Broken Cradle
GEN -:- Mary-centric -:- G -:- 446 words
A/N: Kinda AU, but not really. There's a few run on sentences of DOOM, beware. There'll be a HUGE parallel to a post-Devil's Trap ficlet about John that I'm writing, if I ever get it done.

Mary woke up to find both of her boys gone and her husband no where in sight.

She found herself lying atop of the linen, sweating hard in the cold night. No one was sleeping near her as it should have been. John was missing.

Soft smile graced her lips as she remembered a time in the six years after Dean was born when John couldn't sleep so he went into the boys' room to watch them sleep. He confessed that it gave him peace and he could sleep better. Slipping on the slippers, Marry went to find her husband.

When she arrived at her sons' room the emptiness was the first thing she noticed, then the eerie darkness clouding around and moving under the shade of furniture. Mary suppressed the uneasiness and walked closer to Dean's bed. The moonlight shone on the empty bed, soft light shyly lightened up the room but still bright enough to let her see that the linen was still rumpled up from all the tossing and turning Dean made and his favorite blanket lie carelessly on the floor. He had a hard time sleeping tonight, Mary registered. Sam's bed beside his was much tidier, but the vacancy was also pronounced as did the cool linen under her touch. Frowning, Mary started searching around the house.

It was cold tonight. The draft drifted through the slightly open windows, making her shuddered and deepening her disquietude. Every room she explored had no one in it but the moving shadows. Mary could feel it moved around her, rippling under each of her steps like an upside down fountain, subtly guiding her walk. On and on she went around the house, mind numb with anxiety, to find herself stopped at the foot of the stairs.

Everything around her was starting to dissolve into nothingness, melting and melting they went. Colors twirled and entwined into a kaleidoscope of greys, fastened together and turned into the darkest of black. Black, black void gathered in front of her, dense and living, then solidified into reflecting jets. Among them, a pair of eyes-like jets stared back; smooth surface twinkled playfully, mockingly.

Moving shadows flickered, making an illusion of a merry dance.

Mary looked into the reflection and did not find herself.

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Mary woke up to find both of her boys gone and her husband no where in sight.

She found herself lying atop of the linen, sweating hard in the cold night. No one was sleeping near her as it should have been. John was missing.

Soft smile graced her lips as she remembered a time in the seven years after Dean was born when John couldn't sleep...

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