((Follows on from Ruby Tuesday.))
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June, 2012
An hour and a half down the road, and Nim really wasn't a happy bunny. She'd picked up the habit of following the back roads rather than the main routes from Dean, and had done so tonight without even considering how foolish that was. Demons and monsters wouldn't attack a hunter if they stuck to heavily populated areas, not unless they could guarantee no one would see anything. But one hunter alone on a dark road, one hunter who had already been the focus of one attack this evening ....Nim was not happy with herself for choosing this option tonight.
Pulling the Impala to the side of the road, she slipped the beautiful car into neutral, reaching into the back seat for a map. Holding her pen torch between her teeth, she searched the criss-cross of roads and railroads and towns for her location, seeking out the quickest route to get herself back onto a main road and away from the immediacy of the danger she could feel stalking her down these out of the way lanes.
"Nearest town, nearest town ..." Her fingers flicked at the map, trying to convince herself that her hands weren't shaking, that she wasn't about an inch from panicking. A noise outside the car brought her head up sharply, dark eyes peering into the night outside for some sign of what had made the sound of an incoherent moan. Nothing there. Infinitely more wound up now, Nim turned her gaze back to the map, scanning once again.
"Blair is the nearest town."
Apollo ducked onto the floor of the back seat as Nim let out a mild shriek and slammed the torch back toward him. She glared down at the crouching god.
"Don't do that," she told him sternly. "I'm freaking out enough as it is."
"I will remember not to do that again," he agreed with a nod. "But you should drive."
"I don't know where I'm going yet -"
His hand on her arm silenced her, realizing that he was no longer looking at her. The god's silver/blue gaze was directed through the window beside her, and as she turned, Nim soon noticed why. Dozens of dark shapes - human-seeming, but for their red eyes and shifting tattoos - were beginning to gather at the edge of the road, and all were focused on the Impala. On her. They stared, and for a long, terrifying moment, Nim thought she was paralyzed somehow, before a loud thump of a hand against the hood of the car disabused her of that notion. Nope, just really scared ....but not scared enough to give up.
The Impala's wheels screeched against the gravel for a long moment, throwing sharp shrapnel into the faces of the encroaching things behind her, before speeding back onto the road and further into the night.
*~*~*
January, 2016
Despite the gloom that enveloped everything, Nimue had worked hard to establish some kind of day-to-night routine for Sammy in the darkness left by Apollo's disappearance. It included bath and bedtime, and tonight, that little routine included Dean, who had been cajoled into playing a little too enthusiastically with his son while Sammy was supposed to be bathing. Rescued from each other by the woman who ran the little house, Dean had been sent in the direction of dry clothes while Nimue set about drying and dressing their son, cuddling up with him on the couch downstairs with a big book of fairy tales. As the Three Billy Goats Gruff tackled the big troll on the bridge, sleepy giggles abounded, interrupted now and then by an earnest discussion of the illustrations on each page, until finally the troll was done for.
"....and from then on anyone could cross the bridge whenever they liked, all thanks to the three Billy Goats Gruff." Nimue grinned down at Sammy, tucked close to her side. "Now ....say goodnight, and Daddy'll tuck you in," she told him, and the little boy beamed through his wide yawn, scrambling up to hug and kiss her.
Despite the doom and gloom that was going on outside the little house, the day had been almost perfect, and Dean had almost managed to convince himself that this little family of his was real and for keeps and that nothing could take it away from him. Of course, that wasn't true, but Dean didn't want to think about that. What he wanted was to cherish this one day with his future family, to put a smile on their faces, so he wouldn't leave them behind full of grief and sorrow, but with a few happy memories and a heart full of hope.
Dean crossed his arms, taking a lean in the doorway as he watched with a wistful smile on his face, while Nimue read a bedtime story, Sammy cuddled up close. Though he didn't want to leave them, he knew he had no choice. He'd told his Nim barely two days ago that he wasn't sure they should have children, but now that he'd seen their son with his own eyes and fallen in love with him, he couldn't imagine life without him in their future. His thoughts wandered while he watched them, full of pride, love and devotion for this little family of his, and more than a little wonder. There were no tears, not yet - those would come later. For now, he only felt filled with love and longing to make this a reality and change the past so that the world would be a safe place not only for his family, but for all the little families just like his.
Mother and son wrapped one another up in each other's arms, hugging warmly under Dean's watchful gaze. Nimue's fingers stroked lovingly through little Sammy's hair, pressing a fond kiss to his temple before he pulled back to plant a kiss of his own on her lips. "G'night, Momma."
She smiled gently. "Night, Sammy. Sweet dreams."
Sammy nodded, fully expecting good dreams, and dropped himself off the couch, bending over to kiss the little bump at Nimue's waistline. "G'night, baby," he told his unborn sibling, patting the spot he'd kissed, and turned to amble toward Dean in the doorway, dragging his teddy along by one foot. One hand rose to reach toward the man he was convinced was his father. "Bedtime, Daddy."
Dean continued to quietly look on, silently witnessing the tender moment between mother and child, in wonder of her ability to bring up this small boy in some semblance of normality despite all the darkness and turmoil just outside their windows. He frowned sadly at the thought of that, secretly vowing to make sure one way or another that this particular future did not come to pass. Arching a brow, Dean glanced over at Nim as if to ask for permission, as the little boy toddled over toward him and reached for his hand, announcing that it was time for his father to tuck him into bed for the night, if indeed it even was night.
