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Tweak says, "COOKIE MONSTAH!!"

Mary Anne McGee (virginal_) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2012-03-18 15:18:00

Entry tags:

mary, sam winchester

Who: Sam Winchester the New and Mary the Virgin.
What: Coffee!
When: The Friday after Sam's arrival.
Where: Coffee shop in London.
Warnings: Nope!

Mary was out on the patio of the coffee shop that Sam had mentioned. She was a little early, and as such, was reading her book and enjoying the early spring breeze. Every now and then, a little girl of three or four would come and sit down by Mary, and Mary would pull her into her lap, reading to her for a moment or three. It didn't really matter that the girl didn't know the story, she loved sitting with the older lady and Mary loved sitting with the little one.

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virginal_
2012-03-19 05:01 am UTC (link)

She was given a chicken dish that looked like it had been cooked in some sort of butter and herbs. She took a forkful of it, contented noises rumbling in the back of her throat. "Bobby? He's here, you know. I don't personally know him, but Mikey does. He said he has a cute little bulldog girl." She dabbed at her mouth with her napkin when he grinned, shaking her head. "It's so huge, I figure we can make a plan of attack with a map." She was very organized and good at figuring out the fastest way to do what she needed. When one looked after twenty kids every day, one had to have one's shit together.

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hiwayskillingme
2012-03-19 05:07 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, I gave him a call to let him know I was here, first thing after getting to Dean's," Sam said with a nod. "He names all his dogs after politicians, so I'm sure the dog's name is Sarah or Hilary or something," he postulated with a fond smile. "Sounds good, as far as plans go. If we can, we can probably see most of it in one go, unless we find something really interesting to look at." He tried to squelch the little mental voice that said he already had something interesting to look at, and started into his salad to keep himself from having foot-in-mouth syndrome.

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virginal_
2012-03-19 05:16 am UTC (link)

"From what he tells me, he seems like a good man. Mikey will probably want to see you - he's friends with your brother, I know, and he's really fond of your nieces." She was trying very hard not to think about the fact that she was eating lunch with a really gorgeous boy in Paris and about to see the Louvre with him. "What sort of art do you like best? I really like surrealism and dadaism." She folded her legs as she started to eat her potatoes.

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hiwayskillingme
2012-03-19 05:23 am UTC (link)

"To be honest? Pennsylvania Dutch folk art," he said with a modest look down at his plate. "But after that, out of the things that we're bound to see, I'm partial to pointillism and Italian Renaissance art. Surrealism just reminds me too much of stuff people see while under the influence of certain creatures, and dadaism... You know, I have absolutely nothing against it. It's extremely eye-of-the-beholder. Like Rorschach tests. There's no right interpretation, but an infinite number of wrong ones." He liked that kind of mindfuck. "Just so long as the painting doesn't come to life, though? I like it."

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	virginal_ 2012-03-19 05:35 am UTC (link)
	She grinned at him. "That's why I like it. I love looking at something and knowing what I see, but talking to people about what they see ... do paintings come to life often around you? I suppose it would be okay if Monet or Manet came to life. Flowers and picnics wouldn't be too bad." She swallowed her wine, liking very much his sheepish face. (Reply to this)

hiwayskillingme
2012-03-19 05:41 am UTC (link)

"There's been a couple times," Sam said with a shrug, "Most recently, though, had this one job that I nearly bought the farm. Some little girl's vengeful spirit was trapped in a painting, and we thought it was her father, so it almost killed myself and this lady we met. The painting itself killed everyone who ever owned it... I think it was in the possession of at least five people before we torched the girl's remains? Three of them in the month we were investigating it. Let's just say that some of these paintings? I'm glad are in a museum. It means there's less of a chance for them to do damage if they are haunted." He grinned up at her. "And that's kind of why I prefer landscapes to portraits. You don't see happy little trees getting stabby."

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virginal_
2012-03-19 05:43 am UTC (link)

"Even poison ivy doesn't hurt things unless you go into it. Why was the little girl so upset? I can't imagine being so upset for so long. And it must get worse, the longer it burns." She shook her head. "I'm glad you're around to help them too. The ghosts and the angry spirits. Someone needs to help them stop." She figured she was probably the first person to feel sympathy for the ghosts, but she felt sympathy for everyone. She'd had Satan cry on her shoulder once.

