Mama's Families (BtVS/Supernatural)

Series: 23 for 23
Title: Five: Mama’s Families
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: I own the World Walker, Joss Whedon owns BtVS, Kripke owns SPN.
Spoilers: Seasons seven and two
Series Summary: Twenty-three stories and crossings of worlds (read: insanity) to celebrate twenty-three years.
Part Summary: Midnight redevous with concerns for their children.
Words: 781
A/N: First quote comes from the into, second comes from Help Me Remember by Rascal Flatts.

Dedication: To lady_sylver for the fandoms and prompt.

23 for 23
Five: Mama’s Families

Behind them she saw the worlds that had so briefly intersected with hers.

I know that you’re leaving as soon as the sun comes through the window.

Two blond women watched as the young woman looked through them in the spot of brief sunshine. She smiled sadly at them, and they returned the smile. She was the rare visitor they saw who actually looked back and not through them. As she slipped back into her light, the older of the women turned to her companion.

“She’s not a ghost, is she, Mary?”

“No, just a walker,” Mary Winchester smiled. “Not too many of her kind still left. See her around a bit, the poor thing.”

“Speaking of poor things, how are our kiddies doing?” Joyce let her body float over to the bench Mary had chosen as their meeting spot.

“Right now? They’re half cursing the fact that we didn’t make them only children,” Mary sighed, nodding her head toward the two figures across the near-deserted park, one tall dark head bowed in slight deferment to the shorter blonde head. “Other than that, they’re trying to figure out how to save their siblings.”

“Dawn got herself kidnapped again?”

“From what I gathered. Dean went off looking for her half-cocked. You gotta love my boys.”

“I’ll let my girls worry about your boys,” Came the dry answer.

“They’ve got a lot on their plates. My boys seem to do nothing but get themselves into holes they might not get themselves out of again,” Mary murmured, sadness in her eyes.

“Sounds a lot like my girls.”

Whatever might have been said between the two spirits was cut off as someone made their way loudly through the otherwise still surroundings. The two spirits only rolled their eyes at the intrusion into their otherwise peaceful night.

“I am so not through with you, girlie,” an angry male voice called from across the otherwise quiet park.

“And I am completely done with the conversation!” An agitated female voice yelled back, near to shrieking.

“You can be done with him, but you sure as hell aren’t done with…”

“Fuck off!” both of them snapped at the fanged creature behind them.

The vampire paled - as if that was even possible under the pale shaft of moonlight that visible to them. Their siblings looked up at their intrusion, anger on each of their faces. The vampire was close to sneaking off, but sadly fell victim to misplaced anger issues. He was dust well within seconds of his misspoken words.

“I’m so glad we raised them to use their words,” Joyce sighed.

“Well, we can blame the boys actions entirely on John,” Mary shrugged, glancing over at her.

“Yeah, but I can’t blame the girls on Hank. He didn’t have much to do with them after we left L.A.” she paused. “Can I blame them on John?”

“Well, he would have been their father if I hadn’t snuck up and snagged John away from you,” Mary pondered.

“And he’d have been their father-in-law/uncle like figure had we come back to Kansas after college instead of moving to California.”

The two women were quiet for a few more minutes, each conscious of the ticking of some invisible clock that thrummed through them. They listened to the bickering of their four children - the oldest at twenty-seven, the youngest at just nineteen - for a few minutes more until final they felt themselves lighten. Mary spared a glance at Joyce before slapping her hands together loudly. The four heads snapped up and around in their direction.

“Mommy?” Dawn spoke, pushing past Dean and Buffy.

“Mom?” Sam murmured, a hand gently on her shoulder.

“Aunt Joyce?”

“Aunt Mary?”

“Aunt?” Dawn whirled back to glance at Dean and Buffy.

“She was mom’s friend who died when …”

“Aw, damn, I knew you looked familiar!” Dean glared at Buffy.

“You’re the little pervert who used to kick sand at me and Cecilia.”

“We’ve only got a few minutes, kids, so do you mind letting the grown-ups talk?” Joyce said loudly.

“We need to tell you to watch out for Az - “

But it was already too late. They had already lost the power of speech and the two mothers frantically mouthed ‘I love you’ to their children as they faded out again.

“Great, now we have to wait a whole year to speak to them again,” Mary sighed. “We’ll never have time to warn them about Azazeal’s plan.”

“But now they know his name,” Joyce smiled, pointing down to where Dean was glancing at the name she’d managed to put in the dirt.

“You always were devious, you little man stealer,” Mary smiled.

“You did your fair share of man stealing, miss Mary Campbell.”

“Lucky we each had two boys and two girls instead of four boys or four girls.”