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Mary Winchester ([info]ex_wantedafa728) wrote in [info]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?"


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[info]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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