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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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She'd been around enough people he to recognize lighthearted teasing, and really, that was the only reason that she wasn't taking even mild offense to his choice of words.

...Not until he called her children brats.

"They're not brats...and no, they're not here anymore." She refused to dwell on the fact that she'd been told that her youngest died, not today. "I did this, I figured we all deserved a chance to relax and have a decent meal for once...specially with so many of us missing our loved ones."

Shaking her head, she flashed him as bright a smile as she could muster. This was a happy day, not a sad one.

"If they'd been here though, I can guarantee at least my eldest would have been helping. Please, come in and help yourself...I'm certainly not going to eat this all by myself."

Fucking christ of COURSE her kids weren't here Badou you stupid- he'd only remembered a few little uns' running around lately and with no mama bear in sight, least of all this one. Talk about foot in mouth syndrome; that proverbial foot of his was so far down his throat at this it was unreal.

Badou allowed himself some minimal cringing at the lack of having a goddamn PR specialist for these kinds of stupid things he says and barreled right ahead with a weak chuckle. "Ahhh, I always heard the kids were the ones that whipped out the grub fer these kinds'a things, y'know like in the movies. Bet they wouldn't letcha lift a finger anyhow. But uh..."
He rolled the cigarette with his teeth, a nervous habit really, buying him time to grapple with what to say. He didn't really have a family so it wasn't like he knew what she was talking about, but free food was free food...what was his karma rate up to these days? Ah to hell with it, a hard boiled guy had to survive.

"This is real sweet of you an' shit so...you kick ass, mama bear." That sounded alright. Shuffle shuffle.

Adjusting a plate...that really didn't need it, she turned away with a wistful smile. It was stupid, it was just a day like any other...but she wanted her babies here with her. Human, Demon, or Vampire, she didn't care right now...she just missed them. "Dean would have told me to sit down while he did everything...my babies really are the sweetest." Never mind that her youngest had mistaken her for his dead girlfriend. We don't talk about that.

...Mama bear...she kind of liked that.

"Yes, well. It was nice to cook something other than breakfast. I don't mind, but the same thing gets a little boring eventually. I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name."

Welp he waited for her to move away from the plates before he fetched an empty one and started eyeballing the nearest dish full of delicious chicken. Fuck, how long had it been since he'd had digs this good? Oh yeah that's right, forever.

Her tone, the nostalgic, fond way in which she mentioned her kid (Dean, that sounded familiar...) was really. He couldn't quite put his finger on the foreign emotion but it wasn't like those overbearing parents that shove their kids Polaroids under your nose and expect you to give a fuck about their macaroni picture frame or how quickly the kid could take a solid shit. Wasn't half bad. "Hmm, sounds like the kinda kid you can count on to keep your pension to yourself," Badou finally deduced with a wry smirk.

Taking a healthy heapful of chicken as he was bidden, clacking the iron tongs together thoughtfully, he shrugged at her words. "Food? Boring? Never, man! Er, marm. There's nothin' like gorgin' yourself on stuff like this after a bunch of crazy shit." Oh yeah, his name, that would probably be good to impart.

"I'm Badou. Badou Nails, hard boiled info broker extraordinaire!" Be very afraid, he'd been waiting to use his usual introduction for awhile. "If you ever need some dirt on some fucker, I'm your guy. An' you are? I probably can't get away with callin' ya mama bear forever."

Moving from the table, she set about adjusting table cloths and making sure the curtains were pulled back prettily. She wasn't ignoring him though, she heard every word he said. Turning back to him with a small smile, she shrugged her shoulders as she chuckled somewhat sadly. "That only applies when you have a pension. When you have my life though, that's not exactly an option." Not that she thought either of her boys would do that to her. At the very least, Dean doted on her like she was a dainty princess.

"Not boring, just...usual. When I was at home, breakfast had a little more variety since it was only made for three people. When I make it here though, I usually have to make a little of everything." On the mornings that she felt like it anymore. Before, she had company in the mornings...now, it just reminded her of how lonely she's become.

Brightening slightly at his name, she turned to face him properly. It's a pleasure, Mr. Nails. Mary Winchester, if you ever need anything prepared, particularly desserts, you're welcome to ask at any time." Truth be told, she was bored as hell. At least she'd have something to do.

