"November Rain and Lightning Crashes" 2
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November Rain and Lightning Crashes
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"Don't get me wrong. I mean, I'm glad he's back, but..."
"It's torture?"
Mary sighed, and nodded. She and Sue were standing opposite each other over a workbench in the garage, talking in half whispers.
Mary was just about to continue the current conversation, when she was suddenly surrounded by a pair of arms. Hands being placed on the worktop either side of her, the scent of leather strong in the air. "You ladies gossiping about me again?"
Sue's eyes narrowed. "Believe it or not, the world doesn't revolve around you." Mary didn't have to see Dean's face to know that he was smirking. The increased annoyance in Sue's eyes told her enough.
Dean glanced over Mary's shoulder. "Shouldn't you be cleaning tools?"
Mary and Sue shared a look, Sue raising an eyebrow. Mary suppressed a grin. She was sure she knew what Sue was thinking - that she would DEFINITELY not mind cleaning Dean's tool for him.
Dean backed away, and gave Mary a smack on her ass. "Well, get to it, girls. You can't just shoot the breeze all day, while me and Sammy do all the work around here."
Mary frowned. "Sam's gonna work here again?"
Dean shrugged. "Sure. What else's he gonna do?"
With that, Dean left the girls alone. Mary looked at Sue. Sue raised her eyebrows once more. "Oops. Bet now you're REALLY not all that happy that he's back." Mary just groaned.
After a few minutes, as the girls busied themselves with cleaning the tools like they were told, Mary spoke again. "Uh...sorry 'bout that, by the way."
"Bout what?"
Mary inclined her head in Dean's direction. "Him...always being so...hands on with me. I really wish he wouldn't. I mean, I know it must be..."
"It's fine." Sue interrupted Mary's ramble. "Really. I mean, it's not like he...KNOWS, or anything, so..." Sue shrugged.
"Yeah, but still - I know it must...get to you."
Sue just shrugged again. "Hey, I've had worse. I've watched him flirt - and more, with every single female that crosses his path." Sue looked at Mary, "With you, I at least know it's not like...THAT. After Sam left, he just needed someone to focus all that...older sibling protectiveness stuff on, y'know?"
Mary nodded. "Yeah. I'm 'little sister' now." Suddenly her face fell. "Shit. I sure hope that's not how 'little brother' feels about me, too." Sue cringed on Mary's behalf.
"Crap." Mary said passionately.
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Mary began spending less time in the workshop, instead choosing to migrate to the office. Sue merely tagged along, keeping Mary company. It wasn't like they had anything else to do BUT shoot the breeze.
Mary's dad manned the reception, dealing with clients and such. For despite practically growing up in the garage, what Mary knew about cars was dangerous. Dean once joked that it was a wonder Mary knew the front end of a car from the back.
In truth, Mary just wanted to avoid being around Sam when he was was working. Which she, unfortunately, couldn't always do.
Dean's head poked in. "Hey, how's about getting me and Sammy a couple of beers, huh?"
Sue eyed him over her shoulder. "What do we look like to you?"
"Like you're gonna get fat asses from just sitting here all day." He looked at Mary. "Please, Mare?"
Mary rolled her eyes and sighed, getting up.
Sue frowned indignantly. "Oh, SURE - fall for the sweet talking."
Mary gave Sue a frank look. "As if you wouldn't."
Mary had to curse her impeccable timing, however, when she entered the workshop moments later. Glancing up, she was met with the sight of Sam, lifting up the hem of his wifebeater, to wipe sweat from his forehead with.
She would've sprawled headlong, spraying beer everywhere, if Sue hadn't been right behind her to steady her when her foot caught.
"Whoah - okay, this REALLY isn't good for your health," Sue muttered to Mary as she helped her upright.
Sam's bright smile when he saw Mary didn't help her health issues any, either.
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"I'm seriously gonna have a heart attack before this week's over," Mary said as she plodded down beside Sue.
Sue raised her eyebrows. "I noticed."
Mary snorted. "Good thing HE doesn't," she said, nodding in Sam's direction.
"Duh - oblivious boy."
"It runs in the family, though." Mary added. They both rolled their eyes at the truth of it.
They shared a long companionable silence. "The problem is," Mary pointed out after a while, "Sammy-boy apparently doesn't know how gorgeous he is..."
"Whereas Dean knows EXACTLY how gorgeous he is..."
"...yeah - and he uses every ounce of it."
"He doesn't realize what it does to me, though." Sue said, thoroughly miffed.
"Duh. Again. But really - I can't believe Sam doesn't know what effect he has. Not just on me - he seems totally oblivious even when every single chick who crosses his path look like they wanna fall at his feet and worship him."
Sue gave Mary a frank look. "And you know the feeling."
