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Who: Mr and Mrs Winchester
Where: Their room
When: August 31st
Rating: PG-13, possibly R?
Summary: John and Mary have average day. Well, as average as a dead woman and her old husband can get.
Warnings: Winchesters, smooching.
The Story:

[John wakes up slow these days. He never used to, back when he was on the road, in motels and shitty apartments too close to noisy highways. That kind of life isn't great for someone who gets nightmares like most men his age get heartburn, and for the first time in decades he's getting peace. Mostly because the subject of so many of those nightmares now tucks into the bed beside him. It's like his body just knows

He dozes for a while, content to soak in all the warmth from the bed and his small wife. He'd forgotten how much freaking heat she'd thrown off, at first, but now he couldn't get enough. Sleepily, he pulls her in closer to his side, trapping her between the bed and his body. No one's getting out of bed this morning, nope. With no real shit to do, he could probably doe here and be fine with it.

Eventually, he stirs himself into reluctant wakefulness. The sunlight streaming through the blinds sends a sharp pain right through his eyeball into his brain and he can't help but growl a little. There's dark and comfort in the crook of Mary's neck, and he tucks his head there to escape the reality of the day.

Well. Relative reality. ]

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[Mary barely moves in her sleep, not with John so close and comforting. Waking slowly as she feels a face pressing into her neck. Sighing softly as her eyes crack open, she traces her fingers along his arm.]

...Morning...

[Did they have things to do today? Thinking on it for a moment, she was relieved to realize they had no plans. No one that needed then, nothing that was so vital the needed to hurry out of bed.]

[John lies there for a while, breathing Mary in like he needs her to live. She smells like her shampoo, and a little bit like his cigarettes. It gives him a very vivid, very sudden memory of a morning like this, decades ago. Back when mornings were allowed to be slow, when there wasn't a kid screaming for mommy and daddy to get him breakfast.

This is too nice.]

Morning.

[Well, he's awake now. He groans, rolling half over Mary to get a look at the digital clock on their bedside. 7:30. Jesus. That's too damn early when you haven't got anything to do besides research. He rolls back over- sorry baby- to his side, and lies there for a moment, staring daggers into the ceiling.]

Too damn early.

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[Groaning softly when he rolls on her,she elbows him sharply in the ribs.]

Never too early when there's things to do. I was thinking of making some pies since they were such a hit.

[Still, she groaned and rolled over, burying her face in her pillow. She may have plans, but sleep sounded too good.]

You should help, give you something to do. [Still not moving though.]

[John doesn't pay the elbow any mind- nothing's gonna stop him from being obnoxious this early. Mary doesn't even get very much time with her pillow before he drags her back to his chest the little teaspoon to his over sized serving spoon. He laughs, pressing a kiss into her tangled blonde hair.]

Look at you, being Miss Popular.

[She always was liked back home, before. Mary has that kind of personality that just radiates warmth out of every pore, and he's never known more than a few people who didn't fall victim to the sun that shines out of her ass.]

Naw, they like 'em because you baked 'em. If I touch anything someone's gonna scream about pies being unethical, probably.

[Snorting, she didn't try to pull away from his hold, just letting herself relax into his hold.]

Well, if you were nicer to people, maybe the pies would be ethical.

[She'd seen that John didn't have the best...manners, but he could try to fix his relations with people.]

And shut up, I'm just being hospitable.

I am nice. I have friends.

[There's...Stan. And Michonne. And Raleigh, kinda. Simon, ish.

Uh....

Well. Uh. He's got family, right?]

I got you somehow, right? [John grins, and moves a lock of blonde hair to kiss at her neck.] You sure as hell weren't hospitable back them. You never let me in your house, Miss Homemaker.

Maybe not, but you were persistent as hell. Something in the school weirdo must have drawn you to me.

[Elbowing him, she chuckled softly.]

Hey, I saved your life. Dad would have killed you if you came in the house. Much less if he found you in my room.

Oh baby, you weren't that weird. [He pauses to plant another kiss on her, snickering like a dumb kid.] You were weird, but the chess club kids were weirder. At least, you were hotter than any of them. That helped.

[It's weird to think about it, though, high school. It's eons in the past for him, almost two lifetimes ago. But for Mary it's been just over a decade. God, talk about a mindfuck.]

And, you know, no one else would go out with me.

Riiight. That explains my social outcast status. Pretty sure if I'd even tried out for cheer leading like I wanted, I'd have been denied.

[Ever since she broke that guys arm when he surprised her, she had a stigma through school.]

I happen to know there were a few girls that liked you.

Oh, yeah, I know. And then I dated them all, and then you decided to slum it with my ass.

[Look, Dean didn't just affect that whole girl crazy thing on his own. He came by it naturally.]

I guess it was just fate.

Mmm, and it's a nice ass. I'd slum it with your ass anyway, besides...you were brave enough to take on daddy.

[Turning in his arms, she leaned up to kiss under his chin.]

What was it about me that made you want me?

[Aaaaand, oop, there it goes. The very image of her dad is enough to destroy any head (ahem) of steam he'd managed to get going this early. John rolls onto his back and laughs, enough to shake the bedframe and Mary. God, he hasn't thought about that nightmare of a human being in years.]

Oh, jesus. No I wasn't, that man was out for my blood.

[He lays there for a few more moments, trying to shake the humor out of the moment. Trying.]

[She couldn't help but join in to the laughter. Nothing killed a boner like Samuel Campbell and his shotgun.]

And yet I remember a few nights you were still brave enough to climb in my window.

Yeah, and I thought I'd die? Great nights, totally.

[And even when he'd come back from the war? Somehow that man was the scariest thing in the world to him. Not jungles, not mines, not even gunfire. It was all Mr. Campbell]

You were worth all of it, babe. Even if he'd gutted me.

Mm, especially that time you had to hide under my bed. I think mom knew though. She's sneak me sly glances.

[Smiling at that, she leaned up to kiss him.]

Likewise. I think if we'd had more time you would have won him over though.

[Closed] Tell me you love me

Ugh, why didn't it post. >.<

o3o

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