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Mary Winchester (ex_wantedafa728) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2013-02-19 22:36:00

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anthony j. crowley, mary winchester

Who: Mary Winchester and Anthony J. Crowley
What: Attempts at domesticity ~~that will probably fail spectacularly~~.
Where: "Their" place.
When: Evening.
Rating: TBA.
Status: In progress.

To say that Mary wasn't exactly thrilled with the current situation would have been an understatement. She and John may have had their share of problems, more than their share if you asked some people, but that didn't mean that she wanted to be married to someone else, and a complete stranger at that. The Crowley fellow seemed nice, if a little odd, but he wasn't John. He wasn't her husband. And that made it hard to want to go along with this stupid little game of Asaph's. She couldn't really blame Crowley for it, he was as much a victim in this situation as her, but she was upset and not being able to really be alone wasn't helping.

At least Crowley had his job, which meant that she got to be alone in the later part of the evening while he ran his club. The break was a nice chance to clear her head. She didn't really have a job yet, but she wasn't even sure if she wanted one. Back home, she had been more than happy to leave that to John and devote her time to taking care of him and the kids. She liked domesticity. She liked taking care of her family. If it was possible, she just wanted to keep doing that here. Dean seemed to be willing to let John work with him, so John had a job option, and if she really needed to bring in some extra income, she was sure she could find something small.

The domesticity was coming into play now. She knew Crowley had to leave for his job soon, but she had cooked dinner and she figured the best way to get to know her temporary husband was at the dinner table...whether he liked it or not. She knew he had someone, another man who he called "angel"...which was fine. Really. She didn't judge people. She knew the modern times were different than what she was necessarily used to, and it was nice that people could be open about that. Still, just because they both had other people, didn't mean they couldn't be civil.

"Diner'll be ready in just a couple minutes," she called from the kitchen. "Do you mind setting the table?"

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flashbastard
2013-02-20 04:07 am UTC (link)

Did he mind setting the table? Yes, Crowley thought to himself with a scowl at the request, yes he did mind setting the table. He was a demon. A rather terrible one, true, but still a demon. And demons did not set bloody tables for dinner.

Of course, demons also didn't get stuck shackled with some mortal woman who was part of a family who went out of their way to attempt to kill beings such as himself, either. Clearly, Asaph didn't care much about the stereotypes of demons and, because of that, Crowley's scowl was the only negative response he had to the request Mary had made. With a stifled sigh, he raised his voice enough that she could hear him from where he was seated in the living room.

"I suppose I can manage it." The response was accompanied with a simple wave of his hand in the general direction of the dining room table, simply willing it to be set for the meal. Rising to his feet, he made his way into the dining room immediately after having done so, wanting to be certain it had worked. For all Crowley knew, after all, Asaph could have made it so he couldn't access his abilities in these sorts of domestic situations.

Fortunately, though, that didn't seem to be the case. Casting a critical eye over the table setting, Crowley made sure everything was in order. Then he turned his gaze toward the kitchen, once more raising his voice enough so she could hear him.

"Right. That's done. Suppose I should ask if you need assistance with anything else, then."

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ex_wantedafa728
2013-02-20 05:49 am UTC (link)

If Mary had seen Crowley's scowl, she would have given him a 'Mom Look', the likes of which he'd never seen before. She'd never been the sort of person to put up with childish attitudes and she wasn't going to start now. She was cooking dinner. The least he could do was be helpful and polite. After all, they had to eat their meals together. Still, she hadn't seen it, so she just smiled when he replied that he could do it. Sure, he wasn't exactly enthusiastic about it, but John had never really been either and she'd never judged him for that. He was doing what she asked, and that was enough.

Still, she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as he said the task was done without ever entering the kitchen. She thought for a moment that he was just being a smart ass, but popping her head out of the kitchen showed that the table was set. Well then. Apparently her "husband" had a few talents he hadn't told her about. She hadn't set out to test him by asking him to set the table, but she also hadn't figured he'd come right out and show he wasn't human either. Things had been adding up for the past few days. The way his eyes had seemed like a snake's in the brief glimpse she got of them once when he'd taken off his ever present sunglasses. The way he always seemed put together. Just little things that hadn't meant much on their own. But she wasn't stupid.

"Well," she said, smiling ever so slightly "that must come in really handy. Saves you a lot of time, I bet. And yes, I could use a hand. Just toss some butter and salt and pepper in with those potatoes and finish them up while I get this gravy done and get the meatloaf out of the oven. The vegetables are already done, so no need to worry about that. And...try not to use your...well...whatever it is, if you can. Don't know if it'll affect how the potatoes taste. I promise it's not hard."

Lesson one of being married to Mary Winchester. Don't offer to help if you don't want to. John had learned that one early in their marriage. She was not above taking someone's help if they offered.

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flashbastard
2013-02-23 12:19 am UTC (link)

Of course. Of course he was stuck with someone who would take him up on an offer he'd made solely because he knew, if he didn't and Aziraphale got wind of it, he'd get a lecture and a look for not doing his part. Stifling a sigh and another scowl, he made his way into the kitchen to do as she'd asked. It seemed easier than arguing with her about it.

Grabbing the ingredients she'd mentioned, he approached the pot of potatoes. Then he simply stood there for a moment, staring at the things as though they were the very bane of his existence. Which, as far as he was concerned, they currently were. "It's nothing more than my own will," he commented idly, with a sideways glance at Mary before finally dumping some butter, salt, and pepper in with the potatoes and grabbing something to mix it all together with. "I can't use it to leave the city but the willing of a set table is hardly straining."

He didn't elaborate, didn't tell her what he was, or anything of the sort. She could either ask, like a civilized person, or she could attempt to attack him as her husband would be likely to do if he were present. Personally, Crowley was hoping for the former but he wouldn't be terribly surprised if the latter occurred. She was, after all, a Winchester.

Fortunately for himself and his continued survival, though, he'd already well ensured there wasn't any holy water in the house. Worse she could attempt was a trap, some iron, and tossing a bit of Latin his way. All nothing he couldn't handle with ease.

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ex_wantedafa728
2013-02-25 03:13 am UTC (link)

Mary smiled slightly to herself as Crowley went to help out. She'd half expected him to argue, but it was nice to see that he didn't. It wasn't that she was trying to torment him, but he had offered, and she was the sort of person who expected people to follow through with things like that. It would be good for him to help out a little.

"Still," she said idly as she stirred the gravy, "it's a lot more than most folks could do. And it's pretty impressive, I've got to say." She wasn't sure what he was, but her mind didn't jump to demon, because the demons she'd come across couldn't do things like alter reality to suit their whims. If they could, her life would have been a whole lot harder than it already was. "Which...I guess makes it worse for you...being stuck here. I mean...if you're used to being able to just do what you like, not being able to is probably frustrating." Frustrating was most likely an understatement, but it seemed like the most polite way to put it.

"So, I'm guessing you calling your fellow 'angel' isn't actually a thing about you being sweet on each other?" she said absently, pouring the gravy into a dish and starting to plate up the meatloaf and the green beans. "He's one of Cas's family?" She hadn't made it as far as she had being stupid, and it seemed like a safe conclusion to come to. "I mean...you and...your...well...I'm not really sure what to call him, you are together right? I hope I haven't been getting that wrong." That would be embarrassing.

"So," she said mildly, "are you an angel too, or something else?" He didn't have to answer if he didn't want to - he was entitled to his privacy, and he hadn't done anything so far to make him seem like a threat - but she was curious and hoped he would tell her.

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