Mommy Winchester

Part 14

You were fading.

In and out.

You could hear things every now and again, but then the noise would slowly disappear, only to come back again.

It annoys you.

If it would just pick one or the other, it wouldn't be so bad, but like this?

It wasn't working for you.

You'd rather just wake up, if you could.

And you were trying.

You could hear Cail crying, asking for you, begging you to wake up again, and you were trying, but your body was against you.

Fuck.

You'd had injuries worse then this!

What the hell was the problem!?

Wake up!

You wanna wake up!

You need to know what's happening, if Cail was okay or not, if Sam and Dean -.

Was that Tara?

You could hear Tara!

Wait.

Why could you hear Tara?

And what was that screeching sound?

It's like you were in that bubble again.

That unpleasant bubble.

Was that whimpering?

You need to wake up!

Something was happening!

What if Cail needs you!

Fuck, what if Dean needs you?

Ugh!

You don't know what to do.

So you pray.

Sure, it seems foolish, praying for help, because you don't even know who you're praying too.

Dean had filled you in on everything that had happened through the years you'd missed; the angels, the apocalypse, Lucifer in a cage and soulless Sam running around - the boys always did attract trouble.

You couldn't remember the name of the angel that Dean had said was a friend, and he'd briefly mentioned that he had lost his mojo anyway, so you don't suppose he would be of any help.

But other angels?

Were they all assholes too?

Was there no one you could call for help?

It doesn't matter.

Because they were in trouble, of that you were sure.

So, if praying wasn't going to work, you could at least wake up!

Shield Cail from whatever was happening.

If you could just, wake up -.

Your eyes pop open.

You see white.

No, not just white, a curtain?

You're confused.

Where was Cail?

You can hear faint fighting, but the bubble was still around you, you feel like. You couldn't hear things right.

You try to shift, but it's like you're disconnected.

There's a faint thud close by, and you blink a couple times, your eyes straining to find it. You can see a bloodied hand beneath the curtain, and then you see it being drug back, leaving a smear across the floor.