Mothers Day Brunch, Open to all

[was_a_hunter]

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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[was_a_hunter]

"...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.

[notkinkypatch]

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.

[was_a_hunter]

...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."

[notkinkypatch]

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'."

[was_a_hunter]

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."

[notkinkypatch]

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.

[was_a_hunter]

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.

[notkinkypatch]

"So he's your knight in washed out jeans, huh. Or khakis, whatever." The corner of his mouth twitched into a rueful half smile at that. Honestly even he was surprised at the control he had over the need to add skeptical bullshit, or at least some chick flick comments. Then again she could kick his ass if she saw fit so self preservation at it's finest. Not to mention the promise of that drinking contest kept him as polite as possible. Fuck, fine, if he admitted it VERY briefly, their thing was kind of...cute, from the sound of it, and the soft eyed look on her face, the fondness. He wouldn't go as far as to say a better romance than a certain shitty novel yet.

Badou managed an impressed whistle, then a chuckle. "God damn, you two crazy kids set the bar fer datin' etiquette. Wine an dine? No fuckin way, that's fer squares. Though 'm sure you two were more or less competin' in other ways..." Was it wrong to leer at a married mother of two's choice in date night confessions? Hell no. 'sides they weren't /his/ parents so it probably wasn't all grody like it was for their kids, right?

[was_a_hunter]

"I have yet to see a mechanic wearing khakis...at least any local mechanics. I'm pretty sure if I brought him a pair into the house he'd jump out the back window and sleep at the shop till I burned the damned things." Besides, she loved the way he looked in jeans. Smiling to herself, she couldn't help but wish that he was here.

Brushing a wrinkle out of the table cloth, a faint pink tinged her cheeks as she remembered their date nights. "We took advantage of an empty house~. Why spend hours out trying to get something decent to eat at a low price when we could just watch television and let ourselves get drunk off of our asses." It was how they got their second child; they shouldn't really have been too surprised when the doctor told them why she'd been so sick.

[notkinkypatch]

As Mary explained her hubby's fashionista issue Badou's eyebrows rose higher and higher, eye widening until the dam burst and he sputtered with laughter, even going as far as to slap a knee with the force of his amusement. "H-he's a mechanic too? Holy fuck, this is startin to sound like the plot line of a very laid back an sensual porno with many dramatic twists an turns. You're right, that would look pretty skeezy." Who knows if the kids count as a plot twist but shit sure turned out interesting that way. Damn they were homely! Mechanic + Mommy Dearest + two munchkins = Mysterious Destiny. Apparently.

Once his terrible sense of humor settled down Badou allowed himself a smug smirk at Mary's expense as he rocked back in his chair. "Nice to know that back then people kept that kinda shit simple. Keepin your wallets from cryin' a day keeps the tax experts away, afterall. These days it's all sushi an a couple'a drinks an no you can't grind on me, your crotch is sweaty." He let out an almost wistful sigh. Dating life sure is rough.

[was_a_hunter]

Laughing along with him, she turned a mock glare on him...which was ruined by her laughter. "Hey~! It was better than a porno, thank you. We didn't have cheesy music or ridiculous names." Not that she'd seen many porno's...as far as other people knew~. Calming herself after a few minutes, she took a sip of tea to hide the lingering smirk.

"There were other couples that would go out...we just didn't see all of the appeal in it. We could spent a days wages and have a fancy night out, or just sit at home with a few drinks and reacquaint ourselves with each other...I know it's got to be a little boring to someone else, but those were truly some of my best memories."

[notkinkypatch]

"Ooooh so whatcher sayin' is, it was one of them kinky dealies? Oh mister mechanic, I seem to have somethin' jammed in my carburetor...would you...mind lubing it up? With those strong greasy fingers. Bedroom eyes ensue." Not even able to muster a straight face, Badou was reeling with laughter once more, the chair quaking dangerously under his dumb ass as he made vague hand gestures to demonstrate.

He wiped a tear, wheezed, righted himself to prevent himself from going backwards splat onto aforementioned ass, and let his fingers curl into his pocket to retrieve a cigarette from a crumpled pack. As he eyed her he sobered, tucking his prize between his lips. "Can't say I know the feelin' but it's gotta beat appearances, powderin up your nose, wallet problems, an stuffin socks down yer draws...er not that I've ever had the need to do that but y'know what I mean."

[was_a_hunter]

Okay, that did it. Burying her face in her arms on the table, her body shook with trying to keep from laughing out loud. Maybe it was sleep deprivation, maybe it was just the thought of her saying something so ridiculous, either way, right now it was the funniest thing ever.

Completely useless for a long few minutes, she finally pulls her head from her arms. Her face was flushed and the smile on her face was bigger than any she'd had recently. He may be crude, but right now, he was a blessing. "You...Oh, God...That's just...I don't think I've ever heard something so ridiculous in my life."

Coughing softly into her hand, she gave a side look to the ginger. "Why stuff your pants though? I'm pretty sure that the secret would be out if things became...intimate."

[notkinkypatch]

Her quaking laughter got him going again for more sniggles, (MANLY!) snorts and guffaws, making it damn hard to light a cigarette with shaking hands and a swiveling chair but eventually he collects himself. As long as she didn't bust out laughing again. Damn did it feel kinda nice to laugh at ridiculou- er totally serious merits of life and the hearth ok.

He faced her grin and, swallowing back another burst of laughter with an obnoxious sound, he leered at her playfully. Eyebrow wiggle a-GO! "Aww but vanilla pornos can get borin as shit! You don't know if you're a kinky ass hot mamacita till ya try." Badou's a pro so Mary's next line of questioning didn't have him choking on the tickle of cigarette smoke at the back of his throat.

He DOES turn an interesting shade of magenta, though. "Cause average wangs ain't what these goddamn vulture women are- I mean I DON'T..MY FRIEND I MEAN, HE CRIES ABOUT IT, PERSONALLY I DUNNO...I hear it gives ya mad sweaty balls. Tch. Women's needs my ass..."

[was_a_hunter]

She knew she was hot when she wanted to be. She just didn't try to flaunt it like some people that she's met. Leaning across the table, she let a flirty smile grace her features. "Ah, but it's not the same if I just call myself hot. Compliments like that have to come from someone else to mean anything, yes~?"

She wouldn't let anything happen, of course, but there was no harm in flirting with her new friend. They were apparently already going to be drinking buddies, eventually there would be a little harmless flirting along the road, she knew that.

"Well now, I don't know about that. Some women like a little bit of average in their lives~."

[notkinkypatch]

Propping an elbow upon the table, a slow pull of the cigarette floating from his lips, his leer widens. "I guess some scrumptious fuckers can't spend all day makin out with their mirror, huh. The bonerin' public awaits, you're right on the money." He might or might not have a problem with his lazy eye acting up and zeroing in on the tiny smidgen of skin Mary's oh so playful leaning of Titza has bestowed. The eye issue is a work in progress.

If his cue reading was as good as his palm reading (which is muddy at best) she'd give as much as he would in the flirting department. Some banter, some teasing, some drinks- nothing harmful to his person and no crossing of morals. He has a whole lifetime for that; many other grown ass sons to /not/ knot his dick up around his neck for flirting with said grown ass sons' mama.

"Oh yeah? Wanna introduce me to these kinds'a babes? Me n' you could match make our buds (again, not yours gingerly) once I get the 411, a blind date or two." Badou has the audacity to try for a wink.