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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 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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