Mary Winchester | 29 | [Video]

[was_a_hunter]

[Hey, Badfic, there's a kitty face on screen. Said kitty is nuzzling and licking at the camera.]

Chloe, what are you doing~?

[There's a rustling before the kitten is picked up, Mary's smiling face appearing a moment after.]

I guess someone's feeling better.

Does anyone want anything to eat? I was going to make something for Chloe and myself, so if anyone wants something, feel free to come to the kitchen.

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[notkinkypatch]

Jerkin' lipstick stains outta business men's suits before their wives eagle eyes see em by daylight and monster fight club by moonlight? Damn. Welp, I guess the whole worry thing is a dad's duty, or so I've seen in shitty movies.

Shame on you. Aren't moms supposed to be infused to the mom jeans with faith? Jeeeez. [Tutting, asshole grin on the loose, he nudges her right back] The real question is you got enough bank to pay the toll for Hard Boiled Ginger Bridge and find out? Can you handle the...handle? [No he has no idea what that means either]

[was_a_hunter]

I helped out on the weekends...it really wasn't as fun as you'd think. We had our fair share of lipstick stains, but it was just...monotonous.

[A lot of work and she worked for free...she could have thought of better things to do with her weekends.

...She has to laugh, not entirely sure of what their conversation had even come to.] I'm not sure what that means, but even mom jeans get a little tight sometimes.

[notkinkypatch]

Mmm, maybe you guys shoulda traded in the lipstick and crusty pizza sauce stains [He's quick to air quote here] for the info broker business. That shit never gets stale. Stale bodies and sex toys that belong to politician dicks, maybe, but every day's like a strain of bullshit. [Sort of.]

Heeey, on a babe like you, not tight. Just lived in, twerked out and all that. Or somethin'. I was goin' somewhere with this.

[was_a_hunter]

Who says we didn't have our hands in that too? You really think 'monster hunters' only focus on a few things~? [They really did a little of everything, especially when their cover business wasn't doing as much as it should and money got tight.]

A babe? Well, now I feel special. I think the only time I was really called attractive here, it was more crude than anything.

[notkinkypatch]

Yeah? I fuckin' knew your elbows weren't that squeaky damn clean. Good thing we didn't have to go toe to toe in the business. I'd hate to have to smoke your ass in the info trade~ [It made sense. Jack of all trades and Then Some Shit sort of thing. They had to, really.]

[He snickers] Special snowflake, mama bear. What kinda cybernetic scrotum pole would be a rude ass to Your Babeness? I'll blackmail the five hour energy shit right outta that shit.

[was_a_hunter]

In that case, I wish you'd been here. I was about ready for the earth to eat me when I had to ask my eldest what a MILF was. [She was sure Dean had been in a situation when she asked. The horror on his face had been proof enough of that.] When I heard him unzipping his pants, that had been the line for me.

I was just glad he didn't try to do more than talk to me over the devices. I had a broken wrist and was more than a little light headed from pain pills.

[notkinkypatch]

Ah, so they didn't have MILFs in the dry cleanin' business world. Now we've got kougars on every goddamn street. S'gotta be eye openin'. [Badou holds a solemn expression for about five seconds before dissolving into knee slapping laughter] PFFFFFFFFT! [He wipes a tear from his eye] Gotta let the lil birds outta the nest an spread their legs some time, I guess. Your family bondin' times warm my cockles, mama bear.

[Gripes] Tch, no fuckin' kiddin'. It's a pain to give or get the talk an kick someone's empty head in 'round their ears when you're high off pain killers.

[was_a_hunter]

Not in my time. A lot of the slang that I hear here, it's confusing. [It made her sound a little ignorant at times, but she honestly had no idea of what some of it meant until she asked Dean.]

It is. I was about ready to go stay in Deans room until I was more myself if that was what I had to deal with.

[notkinkypatch]

Mmm, I imagine your fuckin petticoats are all aquiver with confusion an outrage at some of the shit you'll hear. It's eye openin'. [Seriously, it was. And Badou certainly didn't make her lessons and translations any better, huh]

Your guard puppy woulda been more than happy to have ya. Well, I guess it's a good thing you didn't haveta make that dick muncher squeal like a pig, then.

[was_a_hunter]

When I'm from, we had people flirting and being crude...but what I've experienced here is on a whole new level. It's confusing at times, but I try to not let it phase me.

I know he would have, but he was having problems of his own at the time. I didn't want to impose on him any. I felt it best to just deal with it as best I could and hope he didn't come looking for more than comments.

[notkinkypatch]

I feel ya, ever since the age of the internet an the dial up cockteases, kids have gotten real raunchy these days. Little fuckers. Welp, if you just nod and smile you should get by.

[Badou sighs a little.] Impose my ass, that's what kids are for, y'know! 'Least it woulda distracted him for a bit. Crackin' skulls is therapeutic. [He waves his hand dismissively] Nothin' doin' bout it now, though.

[was_a_hunter]

Internet? [And there's another word she doesn't know.] Again, this may sound strange... What's the internet and what does it have to do with children? I'm a little confused.

I know he would have taken me in, no questions...but I also didn't want all the questions of how I broke my wrist.

