badfic_manor | Mary Winchester | 27

[Holding her hand against a gash in her arm, Mary's moving through the fog blindly, trying to ignore the blood dripping onto the ground, providing a decent enough trail to anyone curious enough to follow it. When she's safe, she can find a way to wrap it...but there lies the problem. No where is safe right now. Even the shop that she'd tried to take refuge in had been occupied by something less than friendly, all sharp teeth and claws.

Anyone close enough to her will notice the large knife held in her free hand. If they get too close, it may end up in their neck...in this place you couldn't take any chances. She remembered it well and knew to not make too much noise, that was the only thing keeping her from calling to check in with Dean and anyone else she was close to.

There was a small part of her that was enjoying this. The familiarity and the release of using your skills to their fullest, but this wasn't her life anymore. She'd worked hard to keep things that way, but the manor was determined to ruin that choice.]

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In a way...but it's been eleven years since I've been on active duty. Dean's been training with me, but even at that, it wasn't enough to stop one of those damned dogs.

[Though, without the training, she would have probably been a lot worse off.

Snickering at the analogy he chose, she shook his head and moved in his direction.]

Lets just get out of here before something follows the smell of blood. Once we find a building to hide out in, think you could stitch it for me? I have the needle and thread, but the wound's in an awkward place.

[He lets out an exasperated sigh. CHRIST, these intense world saving types] Speakin of your bouncin' baby boy, 'm surprised the mama radar in his ass hasn't located you yet. [Grumble.] Tch, dogs. Next time try a newspaper or a national geographic to the nose. Or a goddamn bazooka.

[Quickly matching her strides, he huffs.] Much as I wouldn't mind carryin' your dainty passed out ass, I'd rather your kid didn't split my ass for makin a move, either. I'll accept grovelin' only.

[Badou manages something akin to a reassuring smirk in Mary's direction.] Lucky for you sewin' up gapin' wounds happens to be my goddamn specialty. Looks bomb on my resume, too.

Badou, be nice. Though, I am a little worried that I haven't found him yet. [Okay, a lot worried.] I tried to knife it, but it was just too damn fast. It was back up in seconds and it was like hitting solid muscle.

Good. Cause I really need it stitched soon. I was hoping to find Dean to do it, but so far, that's not happening. Honestly, if I hadn't found you, I would have simply had to start a fire and fix it the best I could. [Though, she's take stitches over cauterizing any day.]

[That actually drags full blown laughter out] PFFFFT! Yes, mommy. I'll be good, wouldn't want ya to spank naughty ol me, here of all places~

[Shit, she really is worried, what to do with Concerned Parents] That guy's got one half of your badass genes. He's the sequel to The Housewife an the Mechanic. 'm sure he's around here roughin' it, trynna sniff you out.

[Eyebrow raise] Fuckin dogs that spring back after some legit damage? Didn't think there'd be somethin' from home sweet home here.

Euuugh, you are hard fuckin core, Mama bear. [His stomach rolls. As much brain splatter and intestines he's been splattered with, he doesn't remember patching himself up after something like that. Least not without it ending with someone in tears. Dryly, he adds] Here I am to the rescue. I'll fix ya right up, free of charge.

Good, cause I will. Give me half a reason and I'll have you over my knee~. [Okay, she really wouldn't, but he knew she was just playing. With things like they were, it didn't hurt to have a sense of humor.]

He'd better be. Hell, I'd be satisfied if he'd just check in and tell me he's okay. [Sighing to herself, her hand itches to check her phone, but she knows that she'd have heard if there was a message for her from him.]

[Chuckling, she glanced up.] Should have seen the monsters I ran into last year. They were stupid enough they didn't notice me though. Thankfully.

I do what I have to. I'd rather take a little pain than bleed out and die in this hell hole. [She'd never done it personally, but she'd seen it done before. If she had to, she had the knowledge to live long enough to get out of here.]

[His terrible personality and sense of humor is what's keeping him from pissing his pants right now, tbh.] Oh, s'that a promise? I'm so bad. Why go for half, why not take the whole packaged reason, huh~?

Y'know how kids are, prideth before the balls an all that shit. [Not that he knows about brats but he had to say something, so babbling it is.] No doubt he's clearin' a swanky ass area for you before he sends for ya. Better safe than sorry.

[He offers a crooked grin] Lucky for you, an them, given you'd have teared their abyss-ly asses a new one. It's the fuckers bein' controlled you gotta worry 'bout.

I get it, loud an clear. [Bemused, the situation anything BUT, he raises his free hand in surrender. This woman never ceased to be a badass. He didn't doubt her but the reassurance probably settles his blood pressure a tad.]
You're Xena the fuckin amazon warrior. There's too much shit to do, survive or go home without your pants, pulse an credits, I feel ya. S'a hard boiled life...

If I didn't know better, I'd almost think you were flirting with me. [Which was actually a laughable thought in her opinion. There had only been one person here to actively flirt with her and Dean detested Mr. Lecter. She wasn't sure that she'd ever hear the end of it.]

I hope so. As much as he's been training with me, I'm still wearing down. [Life at the manor has made her a little lazy...or lazier than what she usually was. Aside from making breakfast, there wasn't much that really needed her attention but books.]

[Frowning, she tilted her head a little.] Xena?

Who's Xena?

Flirtin? Me? Nonono, c'mon now, you're underestimatin my smooth operator capabilities. If I was flirtin for keeps the atmosphere would be a hell of a lot sexier. [It'd be a lot cruder. Nonono, no. Badou plays around but she's someone's mom man. Not to mention an acquaintance. He knows who's off limits- for the sanctity of his asshole in one piece, don't give him the big one, shit]

Nothin' like the end of the fuckin world, runnin for your life piss pants screamin' for adrenaline badassary. The author don't know jack shit bout continuity.
[He sideeyes her, hardly convinced, but seeing is believing.] How bout next time you can pull off rescuin a damsel in distress. If that don't shake off some of the dust I dunno what will.

[Ahhh, a pop culture reference, beaut.] Lucy Lawless played this hard boiled warrior named Xena- kicked ass, took names, heads, an all in a lil skirt an leather tit plate. Sprinkle in a lil lesbionic undertone, some mythology, an ancient geology no one gives two shits about an there ya have it. Ahh, it was a goddamn classic.

No shit. If you stop to even think, you might get attacked. [Smirking, she shook her head.] Give me a post and my old Savage 10FP, turn this little bit of hell back into the closest we'll get to a heaven.

[It sounds good, but to be honest, she just wants to sit down and relax with a movie to take her mind off of all of this.] ...When we get back home, I just want to sit down with a few beers and watch a movie.

Hey now, I could totally pull off a wicked panty droppin one liner while Jack n Rose do their thang on the titanic. [Badou's lip droops in a proper sulk, but her next comment has him shedding that and whistling in awe.] God damn, you just keep throwin me for a loop. Didja get to hunt shit often with that? The Ghostbusters ain't got shit on you, clearly.

[Her longing, wistful tone serves his efforts to peer through the fog and lead them a little more. He lets out a weary sigh.] I feel ya, girl. Brave Heart or somethin'. I just wanna smoke a carton of cigarettes an go to bed for a week, fuck this.

Edited 2012-12-28 05:42 (UTC)

Mary Winchester | 27 | [Action]

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Sry, finals.

No worries, I've been there. Good luck with em! Kick their asses!

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