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.]

Comments

[was_a_hunter]

So was his father...You just have to remind him why you're better than his car~.

[furtum-est-vita.livejournal.com]

Years of experience?

[was_a_hunter]

Years of necessity.

If John had his way, I think the car would have been sleeping in the bed instead of me.

[furtum-est-vita.livejournal.com]

*shakes her head and finishes her tea*

Boys and their toys.

Still, most days I feel as if Dean would rather shoot me than allow me to get close.

[was_a_hunter]

[Chuckling, she just shook her head. Dean wouldn't hurt Bela; he knew better than to harm a woman.]

He's harmless. Well...as harmless as someone in his line of work can be. Just bring him back to your room to talk...just talk. He wouldn't appreciate someone being able to eavesdrop easily.

[furtum-est-vita.livejournal.com]

*she grins, mostly because she knows for a fact that Dean would shoot her if she suggested bringing him to her room. And then suspect her of a trap. If it weren't for her pending death, she was pretty sure she could have had a lot of fun with them.

Maybe she still can*