I'm a reckless goddamn son of a bitch

[momchester]

Who: Mary Winchester and her visitors~
When: 10/22 - 10/24
Where: Skye Medical
Summary: After surviving getting eaten by a grue, Mary has three fun days in the hospital before it gets worse.
Warnings: Injury, language, Lisbeth, and Winchesters.

[The night she comes in, the 21st, is taken up by surgery, family, and much-needed rest, but the next morning she wakes up slightly loopy from the drugs and ready to... stare woozily at the day. She has nasty scrapes on her face that required stitches, a patchwork of hideous bruises, a cast on one wrist, and bandages all over her body, including around her head, with several different IVs and a couple of monitors hooked up to her at once. Overall she looks like a hot mess, but she's coping better than anyone would expect, and when she isn't using her powers to throw things at Lisbeth, her roommate, she's taking visitors.

Some time between Wednesday night and Thursday morning, though, her condition worsens from an unforeseen complication, and she falls unconscious.]


(OOC: please reply under the top-level comment thing for the day your character is visiting. There are only three days because she'll be hiatused coma'd after that, oops. 8( )

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[momchester]

[Mary looks from Cas to Raphael and back again, waiting for the other shoe to drop before, satisfied that they aren't starting a slap-fight yet, answering honestly.]

Thanks. I actually don't know how I am, I can't tell. I'm just really tired.

[Said with little recognition of what the implications are- that here, even in a dream, she is so tired, and keeping even this unconscious together is hard. She shrugs a shoulder. ]

[ofthursday]

[Castiel is still steadfastly ignoring Raphael, nodding with a small frown at Mary's words.]

You were attacked by the creature that is going after others, correct? The enormous Darkness being that resembled a dog?

[servingmichael]

[Raphael isn't content to be ignored, which is more of a problem.]

She's ill but she'll recover.

[Simply stated. But if Mary started having trouble holding the dream together, he would maintain it while they were there.]

We were, yes.

[momchester]

[The thing is, she thinks she'll probably recover, but she's not sure. Raphael is holding the dream together, but her mind doesn't want to dream at all- despite being asleep. Being here now, being in one piece and coherent and taking a shape, is exhausting even in her unconscious. Having a subconscious is exhausting. Part of her wants to let go.

This is rapidly getting uncomfortable. Mary wasn't afraid of Michael in the end, and had more respect than fear for Lucifer, so it's easy, so easy, to forget what they are. Not with Raphael, though. He's tall and forbidding and ten times harsher and colder than Michael was even in the beginning, and she can sense the tension in the air. Mary gives an uneasy look at Raphael, but continues to address Cas.]

Have you seen John or the boys? Do you know how they're doing?

[ofthursday]

[Castiel's gaze doesn't shift from Mary when Raphael speaks, at least not immediately. He seems to be restraining himself from saying what he wants to say, struggling with his temper and how Raphael's very presence inspires such hatred in him.

He continues to ignore the archangel for the moment, responding to Mary first.]

I haven't spoken to them.

[And finally, he looks at Raphael.]

Why haven't you healed her?

[This is all stupid, as far as Castiel is concerned. Raphael is an angel, and not just that, but the angel of healing. Why is Mary even in the hospital?]

[servingmichael]

[John and Jo were the only ones Raphael could easily watch. But hadn't been a priority over 'still alive'.]

Because she will heal without my intervention. And anything which wouldn't, I've taken care of.

[His voice is quiet, almost mild except far too authoritative to be called such.

Castiel don't we know better than to question Raphael?]

icon is her on the inside

[momchester]

[Mary is sensible enough to smell trouble- but her protest (in whose favor? she doesn't even know) dies uncertainly on her lips.

Will she heal? She honestly doesn't know, and it shows. Besides, this conversation might end in someone healing her, so she stays out of it for now.]

[ofthursday]

[What Castiel wants to say first is 'that's idiotic' but he manages to hold his tongue. However, he doesn't back down at Raphael's tone, and doesn't bother to reign in his own either.]

Then stay out of my way, and I will do it.

[If Raphael doesn't want to actually act, fine. Castiel would take care of things.]

[servingmichael]

[Raphael knew Mary was going to heal, which is why he was content to be patient and wait.]

She's not your charge Castiel.

[momchester]

[Even as she watches Mary can feel the urge to- let the dream go- and the fact that keeping her mind together is hard, is scares her- as does the flaring jealousy from both of them. God, men and their urge to pee on everything they see. She sits up sharply, looking at Raphael.]

Excuse me? "Your"?

[ofthursday]

She is clearly not yours either, or you would be doing something, but instead you are treating humans as you always do; nothing but pawns in your end game, used when it's convenient, and falling upon the excuse of 'not intervening' when it isn't. If you cared about not intervening, you would have left this family alone years ago.

[Castiel rarely speaks so much at one time, but his hatred of Raphael and his hatred of what had been done to the Winchesters, to Heaven, to him, is always held back by just a thread. It doesn't take much to snap it.]

[servingmichael]

I am doing something. What I am not doing is acting as a fix all. Humans live such brief lives, brutal, painful ones yes, but brief - and we should not be healing ever minor injury. As I said -

[Oh yes, Raphael was angry but until now, the told had been that same quiet command he normally used. Obey or else. But the next sentence he spoke, the intonation was different. All angelic confidence, the kind with left no room to doubt it was Truth.]

She will heal this on her own - and what her body is not capable of healing, I have healed and will continue to do so.

[Bluntly, Mary wasn't in danger of dying, and Raphael knew that.]

You Castiel become so attached that you lose prospective.

[momchester]

[Okay, no. No. Mary scoots away from Raphael enough to face him properly, positioning herself closer to midway between the two angels.]

Okay, but. Comas can cause permanent brain damage.