He watched her trot this way and that to manage the neat little details, then took that as his cue to stuff his face, chewing thoughtfully. "God damn this is good." He mumbled around his mouthful and made little pleased sounds and only then did he snap outta it, its not just him and the meat against the world, Mary was speaking. Badou cocked a hip against the table because hes a lazy shit, info broker senses tingling at her words. No pension, a life like hers. Her skills clearly didn't merely lay in kickass food, judging by her tone it wasn't something she enjoyed with that white picket fence.
"Oh yeah? As saintly as you obviously are fer this shindig, I don't get the feelin' you're a church mouse-y type. Business or pleasure?"

Chomping away, he managed a bit of a chuckle at that. "Just think of it as culinary art school fer crazy fuckers in the shitty pocket dimension of some girls' moldy jeans. Or food therapy. You've gotta be makin a shitton of meat shield- allies that way. Man, I can't imagine havin' the energy, cookin' fer one an' two was enough fer me." Who was the dumbass that said making the best of shit like this was what life was all about? A dumbass who probably had servants to do that shit. Dick.

Badou's eye widened, startled, oh, respect, is that what it felt like, this wondrous feeling? Said beady little eye darted to aforementioned desserts in want before focusing on Mary. "Uh y-you can just call me-, er, likewise." He cracked a sheepish, slightly ruffled smile. "An rob ya blind just like that? Hell naw, I'd haveta pay ya back, naturally."

"It doesn't matter anymore." Mainly because it was complicated.

Other than a small smile, she doesn't give an indication that she heard his quiet compliment. She couldn't let his other comment sit though. Lifting her head to look over at him, it's clear that she's a little disappointed in his choice of words. "Oh...you're one of the ones that doesn't like it here. Aren't you?" Yes, she actually liked this place and was in no real hurry to leave. As far as she was concerned, the author did her a huge favor by bringing her here.

As far as she was concerned, it would be better if the rest of her family was brought here...but she would just make do until that time.

Badou's eyebrows shot to his hairline but he didn't comment, choosing instead to continue to stuff his face, gradually inching towards desserts when it was apparent his plate was getting pretty damn empty. He was a lot of things but a professional was one of these things, he could take the hint. And she was right; shit in the past unless dredged up by shitty plottwists stayed in the past, like that stripper job no one wants to mention. "Yeah, an with no fuckin paycheck here s'not like it changes anythin'."

The Look put him off guard, it'd been a hell of a long time since he'd gotten that look from a woman, a Mother no less and he felt the effect, the squirm and an awkward chuckle, almost instantly. "It's a lot better than home, I'll give ya that. I'm not really in a hurry to go back to that bullshit, but I was in the middle of somethin' kinda important. Bein' stuck ain't my cup of tea. I take it it really warms your cockles to be here, eh?"

She saw where he was heading and couldn't help but grin. She loved her desserts...when you bake to settle your emotions, you tended to get pretty damn good at it.

Finally taking a seat at a table, she's glad it's just the two of them for now. He was surprisingly easy to talk to and knew when to drop things. "There's nothing for me back home. As long as I'm here, I can be useful and have a purpose...as soon as I go home though. All that's assured is pain and that my family will be destroyed." From what she's learned, her babies are turned into killers and her husband keeps them at a distance, turning them into his personal 'guard dogs'. Her eldest's words, not her own, mind you.

Badou half twisted away from her in order to tackle a modest piece of cheese cake onto his plate and stuff a few cookies into his mouth, then glanced back over his shoulder at her, not bothering to stifle his pleased foodgasm sounds.
From the sound of it she had an...interesting clusterfuck of a life back there, and it had very little to do with the jersey shore or housewife troubles apparently. Her next words caused him to pause mid bite, eyebrows climbing even higher. "Goddamn. That's certainly...deep. So are all the bases covered? Like the fate of the world an maybe a credit problem too? Now that I think about it, I don't gotta pay my rent since I'm here. Good fuckin' point."

"Oh, if only it was just something that simple." Yes, fate of the world was a simple thing in her opinion. At least she knew how to handle that. "More along the lines of murder." Still, a faint grin played at her lips. It was nice to see someone actually enjoying her food so openly. More often than not, she made the food and went to go find something else to occupy her time.

"Is that the only good thing you ca really find about being here? No rent?" If so, it was a truly sad existence for him then.

