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John sat in his recliner with 3 year old Dean on his lap and watched as Mary decorated their Christmas tree. Occasionally Mary would hand Dean an ornament and John would lift him up and help him put it on the tree.
Mary stopped decorating for a moment and traded a box of ornaments for Dean. As John finished decorating, Mary took Dean into the kitchen to get a cookie and some milk for her little boy. John smiled as he put on the tree angel, because he could hear Mary and Dean laughing in the kitchen.
When Sam was growing up, he never heard these stories. Dean barely remembered, and John didn’t talk about things that made him remember. They made him too sad. It was probably all for the best. Sam didn’t like to be remembered that he never had a Christmas with his mother. Not even once.
And over time the Winchester’s would have looked on that kind of Christmas as the strangest thing in the world.
But there is also a clear resolution coming to her medical brain issue, and that will be its own problem kicking off the story arc that follows the crossover “in a really devastating way,” DeConnick says. “Which I know sounds so hyperbolic but short of killing her, it’s the biggest sacrifice she could make.”
CrissColfer Playlist; Parachute. - Ingrid Michaelson.
I don’t tell anyone about the way you hold my hand, I don’t anyone about the things that we have planned, I won’t tell anybody, won’t tell anybody, they wanna push me down, they wanna see you fall down. Won’t tell anybody that you turn my world around, won’t tell anyone that your voice is my favorite sound, I won’t tell anybody, won’t tell anybody they wanna see us fall, they wanna see us fall down.
I don’t need a parachute, baby, if I’ve got you, baby, if I’ve got you, I don’t need a parachute. You’re gonna catch me, you’re gonna catch me if I fall down, down, down.
Don’t believe the things you tell yourself so late at night, you are your own worst enemy, you’ll never win the fight.
I won’t fall out of love, I’ll fall into you.
“Nnnghh….” Slowly, Rapunzel stirred, her mind still in a haze having been asleep for… she couldn’t really be sure for how long. She’d had horrible, painful nightmares, worse than anything she’d experienced before. Her hands lay on the cold forest ground, and she clenched and unclenched some mulched leaves in her hand. “Remus?” She muttered to herself, finally making herself turn over… only to find that it wasn’t Remus there at all. And the sight of the man made her nightmares flash back through her head, and she jumped up, backing away from him slowly.
“GET AWAY FROM ME!” She screamed, tripping over her hair more than once, still unco-ordinated from sleep. The hook, her father’s blood, the screaming, his tears… It all ran through her mind, replaying over and over again, and if she wasn’t sure of her sanity, she’d think she was going half mad. Slowly the memories of their departure came thick and fast - how one minute she was losing blood, and the next there was a light, and she was fine. Her papa had saved her. A lot of the rest was hazy, her body still having been weakened from the attack, but she remembered a lot of running, a lot of screaming, and a lot of clawing at this man in desparation, trying to force him to understand. Her name was uttered, but still she backed away, until she hit a tree, and she clung to it from behind, her nails digging into the bark. “GO AWAY YOU MURDERER!” The blood, the dagger, her father giving up, his desperation for her to leave, for this man to take her away….
Her knees gave way, and she sat on the ground, the tears falling so heavy, that she wondered if she’d ever be able to stop again. “He wasn’t losing… He was letting it happen, letting Hook get the revenge he wants, he was giving up, and we have to go back.” He didn’t need their help? “HE’S MY PAPA, HE SAVED MY LIFE, OF COURSE HE NEEDS OUR HELP.” Was he really just hers, or was there some relation to this man, too? ‘I want you to keep her and your sister safe’.
“… You’re my brother.” She said, quietly. She looked up at him, though her eyes were not filled with warmth and affection like she wanted them to be. For the time being, she was haunted by the memories. She waited for the confirmation, then looked back down again. “Then how could you run away like that? How could you just leave him there to…. to d-die?” She looked around her, remembering the last time she was lost in the forest - and once again, every direction looked the same. She had no idea where to start. “