Jun 14, 2017
‘ who were you callin’? ’ / @lorewhcre
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‘ who were you callin’? ’ / @lorewhcre
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Second Rising
@lorewhcre @lorewhcre Mary didn't know how long she'd been in Hell. A long time. That was all she knew. Long enough that the angel who pulled her out had to spend a while putting her back together again. Though not, according to him, as bad as it could have been. Apparently, she had been a ghost for a significant portion of the time she'd been dead, which helped a lot. Not that she had any memory of that. Not that she really had any memory of Hell. The angel took it away. He said she'd be better off not knowing what had happened. So when she woke up in a pine box six feet under, the last thing she remembered was burning on Sammy's ceiling, and then a bright light and a voice saying "keep those boys of yours from doing anything stupid" (which she must have dreamed because who would give that to her as their parting message as they resurrected her?). She dug her way out, coming out in the middle of a graveyard in Lawrence, Kansas, that looked like it had been through an air strike. Once she was finally able to get a man at a local gas station to let her in without calling the cops, she was able to read a newspaper. September 24, 2008. Okay. So 25 years had passed. That was...overwhelming. Mary swallowed convulsively, trying to fight off a panic attack. How did she even know if anyone was still alive? Or where anyone was? She took a few calming breaths and closed her eyes. Okay. She could do this. First stop, Missouri. If she was still around, she would know where her boys were. Or could at least point her in the right direction. Missouri wasn't hard to find, and she remembered Mary. Even better, she had seen Sam and Dean three years ago. Her boys were alive! Missouri mentioned Bobby Singer, and Mary recognized the name. She knew Bobby well. He had become a hunter towards the end of her career, and she had given him some tips back in the day. They had even worked a couple of cases together. She stole a car (thank god they still worked the same because all the new technology was giving Mary a headache) and drove to South Dakota. She knocked on his door, and was greeted with a faceful of holy water. After she was tested, Bobby dragged her inside and looked her over, then nodded to himself. He told her to wait, and she settled on his couch, fidgeting with the front of her shirt while Bobby disappeared into the kitchen. Bobby picked up his phone, dialing Sam's number. "I know it's only been a few days, but you boys gotta see this. Come back to my place, asap." He hung up, then started trying to scrounge up something resembling food for Mary.
“ sam, it didn’t seem exactly right, though. i don’t know why, but it just felt different somehow, off a little. we should go and check. ”
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lorewhcre replied to your post: GIVE ME THAT 90 DAY FIANCE AU
I WAS JUST WATCHING THAT
IT JUST DRAGS YOU IN DOESN’T IT?
lorewhcre:
“i.. uh.. i get told that a lot. sorry if i kept you awake.”
❝ Don’t apologize. I like hearing your voice... it’s soothing, like a lullaby. ❞
It’s been about a month, maybe a month and a half, since Harley has met the Winchesters. It would be a lie for her to say she never thinks of them -- of course she does. How can you not think of someone who appears in your life, and flips it upside down with the claim, and proof, of something you never believed in?
She closes the diner every Friday, this Friday is no different. it’s 2am and she’s sat at the table, drinking some whiskey ( which is okay, as she plans on sleeping in her car tonight. her roommate even told her she ‘shouldn’t come home tonight’ because she’s expecting ‘guests’. harley didn’t have it in her to argue ) while she struggles to read the last two paragraphs of her assignment, when she hears the chime of the door opening.
She remembers calling out, ❝ We’re closed! ❞ Only to see Sam Winchester walk through the door. She remembers talking after that, after she gives him a beer, and then remembers him mentioning they’ll be leaving in the mornin’ for New Mexico. So she kisses him. It’s not somethin’ she usually does, but she knows she’ll have regret if she doesn’t do it now.
There are only a few glimpses after that Harley remembers. She remembers more kissing -- and then her, well, cleaning up a little ( she doesn’t remember if sam laughs at her for this or not; she wants to think he does ), and then ending up in the car. After that, she remembers ending up outside his motel, and, well, not making it inside.
It’s the morning now. She hears a door slam shut, and feels Sam sit up beside her. Oh, crap.
She sits up, slowly, glad she pulled on Sams shirt around 6am. She gives off a sheepish smile to Dean, and slightly licks her lips. She glances between the two brothers, before she speaks up, ❝ ... Uh, who wants breakfast? ❞