The Devil You Know: 1For :iconMidnightCheshire:, :iconglamberts247:, and :iconhellspawn52:
"What do you want me to do?!" Bobby Singer asked, agitated. It had been three days since Mary had gone missing and Dean was getting frustrated.
"I want you to find her." Dean replied.
Bobby sighed and sat in silence. "Does Cas have any ideas?"
Dean just shook his head and left the room, mumbling about how Mary was an idiot.
Mary woke with a start. She lay on red satin covered bed in a middle of a blue walled room.
She sighed and stood, swaying slightly as she did so. "Don't move so much, Ma'am." The voice sounded thick with false care, like the person was drunk.
"Where am I?" Mary asked, but there wasn't a reply. "Where am I?!" She asked again, but still, no answer.
A door opened, and Lucifer walked into the room, trailed by a demon. The demon stopped by the door, but Lucifer walked up to her and hugged her. Taken by surprise, Mary
Hammer of the Gods: 3
Mary smiled. "We have-" Before she could continue, Gabreil vanished and she growled in frustration.
She quickly got dressed and left the room. Outside, she did a double take. The dead silence made all her movements seem really loud. She sighed and turned as footsteps approached her.
"H-Hi?" She said, before they grabbed her and escorted her to a room. Sam and Dean sat in chairs and the other people looked up at her arravil. "Our final guest of honor has arrived." The two men shoved her into a ring of oil and lit it.
Mary growled, but didn't move. "And she's an angel! Just our luck." The crowd jeered and laughed.
There was a chair in the middle of the ring and she sat down in it, dozing off almost instantly.
When she woke, Lucifer stood over her. He was smirking and she gasped, trying to escape. "Oh, no, no. Why are you doing that? It's only Luci, remember?"
Mary whimpered and tried to sink into the chair. "Leave me be! Fathe
Hammer of the Gods: 2
Something other than the usual sounds of the night. The wind howling outside, the quiet footsteps of other travelers, and the talking on the television, which glowed. Mary opened her eyes into slits and looked around for as far as she could.
There was nothing. No one to wake her, nothing.
Annoyed, she sat up, pulling out her Angel Blade. "Who is there?" She asked. There was no answer.
Sighing, she stood, shiverlng. She checked the room for anything, or anyone, but found nothing.
Static filled the television and she turned. "Cas?" She asked, looking around. "What in our-"
"Listen he's back." Cas said, interrupting her. "Stay safe." The static left and the tv went back to normal. But Mary was left in a cold sweat.
"Lucifer." She whispered, not believing her own words. "N-No, he's in his Cage. He can't have escaped...unless...." Her eyes signing with suppressed annoyance, she went back to bed.
It took her a while to fall asleep again.
Hammer of the Gods: 1
Mary watched quietly as Sam and Dean checked the three of them in into the hotel, named the Elysian Fields. People chatted quietly as a storm raged outside, throwing random flashes of thunder and lightning. A hand touched her shoulder and she looked up to see the man holding up a separate room key.
"Didn't think you'd want to share a room with boys." He said, pleasantly. Mary nodded her thanks, only half listening.
As they walked away from the front desk, she looked around more. She wouldn't have minded sharing a room with Sam and Dean-they had in the past, and since she was an angel, she didn't sleep.
Sam looked worried, she saw after a moment. He usually was like this, but he looked even more so.
After agreeing to meet the boys in the lounge for something to eat after getting comfortable, she went her own way to her room. She smiled at an elderly couple who were dancing, stuck in their own world. She got by by stepping in time with them and turned to unlock her door
Riding the Lightning: 1
Inspired by Witness to Another Crime by :iconcelestial-elevator:
A Criminal Minds fan Fic set in Riding the Lightning
The man made her sick. Sitting across the table was Jacob Dawes. Next to her, Hotch sat, glaring at the man. The archangel Mary kept her eyes on the wall a few inches past Dawe's head, passive look on her face.
