All last night, sat on the levee and moaned

[failedparenting]

Who?: Mr. and Mrs. Winchester
When: Around 2 am on Sunday
Where: The baseball field, then Mary's apartment.
Summary: In which a husband and wife are reunited.
Warnings: Sex, angst, and possibly some violence. Three great tastes that taste great together.

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[refrigeratormom]

[Mary's first thought isn't really, more of an aimless wandering of her mind while puffing on a cigarette by the dugout thing. Greeting is a good job, but by night can get boring as hell. One way of keeping things interesting is spending stretches of it outside, whiling away the time under the unlikelihood that anyone is coming in the next hour, or two, or three. Only a handful a day come, all told- fighting off monsters for kicks alternates well with stretches spent in the bunker, reading.

So when she hears that familiar, distant THUD, she's just vaguely glad to be earning her keep once more. Mary flicks her cigarette down and puts it out with her shoe, and starts towards the new arrival. Of course she draws one of her guns from its leg holster (a new addition to her look, since the Newcomers started arriving thickly) on the way; you can never tell how they'll be when they first show up, and the answer isn't always good

[failedparenting]

[The Colt still has the one bullet left, thank God, but now he's left with the problem of being all but unarmed in whatever the hell this place is at night. He's got a pocketknife in his back pocket, he knows, but it's more of a tool than a weapon. Shit. Damn hospitals, confiscating everything he had on-

The sound of footsteps pulls him from his angry train of thought. It sounds deliberate, like they're announcing their presence.He turns in the direction of the footsteps. It's too damn dark to see, but he can make out what looks like the body of a woman, with blonde hair.

He's really got no choice not but to meet her. He begins moving toward her, the Colt aimed at what he hopes it the general area of her chest.]

Don't move, or I'll shoot.

[It's a particularly flagrant lie, but bluffing is all he's got to defend himself right now.]

[refrigeratormom]

[By the time the last word is out of the man's mouth, she's already in a defensive position with the gun aimed right at him. In the thin, cold light of the one light that always stays on through the Darkness, she can't really see his face, but can sure as hell see a reflection off his- is that a pistol? Looks old.

Awesome. This is going great.]

You don't need to do that. [Voice even, stance cautious even when pointing a gun at the man.] I'm here to help you.

[failedparenting]

[That voice is like a punch in the gut. Whatever it is is either stupid as hell for using her voice to lull him into a false sense of security, or just trying to fuck with him. He's betting on the latter.

With the both of them moving, it's not long until he can make the thing's face. Yeah, just as he suspected.]

Why don't you take off her face, and I'll think about not killing you?