Mary Winchester (ex_wantedafa728) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2013-02-19 22:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | 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?"