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[Sep. 26th, 2008|07:42 pm] |
Can't believe I'm about to say this, but...
I think I actually miss the sounds of all the people in the house. Dean's boots clompin everywhere, Bela's laugh, Anne's swishy dress going down the hall and Che swearin' at the coffee maker in the mornin cause it doesn't work fast enough.
Just me and the Roxy girl, and she's walkin around with one of Dean's socks like it's her baby. I think she misses him, well, I know she does.
Edit: Anyway. Also?? Look at what I made!!! Hi, Uncle Dean! You can't see, but I'm waving at you!
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[Sep. 21st, 2008|04:10 pm] |
No matter what anyone says, I didn't cry at the wedding.
Dean didn't look amazing in a tuxedo.
Everything wasn't perfect.
I'm not on my bloody honeymoon in Greece, being treated like a queen.
I'm not at all feeling like everything I've ever gone through is being made up to me. Not at all. |
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[Sep. 15th, 2008|10:10 pm] |
Dean Matthew Winchester!
Did you think you were going to skate by and NOT tell your mother you were getting married?
And as for you, Samuel Luke Winchester...
Well... I may not look as old as I am, but with children as old as you and your brother, I suppose I could adjust to the idea of being a grandmother. A young, and gorgeous grandmother of course.
I just wish *you*, the both of you would have told me. Honestly, are you both that frightened of me? I'm just your mother, you know. |
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[Sep. 10th, 2008|08:15 pm] |
I'm not even sure if I'm doing this right, but...
My name is Mary Winchester. I don't know how I got here, though I'm pretty sure (and pardon my stealing) that this isn't Kansas anymore. I'm not supposed to be here. I'm not supposed to be *anywhere*.
I was dead. I saved my boys again, and I died...again. I don't understand.
And if this so-called gentleman sitting near me doesn't stop ogling me, I'm going to kick his ass. |
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