Nomnomnom, food, mouth, food, mouth, all was well, he even made vague sounds of 'I'm listening' until she drove home with that very....very interesting point. And then Badou choked /just/ a tad, spraying crumbs everywhere. Color him impressed. Maybe he hadn't pegged that housewife of jersey wherever right. "Really now? So I'm guessin' this ain't one of those I shot the sheriff or any other musical kinda things...c'mon now, you gonna gimmie that but not a better hint?" His urge to askaskaskquestion get information instincts were screaming. The nose knows a good story. Or good vs. evil story. It's also safe to say Badou isn't exactly worried about his safety upon hearing that.

So shrugging to himself and hefting his plate with him, he dragged over a seat and plopped down across from Mary, a light grin sliding across his lips. "Naw, I meant I got bosom buddies fer a lifetime an long life lessons to help me on my quest." Cue a snort. "It beats strugglin' to survive day in day out an some of these plots ain't too bad but." His grin wavers. "I'm standin' still whether I'm here or there, so the change of scenery is just that. Interestin' people, though, that's fun."

Waiting for him to sit, she rolled a cup of tea between her hands. It was strange...telling this to someone she'd never met before, but in a way, it was kind of nice. He had no preconceived notions about her or her family, he probably wouldn't be too shocked about anything she chooses to tell him. Taking a long sip, she watched him over the top of her cup.

"Nothing like that...just my own murder." Or could it be considered suicide? Sighing softly, she hunched her shoulders. "There was someone in my youngest sons nursery...I thought it was my husband, but he was asleep in front of the television downstairs. When I went back to get my baby...I suppose he killed me." Smiling sadly, she shook her head. "See, no big deal."

It was like someone had poured ice water on him as he sat there across from her, fork mid-lift to his gaping mouth. It was one thing to occasionally kill people, see bodies strewn across the pavement and even associate with people that were more or less zombiefucks, but it was a new experience entirely to speak with someone he now knew was very much passed on. What could he possibly say to that? Besides the first thing that popped out of his stupid mouth-

"You're still pretty foxy for one of the uh...y'know. Mama bear through and through, huh." The body language, the heartbreaking, agonizing tone of longing, the Look, all of it was so foreign, this literally took the cake. There weren't many parents, let alone adults, he knew that would go back for their kid mid-realization of something like that. But wait, didn't she say her kids weren't here 'anymore'? This place clearly was more than just a way to keep on living, he had pegged the cockle-warming reunion just about right, maybe. The biting need to question was stifled then and there as he took another bite, atmosphere a little thick.

"Definitely a big fuckin' deal, mama bear. So did...." They deliver a swift and excruciating justice dick punch to this piece of shit? I-it's not like he cared! Much. He was just. Curious.

Her eyes grow distant as she remembers everything Dean told her about that night. What she saw on the phones. Had the author pulled her just a minute sooner, she may have had a chance to survive the night. "I'm not dead yet...not until I go back home. I only know everything that happened because my eldest son told me while he was here. ...They both were for a while."

Feeling a swell of motherly pride, she turned her attention to the table cloth, a smile threatening to split her face open. While she would prefer that they lived normal lives, she was so proud that they didn't forget her and claimed their vengeance.

"They did. They hunted that son of a bitch for twenty two years. Dean was the one that did him in...I think you were actually here while he was." Bringing up a picture of Dean on her phone, she slid it over to him. "He's my eldest."

Stuffing his face with enthusiasm he barely felt anymore gave him some time to mull over that. And with cake crumbs spraying he finally piped up. "No takesy backsies, mama bear, foxy is as foxy does. Glad you don't gotta worry 'bout rigor mortise an all." So this really was the ultimatum to continuing her life, then. No wonder she enjoyed this shithole so much, it wasn't like she had a Mardi Gras party to go back to. There were a lot of 'at leasts' and other such things on the tip of his tongue but he shrugged 'em off. Those had no use here.

His face softened when it was apparent she was having a hard time not launching into a motherly fueled pridefest, it was kind of cute. Thus he nodded and wouldn't you know it a bit of a smile twitched as she began. "Ahhh so your men didja damn proud. Liam Neeson woulda been hella impressed, twenty two years? Goddamn..."

