you gimme some nice details n' maybe I can give you a hand with your Daddy trauma.

He...he didn't. He loved me, he wouldn't hurt me like that.

[she can't stop a small noise that may have been a sniffle though. Totally from the pain in her hand...yeah.]

...just because your father touched you doesn't mean that mines a bad person.

Only time daddy dared to touch me was to shake my hand- before I ripped the motherfucker's arm off.
[Que insane laughter.]

Could you use some Cumforting, my favourite lil' MILF?

[This man was a monster, that's all there was to it. What kind of human could hurt their family like that?]

Not from you. Besides, I doubt your definition of comfort is the same as mine.

But...Even if I did, I wouldn't even know where or how to find you. You just harass me over the phone...

Edited 2011-10-15 05:11 (UTC)

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