badfic_manor | Mary Winchester | 29

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.

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.

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.

[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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

[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]

Still nice to hear. I've been 'mom' for so long, it's nice to know people think I could still be an attractive woman.

[She sets her hand on his and chuckles softly.] I just try to do what's right, that's all. So many kids are brought here and ripped from their families, someone has to try to take care of them.

Don't sell you an those tight mom jeans short! Didn't I tell ya that before? 'Smokin'. Remember that one for the yearbooks.

Mm, someone. Some poor son of a bitch with a comb over. Didn't haveta be you settlin' the sharin' an the time outs. Take it or leave it, maternal instinct or not, 'm gonna keep tellin' you till I'm blue in the goddamn face. C'mon, I need all the circulation I can get up here. [He idly waves at his head and snorts]

I know, it's just nice to hear once in a while.

Mm..I guess it's all a matter of opinion. I'd been a bit of a wild child myself, I can't help but feel bad for kids, even when they act out.

Mmm, gotta be better'n gettin' the occasional lazy creep eye or wolf whistles. [Considers] Well, I dunno, wolf whistles are pretty damn nice.

[Ohohoho, he instantly perks up] You, a wild child? No way, c'mon, try to tell me the worst you did was tell your pops no an put bleach in his underwear or somethin'. Feelin' bad for lil shits who mix signals is beyond me.

Pretty sure if you asked him, it would be a tossup from going on a solo hunt to dating the man who's now my husband.

He was pissed about both, though it didn't help that I got hurt on the hunt.

Ouch. [He winces] Papa was damn strict about what or who his baby girl did, huh?

Lemme guess, you wanted to prove you were a goddamn adult an could take care of your own shit. Most twenty something's stop at but daddy I love him!!. [He offers her a teasing grin, proud of past Mary, despite not knowing the firecracker] You raise the bar, babe. Good for you. Though I bet goin' home to those strong mechanic hands definitely eased your sufferin'.

You could say that. He was more than overprotective where I was concerned.

I was tired f having to have a partner and thought that if I could handle a hunt on my own, he'd give me more. I didn't think it'd set me back though.

Yes well, after he got killed, there wasn't much he could say about it.

Papa dragon types gotta be. Especially with an apparent goddamn firecracker of a daughter. Probably had to double bolt your bedroom window an all that good shit.

Mmm, well, when you're still a sidekick an you think up badass plans like that you never do till you're stuck in a dumpster waitin' for backup.

[His gaze flickers to her uncomfortably, his eye softening.] Ah...sorry bout your loss.

Thankfully, he didn't think that far ahead. I snuck out my bedroom window more nights than I can count just so we could go do something.

Or tied to a chair with a knife in your face...but yeah. Either way. [Wasn't her best night, but daddy looked like a damn knight in shining armor when he busted in. A pissed one, but still.]

It was a long time ago, but thank you.

Mary Winchester | 29 | [Video]

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I fractured my hand so tags will be shortish

I'm so sorry! I hope you have a speedy recovery

Thank you~

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