[ofthursday]

I don't advocate following humans around and fixing all their issues as a whole.

[Castiel steps forward instead of back, chin up, projecting himself with the confidence and strength of someone who is an equal to the archangel, not a subordinate, because at home that's what he is. He didn't back down to Lucifer, and he won't back down to Raphael.]

However, helping one's friends is a different matter, though I shouldn't expect you to know such. Friendship requires too much attachment and is forbidden, after all.

[servingmichael]

No, you don't. Just chosen favorites.

[He didn't take his attention off Castiel, but he did shift his gaze to Mary.]

If it were permanent, then it would be something you were incapable of healing, and thus something I would heal for you.

[It wasn't a difficult concept - though he did know humans might not understand. He expected Castiel to, however. Raphael finally rose, chin rising, shoulders squaring.]

It is and for good reason. As you yourself prove. What is forbidden is forbidden to protect you - all of you.

[Raphael had had more than enough of Castiel's Rebellion against Heaven.]

[momchester]

[Enough. Mary stands up, physically pushing in between them and putting one hand on each of their chests, pushing them apart.]

BOYS. That is enough. If you want to fight over things at home, don't do it here. This is my head. [Looking from one to the other a little severely.] Please.

[ofthursday]

Tell that to Anna.

[It's snapped out before he can control himself, because how dare Raphael say any of what Heaven had been like had been to protect them. It had been to protect something, sure: what Michael and Raphael wanted, and nothing more. Not the other angels, not humanity, just their goals and their desires, and it disgusts him.

But he lets Mary shove him back, obligingly taking a step away from the archangel, though he doesn't take his furious glare off the other for several seconds. However, he finally turns his attention to Mary instead.]

There is no reason I can't heal you. It is your choice, not his, what is done.

[servingmichael]

[Raphael had nothing to prove to Mary, no reason to cause her harm, so he accept the push, though it didn't move him but a fraction of an inch. His voice is quieter, less harsh when he speaks to her.]

And this is what I meant - you think little of your own safety, even when you should.

[He draws a breath, chest puffing, chin setting hard, voice sharpening.]

Anna no longer wished to be a part of the Host. She allowed herself to be consumed by her envy - and Fell. When she because restored, we did not kill her, as a show of Mercy.

Look at humanity Castiel. They suffer, they bleed, they die. You hurt when they hurt, do you not? You Question, because you do not understand. And then you fight, and spill your brothers' blood. Not being involved protects you from that.

[momchester]

SHUT UP.

[All her tension, all her stress and fears snap at once as she all but screams in their faces. The dream reacts around her with cartoonish quicksand engulfing them both (leaving Mary standing on it like some absurd desert Jesus) up to the shoulders, and she steps back so she can drop to one knee and talk to them both, looking slightly- alarmed by what she accidentally did.]

I- I can't listen to this. This is my mind.

[She's more speaking to Raphael than Cas.] I don't want to hear this. You have no idea how much this meant to Michael, you have no clue, and you're just- you're about to threaten one your brothers, I can tell. Just stop it and get out of my dreams. Please. I appreciate trying to follow Michael's protective instinct, but I need you to leave.

[ofthursday]

[Castiel is only more incensed by Raphael's response--mercy, of course; what was done to Anna was anything but--but he doesn't have a chance to respond before the dream shifts. Castiel starts, being trapped prompting a flash of panic, but he will not lose it around Raphael and neither Mary nor her dream are a threat to him. Not really. He would be calm.

He doesn't respond, realizing she's addressing Raphael move than him, focusing on making certain his breathing and expression are even and neutral instead of speaking.]

[servingmichael]

[Being summoned to a Vessel trapped in Holy Fire, freeing himself, and then finding himself trapped again had only left Raphael with a very intense dislike of the feeling. But he saw that look on Castiel's face.

Saw it before he heard Mary speaking. And in truth, he had been about to do more than threaten.

Instead he presses gently against the dream, the sand sliding around him and him alone until he is sitting on it once more. Back straight, leg crossed so that his ankle rested on his knee, hands loosely together so that his fingers are just barely laced, jaw more relaxed, though the muscles around this eyes are still tight and those eyes are locked on Castiel. And his voice had softened that hard edge, returning to something more mild.]

I did not mean to cause you distress Mary. My little brother and I are simply long over due for a conversation. And he had been avoiding me.

[Which he can no longer do~]

[momchester]

[...]

Of course he was. You killed him.

[It leaves a bad taste in her mouth- Raphael being free and Cas not. She looks at Raphael for a long, long moment, then fixes her gaze on the sand around Castiel. And then suddenly everything is normal again and Mary sways a little, exhausted.]

[ofthursday]

[He has to work to maintain his artificial calm, not willing to let Raphael's words or posture or the distinct sense that he's gloating affect him, especially knowing Raphael is watching him. He won't let it be obvious how much he hates being trapped, for so many reasons, or how unsettling it is to be trapped around Raphael in particular.

But then suddenly he's standing on the sand again and he's glad, though he reaches a hand gently to steady Mary at her swaying. Returning to his tactic of before, he ignores Raphael entirely to focus on her, his own voice soft again.]

What I said earlier stands. It is your choice what happens to you.

[servingmichael]

[Raphael is calm as he is suddenly standing, calm and still - though, like Castiel, he reaches to steady Mary, returning to her a little strength, because he truly hadn't meant to distress her.]

That was some time ago. And he's sought me out since. No, he's avoiding me for another reason. But he knows what it is.

[momchester]

[Mary is listening to Cas and about to share a touching moment when Raphael intrudes, grating her nerves in a way unique to AOL screeching and the 75th time a kid goes Mommy? She tries to remember whatever the hell she had been planning on saying- but let's be real here, that's not nearly fast enough to keep two wet cats from resuming a fight.]