Mary Winchester | 13 | [Action]

[was_a_hunter]

[Anyone passing by the kitchen will notice either a sickeningly sweet smell or something that will make their mouths water...it all really depends on how you feel about pie. That's right. Pie. Mary had meant to do this after horror month, but Oktoberfest and being weird little monsters put a stop to that. You couldn't exactly cook when you were a foot tall. Everyone deserved something nice though, especially after the hell that they had all been through.

Walking into the kitchen, the source of the scent is apparent soon enough. There are already a few pies set on the counter of various flavors. It looked like she'd been cooking for a few hours and she likely had. It was all worth it though.

Hearing a soft ding, she grabbed a set of mitts and pulled a fresh apple pie from the hot oven.]

...I can't believe how much I missed this...

[Cooking breakfast was one thing...but there was just something about baking that relaxed her.]

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[was_a_hunter]

[Cocking a brow at his expression, pie wasn't exactly rocket science. Shrugging after a moment, she went back to what she was doing.]

Is something wrong?

[psychic-labrat.livejournal.com]

Oh, quite the contrary, you just remind me of someone.

*after a moment of thought*

Do you know Dean?

[was_a_hunter]

[Smirking to herself, she nodded slightly.]

Winchester?

Yes, of course. Why?

[psychic-labrat.livejournal.com]

*that would be where he'd seen her. In Dean's memories. He can't help a slight pained expression, but he turns back towards the coffee pot to hide it. Dean's mind was...painful.*

I helped him a few weeks ago, he told me about you. *sort of. His voice remains cheery, at least*

[was_a_hunter]

[She didn't miss that expression, but she'd been here long enough to know not to ask.]

Good things I'd hope.

[Setting the rag to the counter, she kept her back to him, not quite sure how to ask what she wanted to.]

If you don't mind my asking...What did you help him with?

[psychic-labrat.livejournal.com]

The best things. *he reached out towards her mind, peeking to see how much she knew of the boys' situation*

He wanted me to help Sam through some issues he was having when he came back.

*coffee, get!*

[was_a_hunter]

[Hearing that, she felt a swell of joy. It never failed to please her that Dean said good things about her.

She could feel that something was off, however; having never encountered a telepath, she wasn't able to pinpoint what exactly it was.]

[That didn't satisfy her curiosity. The boys always kept certain things from her...at least they were letting someone help them though.] Thank you. They won't let me help them...but if there's anything I can do to thank you more properly, don't hesitate to ask.

[psychic-labrat.livejournal.com]

*hard to say bad things when your memories are filled with nothing but love*

No thanks are necessary, ma'am. I was glad to do it. Although, a piece of pie will always be welcome.

*turns back to face her, an easy smile on his face*

[was_a_hunter]

[Laughing softly, she grabbed a small plate and moved to cut the peach pie.]

I can't help but feel that no amount of pie will ever be enough.

[Setting the pie on the table, she grinned slightly at Charles.] I should know the name of the person that's helped my boys so much.

[psychic-labrat.livejournal.com]

Just knowing that there is pie is quite enough.

*he holds out his hand* I'm Charles Xavier. It is very nice to meet you.

[was_a_hunter]

Mary Winchester. [Wiping her hands free of flour, she reached out to grip his hand firmly.]

And please, the pleasure's all mine.