Mary Winchester

The sun cutting through the early canopy of spring foliage on the trees, the radio playing Strawberry Fields. She'd been singing along with the old worn tape in the tape deck that most people her age in this time would hardly remember what they even were. Time were tough in the city they all had made their home but some how she'd found her pace. It was just a patrol mostly looking for other people that had gotten injured and been unable to communicate through the badly malfunctioning network. On a normal day she'd have been out on patrol with Barry. Not this day though. When the brakes failed and she found her self in the Jeep as it flipped and rolled across the land scape she was thankful for that. The glass and metal crunching around her the Jeep that Dean had built and painted for her becoming what for a split second she thought was going to be her coffin. Then in a flash of red, though the taste of her own blood and the nearly over whelming pain shooting through her body. There was his face, looking so tired so worn, but never the less there strong and determined to get her out alive.

It had been almost a week since the accident. Healing had helped her along but she had a bit to go before she would be ready to wrangle any loose buffalo. She'd been in and out most of the time, a blip of Harry checking on her vitals, or commenting on her status here and there. Barry watching her with that worried expression that he shouldn't have to wear. She recalled waking up with pain that first night and seeing him still in his suit asleep beside her, she didn't have the heart to wake him, he'd done so much and been such a pillar through the course of things. She did, however, bring her hand up and take his.

She is getting her bearings and waking up fully for the first time since everything. Right now it is quiet in the make shift lab, she sat up slowly swinging her legs over the side of the bed. " Barry?" she isn't even sure he is around or if he is out trying to run him self ragged saving the city.