Dean Winchester (dean_wchester) wrote in payline, @ 2014-02-03 18:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | dean winchester (au), mary campbell (canon) |
Who: Mary and Dean Winchester
When: Monday, early evening
Where: The Burger Bar, Mandalay Bay Hotel
Rating: TBD
Warnings: None
Summary: Dean has dinner with his mom. Not at all awkward.
Status: Closed/Incomplete
This place was all wrong and he knew it the minute he set foot in the joint. Was it really so hard to get just a decent place to eat in this town that didn’t put freaking garnish on every plate and fold the napkins into fruity little animals or something? It had taken him an hour just to find this place as it was. He’d been torn when he started looking, not really sure what to do. Three options had presented themselves and they’d each had their merits. The first was simple enough. He’d thought maybe it would be better to not go out at all. His room was big enough, had a table and a nice view. Maybe they stayed in, ordered room service. Had a nice talk. But he’d discarded that idea almost immediately. One on one time was a little too intimidating at the moment. He could just the long, awkward silence that would make up that particular dinner. No, it would be much better to go out someplace where the presence of a crowd would keep the quiet moments from being too noticeable. He hoped. That left the other two options: a nice restaurant, the kind he might have taken her to on mother’s day in another world, another life. Or a bar, maybe a roadhouse. Something that they would both be familiar with. In the end, he’d settled on the latter, fearful that taking her someplace too nice would feel way too much like a date for his level of comfort.
But this was not what he had expected at all. He’d read online that this was supposed to be a burger place, and it was located in their hotel so hey, convenient. But when Dean thought burger place, he definitely didn’t picture this. It was too dim, for one thing. Too intimate. As a waiter walked by carrying what was supposed to be a burger Dean couldn’t help but feel his stomach turn as he took in the piled garnish fancy bun. This had all the makings of a nightmare.
At least the place also served beer. From the host station he could see the bar lined with taps and that was something of a comfort. He turned to look at Mary, so small in comparison to him, younger than him, but still very obviously his mom. At least to his own eyes. He’d only had four years with her, and sometimes he thought it was hard to remember her face. Or the sound of her voice. But her picture was one of his most prized possessions and he could see the woman she would be in the girl beside him. He tried for a hesitant smile.
“Bit fancy for my taste,” he said in what he hoped was an apologetic turn before turning to the host to request a table for two.