His eye followed the movement of the phone and he retrieved it, holding it at an angle. "Heeey that's that one guy that was touchin that-" Badou's revelation squeaked to a stop as he remembered the very proud mama bear right across from him. Blurting out how he'd last seen the guy in some foreign fieldtrip with a little kid in his room probably wasn't a good idea.
"He's the guy that...touchin...touchin moment...he was touchin...a moment. Like in Braveheart. That touchin, h-haaaaah!"

As soon as she found out what she could expect when she goes back home...she very quickly learned to love the manor. When death by burning is all you had to look forward to...this was nothing more than a pleasurable vacation from reality. Even without the people that you knew and loved.

Wrinkling her nose slightly, she didn't quite understand the reference. Sorry, she's from before he got really popular in movies. "Liam Neeson...? He hasn't been in much, has he?" She could only think of a few little series, but nothing that she really took the time to watch. With two small children, she had better things to do than watch television...at least things that weren't suitable for a four year old to watch as well. Lord knows Dean had been more or less attached to her skirt.

Unfortunately, she wouldn't be too surprised if it was the field trip she was thinking of. She was the one that had rescued him after all...but she just shook her head. "He caused many a touching moment. And as much as I would get upset with him, especially when he attacked Hayato, he did only have the best intentions at heart." ...But now she was just confused again. "Braveheart?"

Vacation indeed. Badou could definitely dig it. His eye widened to comical proportions and wouldn't ya know it he even dropped his fork to get ready for the hand gesture/flail to come.
"You...you're shittin me, right? Towards the end there he was in some really good shit; this one he was a former assassin an his daughter got kidnapped an instead'a cryin' an goin' along with the ransom y'know what that motherfucker did? He called the kidnappers right back an swore to hunt 'em down an fuck 'em up. An he totally kept his word! It was so damn hard boiled!" Enjoy the enthusiasm and ecstatic gestures that get a bit carried away, but he's having fun babbling so there's that. Downtime between jobs and recovery time from various injuries gave him plenty of time to sit and veg out with movies. "There was this other one where he was freezin his balls off on a mountain or somethin' an fought this huge ass dog. Not as hard boiled but rugged enough." Fighting a dog for the last beer, he could definitely relate.

Badou blinked owlishly once, twice, eyebrow cocked. He hadn't seen that part past the little boy and the....awkwardness. A guys' potential fetishes wasn't his business. "Yeah I bet it was real. Touchy feely. So he attacked somebody? Sounds like a firecracker, that on-" The most ominous pause followed. A fly could have farted in that moment and all would be heard. Possibly mortified, Badou finally spoke. "Y-you've never seen Braveheart? With Mel Gibson?"

"...I'm sorry...but no. ah...it's probably just a difference of time. Dean and Sam had a bit of the same problem with me." God love them, she didn't understand half of their references but they still were patient and tried to explain things.

Running a hand through her hair, she was surprised that she was actually enjoying this. "And yes, Hayato accidentally scratched my face, but Dean...he's very protective of me. If he'd known that my wrist was fractured by someone here, I doubt even I could have stopped him from killing them." It had been a miracle that Dean had never found out exactly what happened. It was hard enough hiding it since they were living across the hall from her.

Badou took a deep breath, steeled himself and slid Mary's phone back across to her, looking her straight in the eye(s). He wouldn't go as far as to take her hand and declare this to the heavens but it was an intense gaze, make no mistake.

"I've decided. We're gonna have a movie night some time and I'mma show you both of those movies an that's that. You can bring the popcorn." He knew there was a shitton of movies and junk around the "entertainment" area so there was a decent chance some of those were around. Begrudgingly getting carried away with the idea he could admit to having a good time, and would look forward to potentially cracking inappropriate jokes during. If anyone could teach Mary pop culture references, Badou could.
"We can't letcha miss good ol' Mel in a skirt before the whole Jew thing."

But back to the matter of her darling bouncing baby boy fucking someone up defending mama's honor. She sure sounded confident, almost unnervingly so. Badou cupped his chin in one hand, gaze curious.
"How big was this other guy, then? Would puttin' bets on either of those two have made me the big bucks?" Mama's boy versus some unknown accidental tussler? Badou was sorry he'd missed the show and it probably showed. "Wait, this guy gotcha that badly an /you/ didn't kick his ass? Mama bear..." Tsk tsk.