June, 2012
An hour and a half down the road, and Nim really wasn't a happy bunny. She'd picked up the habit of following the back roads rather than the main routes from Dean, and had done so tonight without even considering how foolish that was. Demons and monsters wouldn't attack a hunter if they stuck to heavily populated areas, not unless they could guarantee no one would see anything. But one hunter alone on a dark road, one hunter who had already been the focus of one attack this evening ....Nim was not happy with herself for choosing this option tonight.
Pulling the Impala to the side of the road, she slipped the beautiful car into neutral, reaching into the back seat for a map. Holding her pen torch between her teeth, she searched the criss-cross of roads and railroads and towns for her location, seeking out the quickest route to get herself back onto a main road and away from the immediacy of the danger she could feel stalking her down these out of the way lanes.
"Nearest town, nearest town ..." Her fingers flicked at the map, trying to convince herself that her hands weren't shaking, that she wasn't about an inch from panicking. A noise outside the car brought her head up sharply, dark eyes peering into the night outside for some sign of what had made the sound of an incoherent moan. Nothing there. Infinitely more wound up now, Nim turned her gaze back to the map, scanning once again.
"Blair is the nearest town."
Apollo ducked onto the floor of the back seat as Nim let out a mild shriek and slammed the torch back toward him. She glared down at the crouching god.
"Don't do that," she told him sternly. "I'm freaking out enough as it is."
"I will remember not to do that again," he agreed with a nod. "But you should drive."
"I don't know where I'm going yet -"
His hand on her arm silenced her, realizing that he was no longer looking at her. The god's silver/blue gaze was directed through the window beside her, and as she turned, Nim soon noticed why. Dozens of dark shapes - human-seeming, but for their red eyes and shifting tattoos - were beginning to gather at the edge of the road, and all were focused on the Impala. On her. They stared, and for a long, terrifying moment, Nim thought she was paralyzed somehow, before a loud thump of a hand against the hood of the car disabused her of that notion. Nope, just really scared ....but not scared enough to give up.
The Impala's wheels screeched against the gravel for a long moment, throwing sharp shrapnel into the faces of the encroaching things behind her, before speeding back onto the road and further into the night.
*~*~*
January, 2016
Despite the gloom that enveloped everything, Nimue had worked hard to establish some kind of day-to-night routine for Sammy in the darkness left by Apollo's disappearance. It included bath and bedtime, and tonight, that little routine included Dean, who had been cajoled into playing a little too enthusiastically with his son while Sammy was supposed to be bathing. Rescued from each other by the woman who ran the little house, Dean had been sent in the direction of dry clothes while Nimue set about drying and dressing their son, cuddling up with him on the couch downstairs with a big book of fairy tales. As the Three Billy Goats Gruff tackled the big troll on the bridge, sleepy giggles abounded, interrupted now and then by an earnest discussion of the illustrations on each page, until finally the troll was done for.
"....and from then on anyone could cross the bridge whenever they liked, all thanks to the three Billy Goats Gruff." Nimue grinned down at Sammy, tucked close to her side. "Now ....say goodnight, and Daddy'll tuck you in," she told him, and the little boy beamed through his wide yawn, scrambling up to hug and kiss her.
Despite the doom and gloom that was going on outside the little house, the day had been almost perfect, and Dean had almost managed to convince himself that this little family of his was real and for keeps and that nothing could take it away from him. Of course, that wasn't true, but Dean didn't want to think about that. What he wanted was to cherish this one day with his future family, to put a smile on their faces, so he wouldn't leave them behind full of grief and sorrow, but with a few happy memories and a heart full of hope.
Dean crossed his arms, taking a lean in the doorway as he watched with a wistful smile on his face, while Nimue read a bedtime story, Sammy cuddled up close. Though he didn't want to leave them, he knew he had no choice. He'd told his Nim barely two days ago that he wasn't sure they should have children, but now that he'd seen their son with his own eyes and fallen in love with him, he couldn't imagine life without him in their future. His thoughts wandered while he watched them, full of pride, love and devotion for this little family of his, and more than a little wonder. There were no tears, not yet - those would come later. For now, he only felt filled with love and longing to make this a reality and change the past so that the world would be a safe place not only for his family, but for all the little families just like his.
Mother and son wrapped one another up in each other's arms, hugging warmly under Dean's watchful gaze. Nimue's fingers stroked lovingly through little Sammy's hair, pressing a fond kiss to his temple before he pulled back to plant a kiss of his own on her lips. "G'night, Momma."
She smiled gently. "Night, Sammy. Sweet dreams."
Sammy nodded, fully expecting good dreams, and dropped himself off the couch, bending over to kiss the little bump at Nimue's waistline. "G'night, baby," he told his unborn sibling, patting the spot he'd kissed, and turned to amble toward Dean in the doorway, dragging his teddy along by one foot. One hand rose to reach toward the man he was convinced was his father. "Bedtime, Daddy."
Dean continued to quietly look on, silently witnessing the tender moment between mother and child, in wonder of her ability to bring up this small boy in some semblance of normality despite all the darkness and turmoil just outside their windows. He frowned sadly at the thought of that, secretly vowing to make sure one way or another that this particular future did not come to pass. Arching a brow, Dean glanced over at Nim as if to ask for permission, as the little boy toddled over toward him and reached for his hand, announcing that it was time for his father to tuck him into bed for the night, if indeed it even was night.