Mary's face confirmed it, glancing at Sam as he leaned over the hood of the car him and Dean were working on. "When he looks like THAT...well..." She shrugged.
Sue shook her head, sighing. "We are so whipped."
Mary gave a weary sigh of her own. "Unfortunately."
Another long silence followed, during which they continued watching the boys. "I seriously feel ill when I think of what - or, well...WHO - Sam did during three long years away. I mean, c'mon, he wouldn't have had any lack of very willing volunteers." Sue cringed, and Mary made a puke-face.
"Don't think about it. Or just be glad he did it WAY over there, and not right here in front of your nose."
"Oh, yeah - cause Dean is SO subtle 'bout that, I know."
"Duh," Sue stated eloquently once more.
"Y'know, we can ramble all we want," Mary said, "but the fact remains that neither of them have a clue about how we really feel."
"Yeah. And we're not gonna tell them either."
"So...we might just as well stop complaining, right?"
Sue shrugged, "Guess so."
They both paused for a long time, before looking at each other. "That doesn't mean it doesn't suck big time." Sue summed up what they both thought.
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Despite everything, somehow, Mary and Sam managed to slip back into their friendship again quite easily over the next few weeks. Once the initial shock of his sudden return wore off, Mary came to realize just how much she'd missed just having Sam to talk to - his understanding of her.
Things mostly returned to normal - only as normal as anything could be when both Sam and Dean were still utterly oblivious of how the girls REALLY felt about them.
Though nothing was ever completely normal - or easy - with the Winchesters, as Sue and Mary had made peace with years ago already. When these two extraordinary men had entered their lives.
"You sure it's a good idea to be going out with him, y'know - alone?"
Mary gave Sue a frank look as she was asked this. "It's not like we haven't been spending more time together. It's just a movie, for goodness sake. I'll be...distracted.
"Huh - yeah. Only until the first bimbo around gives Sam the eye. Then everything'll go down the drain, and you'll just come home all depressed again."
Mary shrugged. "Whatever. I'm gonna have to get use to it." She paused. "Meanwhile, what're you gonna be doing?"
Sue put on a very fake casual expression. "Nothing much. Giving a hand cleaning up around the garage a bit."
Mary grinned. "Ah-ha." She frowned, mock-concerned. "Are you sure it's a good idea to be hanging around Dean...alone?"
Sue pulled a face at her.
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November Rain and Lightning Crashes
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"Don't get me wrong. I mean, I'm glad he's back, but..."
"It's torture?"
Mary sighed, and nodded. She and Sue were standing opposite each other over a workbench in the garage, talking in half whispers.
Mary was just about to continue the current conversation, when she was suddenly surrounded by a pair of arms. Hands being placed on the worktop either side of her, the scent of leather strong in the air. "You ladies gossiping about me again?"
Sue's eyes narrowed. "Believe it or not, the world doesn't revolve around you." Mary didn't have to see Dean's face to know that he was smirking. The increased annoyance in Sue's eyes told her enough.
Dean glanced over Mary's shoulder. "Shouldn't you be cleaning tools?"
Mary and Sue shared a look, Sue raising an eyebrow. Mary suppressed a grin. She was sure she knew what Sue was thinking - that she would DEFINITELY not mind cleaning Dean's tool for him.
Dean backed away, and gave Mary a smack on her ass. "Well, get to it, girls. You can't just shoot the breeze all day, while me and Sammy do all the work around here."
Mary frowned. "Sam's gonna work here again?"
Dean shrugged. "Sure. What else's he gonna do?"
With that, Dean left the girls alone. Mary looked at Sue. Sue raised her eyebrows once more. "Oops. Bet now you're REALLY not all that happy that he's back." Mary just groaned.
After a few minutes, as the girls busied themselves with cleaning the tools like they were told, Mary spoke again. "Uh...sorry 'bout that, by the way."
"Bout what?"
Mary inclined her head in Dean's direction. "Him...always being so...hands on with me. I really wish he wouldn't. I mean, I know it must be..."
"It's fine." Sue interrupted Mary's ramble. "Really. I mean, it's not like he...KNOWS, or anything, so..." Sue shrugged.
"Yeah, but still - I know it must...get to you."
Sue just shrugged again. "Hey, I've had worse. I've watched him flirt - and more, with every single female that crosses his path." Sue looked at Mary, "With you, I at least know it's not like...THAT. After Sam left, he just needed someone to focus all that...older sibling protectiveness stuff on, y'know?"
Mary nodded. "Yeah. I'm 'little sister' now." Suddenly her face fell. "Shit. I sure hope that's not how 'little brother' feels about me, too." Sue cringed on Mary's behalf.
"Crap." Mary said passionately.