...She hadn't been expecting an offer of a movie night, but it was very much welcomed. She wasn't really one for watching movies alone..it was just far too lonely in her opinion. Taking the phone back, she nodded once. "I'd like that. I'd like that, very much."

Glancing around the room, she almost seemed to be checking for someone. Satisfied that they wouldn't be overheard, she turned back to Badou. "He wasn't too big. And...no matter what he did, unless he was hurting me on purpose, I couldn't bring myself to harm him. It didn't even really scar. Dean's just...overprotective." Had she wanted to stop him, Hayato wouldn't have had a chance.

"The few times he's hurt me, it's all been accidental. ...And usually my fault. I tend to forget he doesn't like to be touched."

Have an obnoxious WHOOP and Badou's fork flying into the air via a moderately thrilled ginger mid-victory pose. Which he ceased as soon as the fork landed somewhere behind him. Without having the audacity to be too embarrassed, he grinned and lowered his arms. "I look forward to it, mama bear. I'll bring the beer an won't even give you too much of a hard time fer ooglin' Mel."

As Mary peeked around the room and finally turned back to him, was this in confidence? Off the legit record- Badou felt the weight of the legendary womanly gossip coming on, or at least that's what he thought. "Sounds like you get into some moderately deep shit all your own, I can imagine you're givin' HIM an early head of gray hair." He chuckled, then let his brow furrow at her next comment. So it was like that, huh? Troubling for touchy feely types no doubt.

"Woulda been awful nice of the shit had he held back, huh? I know-...knew a guy who couldn't stand to be touched by women, or be anywhere near 'em. Good ol vaginaphobia. Wasn't a real touchy feely guy. Sucks in general though, your whole shebang, fer both parties. Maybe he'll build up an immunity to ya, like cough meds or somethin'."

She almost rises to go and retrieve the fork...but seeing as they were alone for now, she could let it sit for a few minutes. "Oogling him? Pardon me, but I don't think you have to worry about that~. Unless he's better looking than my husband, which I doubt, I'm sure I'll be perfectly fine." For more than ten years, she'd only had eyes for John. Sure, a few movie stars were good looking, but there was always something false or too perfect about them to be more than that.

"He's already getting better. I just...have to make sure he knows what I'm about to do and not surprise him~ Besides, I'm almost positive that it's more than just women, I'm pretty sure he was hurt." And that was one main reason she couldn't let him be alone. He'd clearly been abandoned before and she wouldn't let him relive that if she had a choice.

Smirking, she rested her head in a hand. "Be sure you bring a case of beer for yourself~. I'll have you know, when it comes to beer, I can drink with the best of them."

Her loyal wifely sass earned a grin from Badou as he plopped his elbows back upon the table and snickered. "Your man's a real hottie, huh? Must be rough havin' to beat off other chicks with clubs." He stroked his chin mock thoughtfully. "Hmm, 'm gonna haveta think of someone else to make ya flustered...how bout DiCaprio? He's got that whiny boyband look." Anything to make the experience more entertaining for himself.

Cocking his head to one side, Badou offered her a fluid, lazy shrug. "Better you than me. 'm sure he'll be back to group hugs an' kumbayas in no time with you on the case. Throw him in a tank full of people like that Fear Factor shit an he'll sing like a canary." Hell, maybe it was true, maybe it wasn't. She seemed hopeful and determined enough, that sure was....great. But that was where his curiosity froze: when it got to the complicated feel-y shit.

But he brightened again when the hint of a challenge sprung, his grin morphing into a competitive smirk to match Mary's. "Yeah? Guess havin' kids'll give ya great trainin' fer that. My experience is pretty impressive too, or so I've been told. Multiple times. We might haveta figure out who's the last man- er, adult standing." They were doomed.

Smirking down into her tea, she shook her head once. "He does that well enough on his own. My husband may be many things, but I know that he wouldn't cheat on me." They had too much invested in their relationship for more than idle thought of the other cheating. "He was the one there for me after...after my parents were killed. Took me away and gave me the life I always wanted." There was a wistful look on her face at the last part. Even with the pain they'd both been through, they managed to carve out a happy life for themselves.

Bringing herself back to the conversation, she laughed softly at his choice of words. "Among other things~. You should have seen date night. We'd leave Dean with Mike and his wife while John and I finished off whatever alcohol we could find...Tequila was always the best though." Beer was for the light nights.

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