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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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Kanda apparently didn't think the situation was embarrassing in any way, though. He tended to doze off when he was bored regardless of the place he was in anyway, so he couldn't really judge someone else for having a break. So he just calmly waited until the woman looked awake enough to talk to.

"You invited me," he reminded bitterly, and that was mostly true; back home he'd usually end up attending those gatherings he hated just because it was something like 'supposed to'. And there was food. Home made meals were always better than whatever the Manor would throw up and Kanda himself was pretty fuckterrible in the kitchen.

He casually looked over the leftovers and a bit hesitantly picked up a few pieces of radish.

Yawning into her hand, she gave him a short nod. "I know I did, I wasn't sure if you'd show up though." If anything, she expected him to raid the kitchen afterwords. Technically, she'd invited the whole manor. It was a good thing they didn't show up though...food had been running out at a rapid pace. If she was still here to do this next year, she was going to be recruiting help.

"I'm sorry that I haven't had a chance to attempt those noodles for you yet. Putting all of this together took most of yesterday and last night." Experimental food had no place with what she was almost positive that she could cook.

"I can just get whatever," Kanda grumbled with a shrug and looked around for means to make tea. He did sound a little bit disappointed, though, even if he apparently didn't think it was a big deal. He eventually picked up a mug and a teapack, and headed for what looked like a thermos of hot water, looking over the remains on the table on the way.

"You really know this stuff." Was being good at making food also a part of being 'mother' or something?

She felt bad that she couldn't make what he wanted, but there wasn't much that she could do about it right now. "I promise, I'll try it soon. Maybe after I've gotten some sleep and things calm down a little." That thing being her emotions. She didn't know what she'd been thinking...this hadn't filled the gap she was feeling, it only made it worse."

Taking a sip from her own cup of cooled tea, she shrugged slightly. "Eating out may have been an occasional option when I first got married...but when you have little ones, it just turns into a headache. Besides, I always liked cooking for my family...it was just...normal." With enough practice, you actually got to be pretty damned good at it. She still couldn't cook anything too fancy, but they got by well enough.

Kanda looked a little thoughtful as he fixed the tea and sat down, bitterly glaring down a sandwich before finally taking it. "Calm down?" he inquired, sounding more surprised than interested, and sniffed the cheese a little suspiciously. He just understood that there was a lot of food and a kind of an occasion... for 'mothers', nonetheless. He didn't understand how it was supposed to cause stress. Maybe making everything did it. Sure.

"Ah," he just grumbled, realizing that he had absolutely no clue about this kind of normal, if it really was that, and took a bite.

"Calm down." Taking a little bite of croissant, she chose her next words carefully. "I thought that doing all this...it would take away a little of the pain of my babies not being here anymore. It didn't though. It just...it made it a little worse." Dean and Sam should be here. She didn't expect them to do anything for her, but she wanted their company.

Oh.

He could maybe relate a little to that feeling; some of his friends had been here when he first got to this place and he was left all alone now. Of course it would have been more comfortable to have them here; at the same time it was a terribly selfish way to see things. He didn't want to drag them down.

He chewed the bite thoughtfully, apparently being educated in table manners enough to at least know that you should swallow before speaking.

"Why are you in pain?" he finally grumbled with a small frown. "It's good that they're no longer stuck here." Right?

"In theory. It's selfish of me, I know that...but I want my babies back with me. I don't know if they're even okay now." Last she heard, Sam was dead. She couldn't do anything from here though. Couldn't even check on Dean to make sure he's coping with the loss.

She just wanted to check on him. She even checked on their room at times, but it was now occupied by a stranger. ...A loud stranger.

"You'd understand if you had children."

Kanda shrugged and waved his sandwich a little, vaguely motioning at their surroundings and therefore the Manor. "With how these things work," he grumbled, "you're with them back home. You know that, right?"

After all, nobody new arriving ever recalled the residents being 'gone'. It was weird, yes, but at the same time a little reassuring that they weren't missing important things back home.

Smirking painfully, she shook her head. "No, I'm not...I haven't been with them in a very long time." Her voice was soft and wistful. It was her own fault too. If she hadn't made the choices that she did, she'd have been in their lives.

"This is the only place that we can be together anymore."

"..." Oh. Well that was unexpected. Was she dead back there or something? Then he could understand the sentiment a little, maybe. He didn't have to feel selfish when wanting Alma to be here, after all. But was that really it?

He tilted his head slightly, his frown darkening a little. "You should have thought about them before getting yourself killed," he stated rather unsympathetically, forgetting that what he just decided to be the case might not be correct at all.

Scowling, she looked over to Kanda. "It wasn't my choice. If I'd known what would happen, I wouldn't have made the choices that I did." Well, she'd have still gone into Sam's nursery...that was her baby and there was someone in the room, she couldn't just go back to sleep with that happening.

Most people would feel uncomfortable being glared at by the person whose food they were eating, but Kanda wasn't most people. He just kept scowling back, determined to make this whole thing make sense.

"People always have a choice," he said simply.

"Not always. I wasn't ready to fight him. Even if I was, I had to be careful...he was next to my infant." He could have killed Sammy before she even managed to get close to him. At least it seemed that she provided enough of a distraction for John to get her babies out.

"I never said that choice is easy or logical to make," Kanda grumbled and sipped some tea, seemingly completely unaffected by an infant in danger. "So you chose him instead of yourself. It's still a choice."

"The only choice. Could you honestly stand back while someone you loved more than anything died? ...My children are my life, without them...I have nothing."

"I killed that kind of a person myself," Kanda said, his tone and face suddenly completely devoid of emotion, and stuck his nose in his mug.

True, back then he hadn't known it was also that person whom he had loved, but it was still his best and only friend.

Things happen in war, right? Sometimes you have to make a sacrifice for what is Right.

Okay, she wasn't expecting that answer.

"Well we're not all that heartless."

Just don't ask about the horrible things that she's tried to block out of her mind. She only ever truly mellowed out after her parents had been killed, before that most every night was tainted with blood and screams.

"Of course."

Kanda's answer is just as even and indifferent, but he barely keeps himself from making a slight, mocking grimace. Heartless... such a simple way to put it, isn't it? No, he'd like to be more heartless. Then he wouldn't have to torment himself over it whenever he thinks about it. But it's alright; he's learned to shut things out for long enough to be able to march on. That's life, yeah?

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