*
Mary began spending less time in the workshop, instead choosing to migrate to the office. Sue merely tagged along, keeping Mary company. It wasn't like they had anything else to do BUT shoot the breeze.
Mary's dad manned the reception, dealing with clients and such. For despite practically growing up in the garage, what Mary knew about cars was dangerous. Dean once joked that it was a wonder Mary knew the front end of a car from the back.
In truth, Mary just wanted to avoid being around Sam when he was was working. Which she, unfortunately, couldn't always do.
Dean's head poked in. "Hey, how's about getting me and Sammy a couple of beers, huh?"
Sue eyed him over her shoulder. "What do we look like to you?"
"Like you're gonna get fat asses from just sitting here all day." He looked at Mary. "Please, Mare?"
Mary rolled her eyes and sighed, getting up.
Sue frowned indignantly. "Oh, SURE - fall for the sweet talking."
Mary gave Sue a frank look. "As if you wouldn't."
Mary had to curse her impeccable timing, however, when she entered the workshop moments later. Glancing up, she was met with the sight of Sam, lifting up the hem of his wifebeater, to wipe sweat from his forehead with.
She would've sprawled headlong, spraying beer everywhere, if Sue hadn't been right behind her to steady her when her foot caught.
"Whoah - okay, this REALLY isn't good for your health," Sue muttered to Mary as she helped her upright.
Sam's bright smile when he saw Mary didn't help her health issues any, either.
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"I'm seriously gonna have a heart attack before this week's over," Mary said as she plodded down beside Sue.
Sue raised her eyebrows. "I noticed."
Mary snorted. "Good thing HE doesn't," she said, nodding in Sam's direction.
"Duh - oblivious boy."
"It runs in the family, though." Mary added. They both rolled their eyes at the truth of it.
They shared a long companionable silence. "The problem is," Mary pointed out after a while, "Sammy-boy apparently doesn't know how gorgeous he is..."
"Whereas Dean knows EXACTLY how gorgeous he is..."
"...yeah - and he uses every ounce of it."
"He doesn't realize what it does to me, though." Sue said, thoroughly miffed.
"Duh. Again. But really - I can't believe Sam doesn't know what effect he has. Not just on me - he seems totally oblivious even when every single chick who crosses his path look like they wanna fall at his feet and worship him."
Sue gave Mary a frank look. "And you know the feeling."
Mary's face confirmed it, glancing at Sam as he leaned over the hood of the car him and Dean were working on. "When he looks like THAT...well..." She shrugged.
Sue shook her head, sighing. "We are so whipped."
Mary gave a weary sigh of her own. "Unfortunately."
Another long silence followed, during which they continued watching the boys. "I seriously feel ill when I think of what - or, well...WHO - Sam did during three long years away. I mean, c'mon, he wouldn't have had any lack of very willing volunteers." Sue cringed, and Mary made a puke-face.
"Don't think about it. Or just be glad he did it WAY over there, and not right here in front of your nose."
"Oh, yeah - cause Dean is SO subtle 'bout that, I know."
"Duh," Sue stated eloquently once more.
"Y'know, we can ramble all we want," Mary said, "but the fact remains that neither of them have a clue about how we really feel."
"Yeah. And we're not gonna tell them either."
"So...we might just as well stop complaining, right?"
Sue shrugged, "Guess so."
They both paused for a long time, before looking at each other. "That doesn't mean it doesn't suck big time." Sue summed up what they both thought.
* * *
Despite everything, somehow, Mary and Sam managed to slip back into their friendship again quite easily over the next few weeks. Once the initial shock of his sudden return wore off, Mary came to realize just how much she'd missed just having Sam to talk to - his understanding of her.
Things mostly returned to normal - only as normal as anything could be when both Sam and Dean were still utterly oblivious of how the girls REALLY felt about them.
Though nothing was ever completely normal - or easy - with the Winchesters, as Sue and Mary had made peace with years ago already. When these two extraordinary men had entered their lives.
"You sure it's a good idea to be going out with him, y'know - alone?"
Mary gave Sue a frank look as she was asked this. "It's not like we haven't been spending more time together. It's just a movie, for goodness sake. I'll be...distracted.
"Huh - yeah. Only until the first bimbo around gives Sam the eye. Then everything'll go down the drain, and you'll just come home all depressed again."
Mary shrugged. "Whatever. I'm gonna have to get use to it." She paused. "Meanwhile, what're you gonna be doing?"
Sue put on a very fake casual expression. "Nothing much. Giving a hand cleaning up around the garage a bit."
Mary grinned. "Ah-ha." She frowned, mock-concerned. "Are you sure it's a good idea to be hanging around Dean...alone?"
Sue pulled a face at her.
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TBC...