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

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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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[info]hiwayskillingme
2012-03-19 04:57 am UTC (link)
She was blushing and Sam couldn't help but pick up on that right away. He smiled sheepishly at it, and looked down at his food once it was brought to the table, murmuring a nervous 'merci', before spreading vinegar dressing on the top of the salad. "Sounds like she needed a good home. I'm glad she found you; you seem like just what she needs. I took in a dog once, when I ran away as a kid. He was a really good guy, too, I think he was a golden retriever? I named him Lucky. Dad wouldn't let me keep him, though, so we gave him to Bobby to care for. Lucky protected the heck out of the scrap yard." He smiled at the memory. He loved that dog like mad, and was pissed off to that very day that he couldn't keep him as a pet. It wasn't like they were lacking in room in the Impala, or at the hotels they lived in. It would have been a great change of pace from the TV and Dean bossing him around all the time.
Ah well, shit happens.

He looked up at her and couldn't help but grin again. She was still looking awkward and cute and shy. "So what do you want to see first once we get there? I kind of hope they have Michelangelo's stuff all in one place, and we don't have to go searching around for it."

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