She knew this man was on death row. So was his wife, Sarah Jean, both for the murder of teen girls. And, possibly for their own son. Mary felt bile rise in the back of her throat, and swallowed. The man looked concerned for a moment, Mary could tell it was feigned. "Aw, is the cute one alright?"
More bile. Another swallow. She nodded stiffly. "Just threw up in mouth for a moment ." She muttered. She stood. "I need to leave." Hotch nodded and she left.
Going to control central, she walked over to a garbage can and promptly lost her lunch. She felt a hand rub her back and she took
Birthday Drama chapter 1
Mary sighed, leaning on the door of Dean's Impala, stamping her foot impatiently. She would have taken the quicker route and flown to Bobby's house, but Dean had insisted, and eventually talked her into taking the car.
"Dean, I swear in my father's name, if you don't hurry up, I'm leaving." The eldest Winchester hurried outside and over to the driver's side door.
"Patience chuckles." He muttered as they both for in the car, Mary reluctantly so.
The day before her birthday was dragging by like a glacier. Every once in a while she'd look at the sky, to see whether the sun had moved at all. It didn't help that Dean blasted random Metallica, or some other band. Or that they were a less than a day from home, but Dean wanted to stop at another hotel. It would be their third of the day, and Mary was getting frustrated with every slow-passing mile.
"Dean, we are to close to home to stop at this...hotel you keep thinking about." Mary said, angrily. "Aren't we close enough to h
The Angel of Ice and Fire: 2
Lucifer tsked under his breath as he studied the other Angel carefully. "Why would you say that?"
"Because I can barely leave central control, much less go to earth like Gabriel did." Mary said, exasperated. "He has me on a leash and its getting annoying." She walked further into the room.
Lucifer laughed. "Then how did you-"
"Manage to get here? Simple." Mary smiled. "Michael may be a angel, but boy is he an idiot." Lucifer glanced at her for a moment, before taking something from the oak table next to him.
"'Idiot'? With words like that I'd swear you spend too much time with me." He said, and turned around, smiling. He held a long thin package in his hand, wrapped in yellow paper. He held it out for his younger sister. "You told me you needed something, and your birthday's almost here, so here." Mary took the package and started to open it when something zapped it from her hands.
"Hey!" She said shaking her hand for a moment. "What was that for?"
The Angel of Fire and Ice: 1
Prequel to Angel With a Badge and a Shotgun. Set in Heaven before the pilot of Supernatural.
The grand halls of central control glittered and shone white. Both angels and the wanders of the deceased roamed the halls. At least, before Lucifer rebelled.
Mary past a few halls of the unborn. The walls there shone blue and pink, for the different gender. She loved coming to this part of heaven, where she could hold the little humans before they left to earth.
Her blonde hair streamed down her back in between her white wings and her blue eyes held never unsatisfied curiosity. She turned down a pink hall and stopped by a crib. The baby inside gurgled and chuckled happily as Mary reached inside and picked her up.
"You're the cutest thing." Mary muttered, bouncing the baby carefully. "Yes you are!" The baby laughed and Mary set her back in her crib.
Smiling sadly, she left the hall. Looking around for Michael-he would kill her if he caught her on her own-sh
Angel With a Badge and a Shotgun
Bill Cosby once said, "Through humor, you can soften most blows that life delivers. And once you find laughter, no matter how bad your situation might be, you can survive it."
Three weeks earlier, Heaven
Mary walked through the great halls of heaven, her wings glittering behind her. The few people she passed smiled in awe and wonder.
Her brothers, after all, were the Archangels, and she knew her way around. Her hair was lined with pink, red, and orange wildflowers from a different part of heaven. She smiled fondly at the thought of returning there, maybe even with her father, and having a....a....picnic, (there's the word,) as the humans said.
She grimaced as if she had gotten hurt. Humans. Michael says that you can't trust them, that they're worthless. She thought, unhappily. But why would he-
"Anything troubling you, Mary?" A voice asked smoothly. She turned and saw Michael, his own wings glittering behind him like the walls.
"Just the fact