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Angels Watching (G) Dean, Sam, OFC - Bad Day At Black Rock - Not a rock, I'm just Ruth
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Angels Watching (G) Dean, Sam, OFC - Bad Day At Black Rock
Title: Angels Watching
Author: Just Ruth
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean, OFC
Rating: G
Disclaimers: Supernatural is the property of Eric Kripe and the CW. Characters/Situations are being borrowed for entertainment purposes only. You think anyone would pay me for this?
Prompt: Something else from the vault at Black Rock
Summary: There is only one way to get from Buffalo NY to Queens NY in two hours . . . and that's to fly.
Much thanks to almightyspaz for her beta
Word count: 610
*****
Dean: I'll tell you who else had faith like that. Mom. She used to tell me when she tucked me in that angels were watching over us. In fact, that was the last thing she ever said to me.

(2:13 – Houses of the Holy)

*****

It was a small wooden box, tucked down between the curse boxes. Dean picked it up and opened it.

There was a rosary of dark red-brown beads having a small silver crucifix at one end and a heart-shaped locket engraved with wings. He knew it was hers as soon as he touched it; Mom's. The boys had so few things of their own and none of their mother's. He opened the locket.

"Angels are watching over you." He read engraved on the inside cover. It was accompanied by the tiny black and white picture of a smiling blonde girl. Dean remembered that smile from so long ago.

"What did you find, Dean?" Sam asked.

"Not much." He tucked the beads into his pocket. He didn't want to share this. Not yet.

The next few hours turned into a whirlwind as they tracked down the men who'd broken into the curse box and stole the rabbit's foot. Dean was willing to admit some of their troubles were his own fault – the run of luck the rabbit's foot produced had been a heady ride. The crash was literal as Sam went sprawling in the parking lot of the buffet.

As soon as Bobby informed them that losing the rabbit's foot would cost Sam his life; Dean knew he had to get to Bela Talbot and fast.

As little as he liked it, the fastest way to get to Queens would be to fly. He parked Sam in one of the hotels directly across from the Buffalo International Airport and headed over. The police band scanner sounded with the arrival of a patient who was being flown down to New York City for a special procedure. Dean dove into a men's room and came back to as a white suited medic/intern/ EMT with a bag that held his gun rather than first aide supplies.

He felt guilty when he found himself sitting next to a scared little girl on a gurney. She was pale with circles under her eyes and her little hands shook. Dean swallowed hard as the plane took off.

"It's okay," she whispered and reached over to squeeze his hand. "Don't be scared."

"What's your name?" He asked, feeling guiltier. "I'm Dean."

"Mary." She said. "Mary Harrison." If she'd reached up and punched him between the eyes he couldn't have been more surprised. Harrison had been his mother's maiden name.

"I'm glad to meet you, Mary. So, first trip to New York City?" He asked, trying to keep his voice light.

"Yes," she nodded. "Doctor Melchior says they have a heart for me."

"A heart?" Dean blinked. He couldn't think of anything else to say after that.

The plane made it to Kennedy within forty minutes. Dean pulled the rosary out of his pocket and slipped it into Mary's hands.

"My Mom's name was Mary." He whispered to her.

Sam would probably be mad; but maybe there was more than the rabbit's foot from that old vault that could bring someone a little luck.

****

Three days later, when the boys were scraping together odd jobs to fill their gas tank, the Buffalo News reported that a local girl, Mary Harrison, had a good prognosis after a difficult heart transplant.

"What are you grinning about?" Sam grumped as he rubbed his sore shoulder.

"I told you about that little girl I hitched the ride to NYC with." Dean pulled out one of his small knives to cut out the article. "Looks like she had an angel watching over her."

"Or a little luck rubbed off." Sam took the article to read it.

"Yeah, that too."

=fin=

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erinrua From: erinrua Date: July 12th, 2008 04:26 am (UTC) (Link)
Lovely little piece, thoughtful and sweet and Dean. Thanks for sharing this! :-)
Cheers ~

Erin
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: July 12th, 2008 12:47 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.
arliss From: arliss Date: July 13th, 2008 05:18 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, this is lovely. A very quiet character piece, but hopeful and upbeat. A nice change from all the post-finale angst.
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: July 13th, 2008 06:52 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it. The idea came from the fact that I used to live just outside Buffalo NY and I *know* there's only one way to get to Queens from there in two hours. :)

I still believe angels are watching over the boys - or angry fangirls, depending on your point of view.
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