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hiwayskillingme
2012-03-19 05:50 am UTC (link)

She wasn't the first, and hell, she wasn't even the only one at that table that felt sympathy for some of the non-human beings they dealt with. "She was touched, from all we can tell. She actually murdered her family with her dad's straight-razor before killing herself. They blamed the murders on him, and that's why we thought it was him at first. So um, yeah, she was just... really not that great of a kid. I suspect she had something happen to her in life, because no kid turns out that screwy without something bad happening to them first." He took a spoonful of his soup, and nodded with a low tone of pleasure, "Good soup," he mentioned.

"But um, yeah. Spirits that don't pass on, don't go um, wherever they're supposed to go? They just get more and more damaged. It's like they decay along with the place they're attached to. Some get more and more angry, some just get sadder. Some just go stir-crazy. But no matter what the cause, they're stuck and someone needs to fix the situation, or eventually, living, breathing people will get hurt." Sam grimaced at the thought of having to exist as a ghost. It would almost be as bad as Hell, he figured.

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virginal_
2012-03-19 06:03 am UTC (link)

Mary winced. "Of course. Mental illness can be a start, but something else usually happens beyond that. Poor little thing." She looked sad; she'd seen a few kids pass through her center whose parents she'd reported to the police. It hurt her almost physically to see things like that.

"My chicken's excellent as well if you'd like some." Especially since they just randomly picked the cafe. She tried not to think of anyone she knew becoming a ghost, or any ghosts around. "Maybe you could still do what you did, just not as often. Only in emergencies. I could help you look things up, if you want. I'm a wizard with microfiche." She smiled shyly at him.

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hiwayskillingme
2012-03-19 06:08 am UTC (link)

Sam grinned at her wanting to help. "Oh, I'm pretty good at it, myself, but it's always nice to have a second set of eyes to look over documents. I'm probably going to try and not do it as much, myself. Hell, even Dean and Bobby say they're all but retired." And then it hit him; Mary was talking about Mikey, and, being who she was, and who Bobby was, and Dean, he nearly choked on the bite of potato he'd sneaked off her plate to taste. "Wait. When you say Mikey, do you mean the archangel Michael?"

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	virginal_ 2012-03-19 06:11 am UTC (link)
	"Like you said, you need a life for your - are you okay?" She cocked her head to the side, then nodded slowly. "Mmhmm. He's kind of like my big brother, he lives in Mexico with his wife. He married a Grigori, Kokabiel. He's a sweet old grump. Why?" She gave him another bit of potato since he'd all but aspirated the first bite. (Reply to this)

hiwayskillingme
2012-03-19 06:15 am UTC (link)

He took it off her fork with his own and pondered that for a minute. "My god, and here I was, trying to ignore the existence of them. You know, it wasn't more than a year ago my time that my brother refused to believe in them. In angels, that is. And now one comes and raids his fridge periodically." He smirked and looked her in the eyes, idly waving the fork with the bit of potato gently at her. "My brother is getting the I-told-you-so of his life when I get home."

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virginal_
2012-03-19 06:17 am UTC (link)

She laughed, smiling when he mentioned it. "Gabriel lives in Hawaii with his wife. She's pregnant now, it's so exciting! And I think Azrael is still around with hir wife." She tried to think of any others. "Mephestopheles is here, but not so much evil how you're thinking of him. Lucifer was here before. ... the angel kind. God was here for a while, I miss her." She laughed loudly. "You could do a whole dance of I-told-you-so."

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hiwayskillingme
2012-03-19 06:26 am UTC (link)

"If what that website says is true and that sometimes, people get the memories and abilities of the people they replaced, I just might be able to tell Dean I Told You So by way of interpretive dance. I just won't, because like I said before. It's probably best for the state of the world that I don't do anything dance-related." He grinned and took another swig of his beer. The way Mary laughed was downright unfair and it took Sam all of his mental facilities to not get the goofiest nerd-grin at it.

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	virginal_ 2012-03-19 06:30 am UTC (link)
	"If you do it, will you video it?" She grinned and couldn't help but giggle. "I promise I wouldn't show anyone, I'd just want proof you did it." When he smiled, she had to try really hard not to kiss him. It would be easy enough - he was close by and adorable and she sighed happily. (Reply to this)

hiwayskillingme
2012-03-19 06:34 am UTC (link)

He looked down at what remained of their lunch and realized that somehow, he'd managed to polish off his salad and most of his soup without even realizing it. She was extremely involving, and it surprised him that they even got this much into them with as much as they'd talked. "Sure thing. Just don't use it as blackmail. I'm sure there's enough of that sort of thing floating around other realities and this one to fill a small cargo ship." He scratched his head and then smoothed his hair back before motioning to the waiter to bring the check.

