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Who: Mary Winchester, John Winchester, Adam Milligan, Castiel, and Bobby Singer.
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: Mary and John's apartment
Summary: THANKSGIVING, oh god so many awkward.
Warnings: ...Winchesters.
( Come on in if you like but just don't tell my family, they'd never forgive me, they say that I'm crazy but they would say anything just to shut me up. )
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: Mary and John's apartment
Summary: THANKSGIVING, oh god so many awkward.
Warnings: ...Winchesters.
( Come on in if you like but just don't tell my family, they'd never forgive me, they say that I'm crazy but they would say anything just to shut me up. )
Or rather, which elephant in the room. There were too many unanswered and uncomfortable situations during the dinner and during the duration of his time there that was starting to get on his nerves. First of all, why was there an angel at the table. Second of all---It was probably best not to run by each question that Adam had in his head at the moment. He'd noticed that Mary had spent much of the night drinking, probably as a method of trying to avoid the proverbial herd of elephants present with their stamping and their trumpeting all night long.
For now, though. Adam would just ask a question, after agreeing to dessert. It was a holiday. He wasn't going to pass up free food.]
Sure, um. Where'd Sam and Dean go?
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It was a little relief when it was over, though now he doesn't know what he's supposed to do at all. He glanced almost longingly after Sam and and Dean as they left; if it had been at home, he would've just followed them without asking, but things are different here. Now he's left alone with John Winchester, a Bobby who barely knows who he is, Mary who at least isn't that difficult to deal with, ann Adam Milligan. Of all people.
So he's silent, in the corner, just watching everyone and glancing up at Mary when she mentions dessert, then at Adam when he comments, but doesn't speak.]
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But what were you gonna do.
He hadn't gone out of his way to start up conversations since everyone started showing up for the meal, but Bobby wasn't much of one for keeping his mouth shut all the time, either. He made his conversation here and there and handed out his opinion on things however he felt like doing it. Well, most of the time. Mary was pretty fast becoming someone he had a healthy dose of respect for, and as a guest in the home of someone he respected, Bobby figured it was a good idea in general to try not to fly off the handle about anything. Bullet holes were a bitch to patch over. He liked to think he could cut the eldest Winchester man a break this once for being a dead man walking. Not to mention there was a lot of entertainment in Castiel glaring the hell out of John. That was worth a good two points in his book of All Right, because it was just funny. Sometimes it was kinda nice not to be the only one in his boat.
Damn if Sam and Dean weren't the only actual common tie everybody here had, though. Bobby saw them off with an eyeroll and a short wave but opted out of telling them they were acting like sissies. Just this once. Dead daddy, dead mom, apparently a brother, an angel and him all at one table?
It was amazing they'd lasted that long. He has a polite nod for Mary's question, bless her for trying, and an honest answer for Adam's. ]
Probably the nearest place where they can get cheap liquor. [ And a shrug because he can guess, but hey, maybe he's wrong. Not like he's a mind reader. ]
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This is nowhere close to how he would have wanted to bring his entire family together for the first time. For one, they'd be alone, no Bobby, no goddamn creepy judgmental angels. Just the five of them privately working through the awkwardness, because dammit, it's no one's business but their own. But when Mary came to him with the idea of a ~real Thanksgiving~, how could he say no? She seemed so excited about it. Who knew, maybe it wouldn't be so bad?
Ha.
And, of course, he hasn't even been able to cope the way he's used to. He already drank the last of the Jack, and the strongest thing Mary has now is some girly liqueurs he'd never touch with a ten foot pole. So instead, he had to follow his wife's example and race her to the bottom of the wine bottle.
When Sam and Dean leave, he watches them go with possibly a hint of jealousy. Of course, Mary'd never let him go, so he settles on muttering under his breath.]
They've got the right idea.
[He clears his throat and sets down his now-empty wine glass. He turns to Mary, looking a bit desperate.]
Here, babe, I'll get it for you.
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Clearly, Mary underestimated John's unpopularity. Lesson learned, apparently. She can't help a pang of sympathy at the look on his face, and nods a little.]
That'd be great. Oh and hon- there's a bottle of vodka in the freezer behind the sherbet. Could you bring it out?
[She makes a little thank-you face and, that done, promptly turns on the TV. There should be something on, at least. Maybe stupid alternate Canadian TV can sufficiently distract them to make the whole thing less painful. When John's back is turned, she glances over at the others, giving those looking her way a long-suffering look of apology. She's still kicking herself for thinking such a Pollyanna idea could ever hold water.]
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[And then Adam speaks up.]
Alright, fine. Elephant in the room. Everyone seems pissed. Just saying it, getting it out in the open.
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Maybe his wings would spontaneously return in the middle of this and he could just escape. Maybe he could manage to do so by simply walking out the door. It's likely no one would stop him.
But at the same time as feeling like he doesn't belong and should leave, he's curious, about these individuals as well as their relationships. They would have a direct impact on Sam and Dean, after all, and so eventually he decides to stay put, silently watching how everyone will react to Adam's statement.]
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Damn, he should have just not come by. Winchesters on a family holiday were bound to be awkward with just Mary and the boys, let alone the fine-tuned disaster that piled up with each extra attendee.
When Adam speaks, he raises his eyebrows and gives him a very straightforward look. Because quite frankly, that was amusing as hell and incredibly accurate. ]
Everyone is pissed, kid. Comes with the territory. [ Secret hint, the possible exception to that statement isn't anyone male. ]
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He makes a beeline for the freezer and the vodka hidden within. He pushes the sherbet and frozen vegetables out of the way, perhaps a bit too forcefully, and pulls the bottle out. Oh yes, this will make everything better. Or more entertaining. Either way.
He brings the bottle out first (but not before he takes a covert drink), because clearly they need the alcohol more than pie. Then he brings out both pies, and sets them next to Mary.]
Anything else?
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Bobby's right. Everyone here has some kind of issues or baggage about something.
[Picking her words oh so carefully. She glances at John.] No, it's fine- thanks. [She looks back at Adam- glancing to Bobby (and a glance at Cas, who might as well be munching popcorn for all his voyeurism.]
I'm not an exception. But sometimes I'm just grateful I can even be here, you know? I mean- the fact that I can even have a day this weird means I'm jumping way ahead of my curtain call.
[She'll juuuust be grabbing that bottle from you, John, nbd. Momma needs her medicine.]
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