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[Aug. 31st, 2009|08:06 am] |
Who: Open to everyone
What: Life support
Where: Teague's art studio, London
When: Tonight around 5pm
Warnings: TBD
( Come to help yourself and others. ) |
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[Aug. 11th, 2009|04:40 pm] |
Who: Bobby & Mary
Where: Bobby's place
When: last Sunday afternoon
Why: Because Mary needs a tour of the Salver's library.
Warnings: Doubtful. Swearing at the worst, I'd figure.
( Family don't end with blood ) |
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[Oct. 8th, 2008|12:50 pm] |
WHO: John/Mary
WHAT: Reacquaintance
WHERE: John's place
WHEN: Backdated, just after Dean's wedding
WARNINGS: Um, NSFW. Definitely, if John has his way.
A/N: I'm restarting this because I fail at logging and John wants his wife, goddammit. And for those of you who watch Supernatural, John dates from somewhere in S3 - that is, he has knowledge of Dean making his deal, but not of Dean dying. The recent John/Mary backstory doesn't come into play. (Mary might know about it, but John doesn't, and I'd like to keep it that way. These two have enough angst.)
Mary had agreed to come over and it felt like their first date again. It was fucking weird to be scared of anything that wasn't a demon. John sighed, looking around the small flat. Dean had wanted him to move into their huge house, but at least for now, it didn't feel right. Maybe it would soon.
There was a knock at the door, and he'd wrenched it open in seconds. Mary was standing there looking just like she had always looked, and damn if it didn't make him shiver. "Goose walking on my grave," he murmured, pulling her lightly inside and going for a kiss. |
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[Sep. 11th, 2008|11:54 pm] |
ooc: Just putting this up, respond whenever there's time.
WHO: John and Mary Winchester
WHAT: Reunion
WHERE: John's little flat
WHEN: After Mary sees the boys. Most definitely slow-time.
WARNINGS: TBA.
He'd never waited so long for one knock on the door. He was shaking like he was back in Vietnam with the DT's, and couldn't find it in himself to kick himself at all. This world had been a head trip, but if this was really Mary. Mary. His boys had a mother again? He had the only woman he'd ever fucking loved again?
He hadn't lived here long enough to fuck it up, whoever it had belonged to before. It looked fine, he looked fine ... oh, fuck, who was he kidding. Where were those boys?! If it really had been a demon he was going to fucking kill everything. |
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