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virginal_
2012-03-19 06:39 am UTC (link)

"I'm not a blackmailing sort. If I'm mad at someone, I just tend to tell them." She was pretty good at scolding people. Once the bill was paid, Mary stood up and stretched, contented. She reclaimed Sam's hand as they walked to the Louvre.

And they continued that way through the entire museum, laughing and looking at the same paintings, finding that their taste in art was similar. She also liked that the conversation between them flowed easily and freely.

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hiwayskillingme
2012-03-19 06:44 am UTC (link)

And once out of the museum - having been shooed out the door by a multi-language announcement of closing time - Sam looked across the large plaza that led out into the evening, at the streetlight-lit streets. "Whoa. Time flies," he said with a chuckle. "I guess that means I've got to take you home soon." He didn't factor in the fact that it was still likely afternoon in New York City, and light out. Despite that oversight, he still didn't want to part ways so soon. He enjoyed her company, and was loathe to impede on Dean's happy family.

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	virginal_ 2012-03-19 06:47 am UTC (link)
	"Do you want to come over for some tea? Belle would love to meet you." She looked down at her shoes, trying to will her feet to stop shuffling. "I mean, I'd understand if you had to go home and getting things settled." He was new; she'd try not to be too upset if he said no. (Reply to this)

	hiwayskillingme 2012-03-19 06:57 am UTC (link)
	"That sounds really nice," Sam tried not to sound too enthusiastic about it; he liked her, but didn't want to seem like this was some sort of booty call. He wasn't like that. At least, he didn't want to be like that. "I mean, if I'm not imposing." (Reply to this)

virginal_
2012-03-19 07:03 am UTC (link)

"Oh, not at all! It's probably one or two back home, and I take every Friday off and let my staff deal with the little ones." She smiled, walking to the portkey with his hand in hers. When she tapped it, she felt the familiar pull, and soon they were a couple of blocks away from her building.

She was less nervous than she thought she'd be. Mary's hands didn't even shake when she unlocked the door. Mary's apartment was sunny and clean, done up in blues and greens. "Make yourself at home," she smiled. Soon a ragged, raspy sounding mew came from the living room, and a cat that was more scars than fur came into the entryway.

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hiwayskillingme
2012-03-19 07:07 am UTC (link)

He was starting to at least get familiar with the queasiness, that was a big help. It didn't bother him this time, nearly as much as it did the first two times he took a portkey anywhere. When they walked to her apartment, he made idle chitchat, and once they reached her place, and he stepped inside, he tried not to be awkward about it. He'd been in thousands of strange homes before, and this was somewhat an exception. He knew Mary better than most of the people he helped, for one.

When Belle showed herself, he smiled and knelt down, calling her with a click of his tongue. He wondered if she took strays like Belle and himself in very often, and the thought gave him a tiny smile. If there was any animal that looked like he felt sometimes, it was this cat. "She's very sweet," he said to Mary, as he scratched gently behind the cat's ears.

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virginal_
2012-03-19 07:13 am UTC (link)

"Isn't she? I love that about her. She's obviously seen some terrible treatment, but she's super gentle and sweet with people and other kitties." She put some water on the stove for tea, smiling at him. She put out a plate of cookies on the table so that he could have a little dessert if he wanted it.

Her heart was thudding in her ears, and she hoped she didn't look as nervous as she felt. There was really no way to say 'could we go make out on my couch now, please?' without sounding vapid or needy or hasty.

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hiwayskillingme
2012-03-19 07:19 am UTC (link)

He stood after Belle wandered off, apparently content with the attention she got from him for the time being. He followed after Mary with a small, sheepish smile, taking another cookie from the plate. "It's been a great day. Thanks. I really needed this," he said, earnest about his feelings on the situation. "You really have a way with people. This morning, I was bent out of shape and paranoid about everything. You got me to drop that, at least for a while." Sam stood close, but not enough to be imposing. He wanted to at least kiss her on the cheek in thanks, but if he was completely honest, Sam wanted to do much more than that.

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virginal_
2012-03-19 07:22 am UTC (link)

She'd been leaning against the kitchen counter, but when he stood close by, she moved a little closer to him. Taking his hand and squeezing it, she smiled up at him. "It's something to practice. The more you're comfortable, the easier it will be for you." She moved closer still, enough that her hip was touching his leg. He smelled really good, and as if on reflex, she rested her head on his chest.

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