badfic_logs | Mothers Day Brunch, Open to all

Who: Mary Winchester, everyone
When: Mothers Day
Where: Parlor
Summary: Mary decided to prepare a mothers day party for everyone in the manor.
Rating: T
Warnings: None as of yet.

Anyone who had been looking for Mary the previous day and night would have been sorely disappointed. Particularly since she only allowed herself short naps while cooking everything to prepare for today. Had Dean been there, she would have had help with everything from cooking to tasting...mostly tasting, but she felt that she did okay alone.

She's standing next to the open doors in a pale pink dress with matching flats, paper hearts taped to the doors to show exactly where the brunch was being held.

As soon as everyone walks in, it's clear just how much work went into the place. Most of the regular furniture was either missing, or against the wall, as well as three tables with various foods and the fireplace had a small fire in it, just enough to offset the soft sound of rain tapping the glass. Positioning a few dining tables and chairs in the center and making sure there was soft soothing music being played just completed the feel. After the last bit, they all needed a chance to unwind and she'd needed to blow off some stress with baking. She may have had to use every cooking device in the manor, but it worked out for everyone in the end.

The first table held the meats and main entree's. Roasted chicken, turkey, ham...and for those with more particular tastes, a dish of hamburger patties and hot dogs with the appropriate bread and condiments beside it.

The second table, it could only be called a salad bar. Small cubes of cheese, salad fixings, and bottles of dressing occupied one half of the table, while the other half had a few side dishes.

The third table though...that was her pride and joy. Desserts. Chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, pies of every basic flavor, cheesecake, and a dish full of various cookies.

She'd wanted to make more, but with such little time and no help, she had already been pushing it. She had just been lucky that the meat didn't need too much maintenance, only the rest of it.

Locking the doors in place, she waited for anyone that decided to join her...even if it wasn't many though, she could store the food and it would serve as snacks and meals for a few days.

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Looking up from where she was re-organizing the silverware (It all had to be perfect), she paused as she saw Gokudera standing there. ...The poor child, was there really any time that she saw him when he was okay?

"Hayato..." Are you okay? Do you need help? Can I get you a plate? There were so many things she wanted to ask him, but all that she could do was muster a small smile. "I was wondering when you'd make it down here."

Oh.

Her.

Well, that explained a shitload. Slowly coming back into the realm of consciousness, he plastered his usual scowl on his face.

"Subete no kono diavoloè tutta questa merda nande-?"Ah, right, as handy as that translation-thing was it didn't work if you couldn't figure out what language you're speaking in the first place. He ran a hand over his face buying himself another moment to wake up before speaking again, "What the hell is all this shit for?"

...Italian?

Great, one of the languages she couldn't understand...Oh good, back to English. But that only led to another problem...she remembered his mother issues, and the last thing she wanted was him getting pissed today. A white lie never hurt anyone, right?

"I just thought we could all use a little break after everything." It was 50% true anyway.

Italian and probably some of the worst butchery of the Japanese language the world has ever know. But shh, you heard nothing.

He looked over the set-up looking honestly perplexed as to why anyone would waist their time on such a thing. He had to hold his tongue for another moment to practice the words in his head before he spoke them, being bilingual sucked ass after sleeping for about a day and a half.

"'The hell's in it for you?"

And this is a sigh. Really, he believed too much that she needed to get something out of anything she does.

"Noth--...Well, yes. There's something in it for me...the satisfaction of knowing that I had a hand in helping everyone relax. Now please, get a plate and feel free to help yourself. You look far too thin."

And hurt and this was the best way she could coddle you without getting HERSELF hurt.

"I can make my own damn food...."

The teen curled his shoulders in a defensive slouch, with his returning consciousness, came the memory of the last time he saw her... when he had essentially slammed her in the face and gunned it right out of there. While he would pull out his own tongue before admitting it, he felt bad. He had just been having another episode where he was being an idiot and reading too much into things, then flipped his shit.

He took a tentative step back, ready to just turn and leave. He didn't get why she was so nice to people, at least not to him at least. He didn't deserve it.

Almost as if knowing his intention, she took a half step towards him before pausing.

"Please wait... I know you can make your own food, but...it seems like such a waste if you don't have even a little of this."

She wasn't sure how much he'd care, but she knew everything else that she wanted to say would just make him mad. And really, without her boys here? She was only that much more determined to get closer to him.

"tch!" He turned his head off to the side, huffing a bit, "I ain't the only one here, someone else will eat it! I ain't even hungry!"

Of course, this is the best time for his stomach to let out a long loud grumble in protest to his words. The teen's face instantly sours... moreso than it was before... and he looks at her to gauge her response to that. Though, the dead giveaway his stomach provided essentially was a white flag for him. He was friggin' starving, food smelled good, and his gut just betrayed his bluff.

Raising a brow at his response, she turned away so he wouldn't see her amused expression.

"Whatever. If you don't want it, you don't want it, I won't force it on you." No, she'd just leave a heaping plate outside your door. But it seemed to be time for a new tactic...caring did nothing, so maybe disinterest?

...fuck now she backs out. Dammit, he was going to go along with her nagging just so he could say he was doing it to shut her up! Of course, her abrupt drop from trying to push him hit a nerve too. She was probably ticked off about last time they met. He couldn't blame her.

He let out an irritated huff, and bristled up, shoving his hands in his pockets and turning around to leave.

"Tch! Fine, whatever! Didn't want any of this crap anyway!"

...Turning her head slightly at his tone, she only got more confused. What did he want from her? Shrugging, she leaned back against the table as she watched him. Oh, to hell with it, he needed food and apparently no mater what she did, it was wrong.

"The least you could do is have a plate. If for nothing else, to keep me company for a bit."

Yes, she went there.

The teen paused and looked over his shoulder, somewhere between shock, annoyance, and confusion.

"Dammit make up your damn mind! Either you don't give a shit, or you want to nag me into another lifetime!? Which is it?!"

"In that case, I think I'll choose nagging. Now, get your rear over here and get yourself something to eat~." She did care about him, it was just difficult to figure out the best way to show it. She always either pissed him off or startled him so badly that he lashed out.

She didn't try to move closer though. For now, she'd just wait to see his reaction.

He heaved an exasperated sigh complete with an eyeroll and walked back into the parlor and plopped himself down on a chair. Of course he made sure to slouch over and look generally unamused with the whole situation to mask the fact that was looking forward to a free meal.

There Mary. He's staying. Now feed him.

Satisfied when he was coming in and sitting at a table, she grabbed a plate and filled it with meats and a heaping glob of potatoes. It wasn't pretty, but she wanted to fix it before he changed his mind.

Setting it in front of him, she waited to make sure that he'd at least taste it.

"If I'd known you'd be here, I'd have made you some ravioli or something..."

The teen picked up a fork and casually started picking at the meal, maintaining a bored expression. The food was good, he'd cut out his tongue before he admitted it, but it was good. Though the poke about the ravioli thing does get a little eye-tick. He wasn't overtly angry about it, but it didn't mean she would be saved from a sarcastic remark.

"You're hilarious."

Smirking in satisfaction, she takes a seat across from him. Relaxing in the seat, a soft sigh escaped her. Once she was done with all of this, God help the first person that tried to wake her up...

"I like to think so~."

Just be glad that she remembered you like ravioli.

Mothers Day Brunch, Open to all

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Short tag...is short.

Long enough for me~

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