𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 || 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

Chapter 5 ~ Hello, Mommy Dearest

Episode: Season 4 - Are You There, God? It's Me, Dean Winchester Pt. 2

Her hair was honey brown, falling in cascades down her shoulders. Her eyes were a caramel brown and her skin was mocha-colored. I swallowed, eyes wide in shock.

"You don't recognize me?" she smiled maliciously and I felt my heart clench.

"How...how can this be? You're dead," I choked out in disbelief.

"Yes. For years now, actually," she nodded, walking ever closer to me.

I took an involuntary step back and she frowned, tsking.

"Ahora, ahora, Parker. You're not scared of mommy dearest, are you?" she cooed and I bit my lip.

"No, of course, not," I lied, "Why would I be?"

"Well..." she said sweetly before her voice turned to acid, "You should be,"

I lifted up my gun, aiming at her and she put up her hands in defense.

"It's okay. I'm not a demon," she told me and I arched an eyebrow.

"Then what are you?" I questioned and she chuckled as she moved across the hallway, her long dress swishing on the floor.

She smiled briefly, ignoring my question, "It's nice to finally talk to you again. You know, when I'm not...choking on my own blood,"

She stepped towards me again and I aimed the gun at her once more. Putting her hands up in surrender, she frowned.

"Esta bien. I'm not gonna hurt you, Parker. I'm your mother. Sorry...was. Why would I do such a thing?"

"I don't know. You tell me,"

Her friendly smile turned into a scowl and I felt my heartbeat spike in my chest.

"Oh, I don't know.... Maybe because-" she started, her eyes hardening when they turned to me, "-you're the reason I'm dead,"

I swallowed, shaking my head.

"That's not true," I objected, feeling bile rise in my throat at the accusation.

"I was trying to contact your father. I didn't know what to do about you. It's not like I wanted you in the first place, Parker," she let out a humorless laugh and I felt the air leave my lungs.

"What?" I asked, not believing what I was hearing.

"But no. No, he decided he'd just up and walk away. Leave me with a snot-nosed infant," she sneered, continuing her story, "And after a while, he quit taking my calls. I did spells after that, trying to contact him. But he ignored those, too,"

"No, no, no...it's not true. You-you loved me. You said you-" I choked on my words, tears clouding my visions as she stepped closer and closer.

She shushed me softly as she cupped my face in her hands, gazing deep into my eyes.

"That was a lie, mi hija. Because I never loved you," she told me slowly, making every word as clear as she could, "And because of that, it cost me my life,"

I broke free of her grip, tears streaming down my face as I pointed the gun at her again.

"It's not true. This is all in my head-" I started to say but she cut me off.

"Is that what you always say? That's your default setting when you hear or see something you don't want to? It's 'all in your head'?" she asked me, arching an eyebrow.

"Philippe told me-" I began again when I stopped short.

But no...no, Philippe had never told me my mother loved me. He'd never mentioned that at all. He'd only said that he loved her - not that she'd ever loved anyone. And maybe...maybe I had just been telling myself that all these years to get by. Maybe it had never been true.

"When I tried to contact your daddy, using all the magic I had - Philippe told me to stop. That-that too much would kill me," she seethed, venting to me, "But what choice did I have? I couldn't keep you, I didn't want you! I chanted and chanted till blood began to pour from my nose, dribbling down my face..."

She smiled darkly then, remembering.

"And then I died. It was all darkness after that..." she finished her story, eyes turning to me again, "So when I say that you're the reason I'm dead...it's all true, Parker. It's all your fault. You have no parents, no life and you have no one but yourself to blame for it,"

And as she took a step closer once more, I felt my heart crack at the next words that left my mother's lips.

"I wish you had never been born."

Suddenly, I felt a slap across my face, that with such force knocked me to the floor. My cheek stung and I could feel a welt forming as I held my face. She kicked me in the ribs then as I stretched to reach my gun that had fallen from my hands when suddenly, a gunshot caused her to evaporate. My mother left in a cloud of smoke and I was left gazing up at Dean. My eyes met his and he let out a breath before stumbling over to me, dropping to his knees to gather me into his chest as I cried.

"Parker, I'm so sorry..." he said softly, "I'm so so sorry..."

Note: Translations for the Spanish parts

Ahora ~ Now

Esta Bien - It is okay

Mi hija - My daughter