In all his dreams, in all his wanderings, in all his hunting, John Winchester did not expect this. Mary. Mary alive again and as close to in his arms as he could imagine her to be, and looking as bright and beautiful as the day he'd met her. And god dammit didn't that make him feel like some sort of lecherous bastard. He was twenty years her senior and even though she was, absolutely, the woman he loved, he couldn't help the sinking feeling he was taking advantage of her in some way.
And he'd never expected to hunt with her. Never wanted this for her, but now that he was he couldn't imagine how this wasn't a part of their lives. They fit together when they hunted, Mary as lightening quick and deadly as he could have imagined, with expert aim and a quicker draw, and she complimented his weaknesses and filled in the gaping holes of his defense before he even knew he'd had them. He was, for the first time in twenty two years, happy
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Mary smiled crookedly at the mention of sleep. Neither of them had been sleeping well the past few days, constant travel in a truck that was all but limping on its last legs wasn't doing either of them any good. But it was the nature of the job, long distances to be traveled was part and parcel of being a roaming Hunter. Mary got that but it didn't mean she didn't long for a bed and the promise of a long, hot shower.
"Food first, Winchester," She growled tiredly from her side of the cab. "You might be wanting to watch your girlish figure but your sweetheart here is about ready to eat a horse, hooves and all!"
There was something deep within him that liked that, her identifying herself as his. It was probably uncouth of him and certainly not progressive but he liked the idea. Mary belonged to him. It wasn't some cavemanish thing either because he damn well knew Mary could take care of herself--the past two weeks had proven that--and he was as much hers as she was his, but he still liked hearing it.
"Well, we can't have that, can we? Suppose we'll find something hot and resembling something home-cooked too before we check in for the night,"
"Home-cooked," Was all but moaned as she let herself fantasize about country ham and steak fries, meatloaf with garlic bread, candied yams. It wasn't the right season for most of it but she remembered diners use to server the stuff during off months as specialty items. She'd settle for a thick burger and sweet tea though.
She wondered if it was odd that she craved food so much now. It wasn't like she had a girly appetite or anything before, but she'd never really just indulged. Maybe it was a left over effect of that weird time skip or something. Eh, she did enough exercise to keep herself in fighting trim so it's not like it was hurting anything.
"Maybe there'll be an eatery close by wherever we decide to hole up. I'm thinking a nice walk in the morning would be just the thing before a hearty breakfast."
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And he'd never expected to hunt with her. Never wanted this for her, but now that he was he couldn't imagine how this wasn't a part of their lives. They fit together when they hunted, Mary as lightening quick and deadly as he could have imagined, with expert aim and a quicker draw, and she complimented his weaknesses and filled in the gaping holes of his defense before he even knew he'd had them. He was, for the first time in twenty two years, happy ( ... )
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"Food first, Winchester," She growled tiredly from her side of the cab. "You might be wanting to watch your girlish figure but your sweetheart here is about ready to eat a horse, hooves and all!"
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"Well, we can't have that, can we? Suppose we'll find something hot and resembling something home-cooked too before we check in for the night,"
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She wondered if it was odd that she craved food so much now. It wasn't like she had a girly appetite or anything before, but she'd never really just indulged. Maybe it was a left over effect of that weird time skip or something. Eh, she did enough exercise to keep herself in fighting trim so it's not like it was hurting anything.
"Maybe there'll be an eatery close by wherever we decide to hole up. I'm thinking a nice walk in the morning would be just the thing before a hearty breakfast."
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