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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[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.]

[ofthursday]

Yes, the fact that your very presence prompts revulsion is a large component of it.

[Castiel snaps it at Raphael, out of that very feeling, before turning his attention right back to Mary and still awaiting her decision.]

[servingmichael]

And what do you think it feels like to be in the presence of a Fallen Angel?

[Oh hey look. He's all focused on you again Castiel.]

Especially one like you.

[momchester]

[Time to back off a few or ten steps, giving them l o t s of room to themselves. Mary can recognize an untenable situation when she sees one.

Suddenly, she wonders if praying would work from in here. Would Gabriel hear her?]

[ofthursday]

[He's trying really hard not to fight, and to focus instead on what's important. But that anger and hatred is rushing up again and it's so difficult, as he turns on Raphael for his comment.]

As those of us who are fallen are so because we have some sense of morality, I wonder if what you feel is something similar to what a demon does when next to an angel.

[He knows he shouldn't have gone there, but too late now.]

[servingmichael]

You Fall because you forget what you are.

[His eyes narrow, his jaw sets, nostrils flare, and his right hand curls, fingers tightening to crush everything in Castiel's abdomen.

No, no, he really shouldn't have.]

[momchester]

What the hell-!

{Mary's eyes go wide. She isn't sure what Raphael is doing, but judging by Castiel's reaction it's really, really not good. She runs up to Raphael and instinct takes over- that is, the kind of Campell fighting instinct that has her driving a knee into Raphael's crotch as hard as she possibly can.]

[ofthursday]

[Raphael lashing out is expected, and so it's no shock when there's sudden blinding pain and Castiel drops to his knees on reflex, doubling over with one arm around his stomach and the other on the ground to support himself, hacking up a huge mouthful of blood. It's vessel damage, and he will heal, and Raphael's actions are proving more than Castiel's words ever could.

He raises his head just enough to see Mary hit Raphael, and though on some level he's pretty sure that's both humorous and impressive on another he's suddenly very very worried. Mary just put herself in a great deal of danger, and Castiel can't protect her like this.]

[servingmichael]

[If every angel has one thing in common it's this:

Arrogance.

Raphael never thought Mary could be a threat - so he's watching Castiel go down, making sure he doesn't drawn his sword. So he's completely caught off guard when Mary's knee hits, his vessel screaming at him, and it hurts enough to bend him forward, stomach recoiling in sudden nausea. It's fine. He's fine. He focuses on that and lets the action of leaning forward - it's what Donnie would do - cover him putting his hand on Mary's shoulder.

A wave of his fingers and a strong telekinetic blow to Castiel's damaged abdomen will hopefully keep him down for a few minutes while he turns his attention towards Mary.

And it's only Michael's request, to watch out for her, that stops him from actually hurting her.]

Some day you are going to learn not jump into situations you are woefully unable to handle Mary.

[He lets go of her shoulder, pushing her away firmly but still, mindful not to cause her harm - but claws a deep trench in the sand between her and them, and tries to cross to Castiel. It's more difficult than he would have thought.]

[momchester]

[Mary immediately tries to cross the trench, scrambling as fast as she can (and belatedly remembering her dad's first rule- never try to fight if all you can do is make the monster angry). When the yielding sand slips under her hands and she can't find even one foot hold, she twists in the sand, falling back on her heels and yelling at them.]

Fine! you want this to be messy? I'll call Gabriel.

[ofthursday]

[The second blow to his already severely injured organs is incredibly painful and he chokes up more blood, killing Raphael creatively in his mind several times over in less than a second. But his main focus is trying to get his lungs and heart working again so his grace isn't completely supporting the vessel, as even though this is a dream, injuries are very real to dreamwalking angels.

He looks up again to see Raphael approaching, but ignores him in favor of shaking his head once at Mary. Getting Gabriel involved in this would make things worse. He could take whatever Raphael dishes out, and escape when possible, and spend some time recovering and all would be fine. His point had been very clearly demonstrated, after all.]

[servingmichael]

Gabriel is my younger brother. He is not a threat.

[At least, he didn't believe so. He hadn't expected Gabriel to try to stab Lucifer though.

He stops a small distance away, blocking Castiel from Mary's line of sight. He ticks off with his index finger, crushing Castiel's distal phalanges, middle finger - fracture lines straight through his intermediate phalanges, ringer finger - proximal phalanges, smallest - metacarpals.]

[momchester]

[Mary would try harder to interfere- but the dream is hard to hold together as it is; Mary never learned how to do that "controlling your dreams" crap she read about, and this- she has no idea what would happen if she got hurt in here. So Mary watches the attack, utterly horrified, and prays loud enough so the angels can hear her.]

[ofthursday]

[Castiel's vessel's heart begins pumping again and he's reformed his lungs enough for them to function, though everything else is still crushed and he coughs up more blood to clear his lungs. At least he can speak now, and he lifts his head as Raphael approaches, then feels the crack of bones; that hurts, and more than that, there's some level of insult to it. It's precise and cold and reeks of superiority, and Castiel has to control himself from lashing out at Raphael now that he can focus to do so.

His attention though whips toward Mary at her prayer, because he really doesn't want Gabriel involved. That last thing anyone needs is an archangel fight, even if it would be nice to be rescued because this really isn't fun.]

[uberboned]

[And without preamble, fanfare, or the accompanying trumpet solo, Gabriel materializes in the dream, looking like this is the last place he wanted to be right now. He looks at Mary, he looks at Raphael and Castiel, he notes what this looks like, and then he sighs in a manner of one on his last fuck to give.]

Really? Boys, you're both pretty, but she's married.