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29 January 2009 @ 03:32 pm
Presentiment (1/1)  
Title: Presentiment
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: John Winchester/Mary Winchester
Word Count: 300
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Summary: pre - sen - ti - ment [n] An intuitive feeling about the future, especially one of foreboding.
Other: Written for the drabble123 challenge in response to prompt #9, "Blush."
Author's Note: Supernatural and its characters have been manipulated here without the knowledge or consent of Eric Kripke and Warner Bros. Entertainment. No copyright infringement is intended.



The unmistakable trill of a fire alarm is what wakes him from an otherwise peaceful sleep.

John bolts upright in bed, jarred by the ear-splitting sound, already untangling himself from the covers ensnaring his legs as he topples over the edge of the mattress and just barely lands on his feet. He takes the stairs two at a time, spurred by the acrid smell of smoke, expecting to see leaping flames.

When he reaches the kitchen Mary's there, moving in a repetitive flurry of unkempt blonde hair, flapping a charred dish towel in front of the smoke detector mounted on the wall.

"John, help!" She appears younger than her twenty-five years when she peers over her shoulder and spots him, wide blue eyes red around the edges and watering, "Please make it stop!"

John crosses the room in purposeful strides and gently nudges her out of the way, rising onto his toes to easily hush the ruckus with one push of the device's reset button.

Mollified by sudden, blissful silence, John turns back to his wife, grinning in spite of himself as he watches a blush creeps into her cheeks, "What happened?"

"I-I left the towel too close to the burner." Mary frowns, squinting through the haze at the skillet that remains on the stove and the blackened pancakes inside of it, "Now breakfast is ruined."

"Come on," John offers as he tugs at the white cotton of her nightgown and then smoothes his palm over the heavy swell of belly below it, "Let's get you out of here. I'll open the windows, it'll be okay."

Mary smiles feebly as John slides his arm around her waist, "Better the towel than me, I guess."

He concedes with a nod, squeezing her gently in the crook of his elbow, "Much better."
 
 
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 Nayeli Honizrewillow_fae_20 on January 29th, 2009 10:05 pm (UTC)
Wow. Which I'm assuming she was pregnant with Dean here? This was really really good.
Erinxxsh0tgun on January 30th, 2009 03:08 am (UTC)
Yes, I was originally going to have her be very pregnant with Sam since we know what comes six months after his birth but I thought it'd be more interesting with a bit further of a throwback to '79 instead :)

Thanks so much for taking the time to read and review. I appreciate it and I'm glad you enjoyed this little bitty thing!
{red wine and ambien, you're talking shit again}: SPN//winchester menpowerof3 on January 30th, 2009 09:15 am (UTC)
Oh, man. The foreshadowing killed me.

I love John/Mary so much. This was excellent. Great job!
Erinxxsh0tgun on January 30th, 2009 05:21 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for reading and taking time to leave feedback!

I haven't written John & Mary prior to this but I figured it would be fun to give it a go since it was just a little oversized drabble and, as it turns out, I really enjoy them!