[notkinkypatch]

[Her inquiry makes him chuckle a little. No, not because of her lack of information, but because he never thought he'd see the day.] They were startin' to do shit with those clunky computers when you're from, right? Well the internet, the world wide fuckin' web, is a thing that connects all the computers of the world together an you can do all sorts of stuff. Research, sell shit on craigslist, talk with people, do work, look at weird ass porn- the possibilities are endless an usually covered in desperation an sweat.

PSH! Here's the thing, next time just tell him what I tell nosy assholes who ask about my eye: I got in a cock fight. Simple as that.

[was_a_hunter]

That's...wow, really? All computers are connected? It's so hard to believe, but after all I've seen, I don't really doubt it. [She didn't know much about computers either, but it had to be neat to have a computer that you could connect with others over.] If we ever get the chance, you'll have to show me.

I couldn't tell him that, not when he only means the best. I didn't want him to go and beat up a kid over me though. Not again.

[notkinkypatch]

Mhm- well as long as you got the cash to throw at the proverbial g-strings of cable companies. They make a hefty buck. [He grins, amused at the possibilities. Since he likes her and all it won't all end with someone (him) in tears after finding questionable sites.] Sure, if you think you're ready for Professor Nails' hard knock lessons~

Tch, you damndably honest to a fault types sure make shit more difficult than it's gotta be. I'll give ya that. Coulda put em both in time out an be done with it.

[was_a_hunter]

Maybe I can even open a bakery to get the money. I like baking and it's not like I have any other marketable skill sets. ...Maybe even hire me a red headed delivery boy to help me out.

I grew up lying to people, Badou. Classmates, teachers, people...everyone. I'd rather not have to lie to my family.

[notkinkypatch]

Can't beat delicious sweet, sweet service with a smile an minus the pit stains of desperation. Now, now, marketin our good looks is just as important for business, y'know. [The grin twists into a smirk as he rubs his chin, contemplating this business venture] Delivery boy, huh? There a non negotiable uniform that'll make my ass half the advertisin' strategy or...

It's more of a white lie without the sandbox fights, but. [He sighs, nods. Lying to family was shit, that much was true, even when you were trying to protect em with said lies.] Alright, I respect your decision an all that shit. Still think puttin' em both over your knee woulda done somethin' but eh.

[was_a_hunter]

I was thinking of doing something like that here anyway, just something to pass the time. I already make breakfast in the mornings, it just feels nice seeing people happy because they like my food. Besides, what makes people happier than desert?

We could work something out, I'm sure. Maybe something skimpy.

[She shrugged.] With Hayato, I was more trying to earn his trust. He hurt me a few times, but it was mostly out of fear.

[notkinkypatch]

Strippers, maybe. But baked goods are way cheaper an instill hope an all that good shit in people. I think they'd go gaga over it real quick.

[Smirkity smirk] Y'sure 'bout that? I thought we were supposed to be a family oriented kinda establishment. Come for the sweets, leave with the teats. You naughty gal.

[An even bigger sigh] Mama bear you are somethin' else. Only you.

[was_a_hunter]

Good, cause I do too. Not about the strippers...somehow, I don't think that's the right field for me.

[She smirks.] I'm sure you could pull it off without it being obscene~. You seem like a very skilled individual after all.

...Only me, what? He was just a kid. I had to try to help him.

[notkinkypatch]

Pfft, I plead the fifth to that one. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. But hey, I'm interested. In the baked good not the strip-...alright, yeah, the strippers too but not in that goddamn context, jeeez.

You've sure got a lotta faith in me an my hot bod~ How will I ever repay ya, boss? Besides cut-rate service.

[Chinhands] Only you would still wanna help a brat that bit the hands that fed 'im. Almost literally. It takes a special kind.

[was_a_hunter]

Good to know. I'm not too interested in the stripping either, never have been...daddy would be rolling over in his grave if I ever even considered it. Mama wouldn't be much better.

I'm sure we could figure something out.

[She frowns for a moment.] Dean felt the same. After he'd scratched my face, Dean beat the hell out of him. It's why I never told him about the time he broke my wrist or hit me across the face.

[notkinkypatch]

Yeaaah, your legs ain't fit for sparkle-y shit like that. They're put to better use, stalkin' round the catwalk. Or stompin' in skulls.

Uh-huh, we'll work out a payment method. [Wink wonk]

[Badou's eyebrows damn near met his hairline] Can't say 'm surprised you didn't tell him but daaaayum mama bear. Still. Kids these days....see, it's amazin' cause anyone else probably woulda beat the shit outta that kid. But you're a damn saint. S'why we're flabbergasted as fuck.

[was_a_hunter]

Aww, you don't think I could work the sparkles? And here I thought I'd look good in anything. [She loved teasing him.]

I couldn't help it, Badou...I saw a kid that just wanted someone but didn't know how to ask. All I wanted to do was let him know that there was someone on this island that cared about him, that wanted the best for him.

[notkinkypatch]

[Badou groans and rocks slightly in his chair] You're killin' me, mama bear. You an I both know you'd could rock shitty spandex an 80's legwarmers an still be smokin'.

[He offers her a half grin and a hand on her shoulder, pat. pat.] Yeah, I know. You're the fuckin' stray whisperer, able to translate that much an still have the guts to take it. Me an him woulda had words an probably fists. [Not to mention dynamite. Which, they had, he just hasn't put two and two together]