dudeimbatman | 71st Hunt [Action]

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71st Hunt [Action]

[Dean is underneath the Impala, legs sticking out, the sound of him sweet talking the car coming in quiet mutterings. He's changing out the fuel filter today and having a bit of trouble with it sticking. After a few minutes it comes free and it puts the new one in. Once that's done, he finishes up and slides out from beneath the car looking for someone to kiss.]

[ooc: Victory kisses curse! Tag your muse in and I'll tag back with Deano completing some mundane sort of task and then kissing your muse. If you've got ideas/suggestions/etc, add 'em into your tag.]

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[Guess who just choose that moment to show up? That right, it's mom. And she has a tray with two glasses and a large jug of ice cold lemonade.]

Everything alright?

[Dean grabs a rag and wipes his hands on it before approaching his Mom. He grabs her by the shoulders, pulls her in dramatically and then is stopped cold by the tray the lemonade tray is on. The edge of it digs into his chest as he's got his head tilted, lips pursed for a kiss. His eyes go wide as he realizes what he almost did.

Yeah Mom's a babe but she's still MOM. He jumps back with a squeal worthy of a thirteen year old girl.]

Holy mother of God! Jesus Christ Superstar!

[He scrubs his hands over his face and head attempting to scrub his brains.]

[Throughout the whole thing Mary is just stunned. While she wouldn't object to a kiss from her son that's not the kind she'd want. One on the cheek sure but no...

An eyebrow raises at his words but she doesn't chide him.]

Is this a curse?

[It'd be the first one she saw in action.]

[This is serious stuff. Creative curses are necessary.]

Yeah. Definitely a curse 'cause you're a babe but you're still my Mom.

[She is trying so hard not to laugh at that and take this all serious-like. Instead she balances the tray with one hand and points to her cheek.]

If it helps I always loved kisses from you planted right here. [Okay, there was a bit of amusement in that sentence.]

[It's embarrassing okay! He does lean in and kiss her on the cheek though.] Lemonade for me?

[Hey, as long as there wasn't tongue than Mary would have been alright. They are family after all.]

It sure is. You've been out here for a while so I thought you could use a drink.

[Having his Mom here is pretty much as awesome as he thought it would be.]

I needed to change the oil and the fuel filter, fiddle with a couple of other things but I think she's running smooth now. [He hesitates and then nods toward the Impala.]

Come sit down. There's a couple of things I want to show you about her.

[She didn't get to be there for their childhood and she never will but he can give her the little bits of childhood they do still have.]

[She seems to think something over for a minute.]

If I didn't know any better I'd think this was just some normal city with the way ordinary things go on.

[With his next words she puts down the tray and moves over to the Impala.]

I'm pretty bad with mechanics, your father won't even let me near the car with tools. [Though Mary doesn't think that's what he's going to show her.]

Some days it is just some normal city.

[He shakes his head, opens the passenger door and points to the panel in the back that he and Sam carved their names into.]

I was pretty sure when we did that, Dad was gonna have a fit and I didn't care but he took a look at it, almost smiled and then got us all in the car. I was 'bout eight. Maybe.

[Mary's so caught up in the memory as he tells it to her that the conversation about the city slips her mind completely. Fingers trail gently over the letters as if she can just picture them doing it. It's not a memory she has but she hopes to one day if the wistful smile on her face means anything.]

I almost want to scold you for playing around with the car.

[He just chuckles at that.] But not the knife? [He jokes with her and then points to the ashtray in the back passenger door. The 'lid' to it was broken off years ago.]

Sammy was six when he shoved that army man in there. He used to spread 'em all out over the backseat and floorboard so they could go to war. He had...at least three dozen of the damn things but he cried when he couldn't get that one out.

[And when Dean rebuilt the Impala, he made damn sure that army man got stuck back in the ash tray.]

[She swats his arm lightly.] I was going to remain in the dark about what sort of sharp pointy object you got your hands on.

[Yet another memory she doesn't have.] And it's still stuck there?

Yup. Dad probably could have got it out with a knife but he just left it.

[And he moves aside so she can slide in the backseat if she wants and see for herself. He's going to go start the car and turn on the AC so she can hear the rattling lego in the vent.]

And Sammy didn't cry every time he saw it stuck in there?

[Slide in she does. There's a definite smile on her face but she looks up at the rattling sound.]

Alright, what did you do to cause that?

Nah. Dad told him that was the solider's post and he had to stay at his post. That's what good soldiers do.

[He looks up at her in the rearview mirror and grins.]

Stuck a lego in there when I was three.

[She laughs at that.] He would say that.

Just one? Sounds like you put more than one in there.

[Dean smirks a little and shrugs.]

Maybe a couple. [Or four]

Back there on the driver's side, there's a stain. Grape juice. Sam was...six or so. Lady next door gave him the purple kind that he wasn't supposed to take in the car but he did and he spilled it.

[There's also a blood stain, a big one but he's not telling Mary where that one came from.]

[Of course Mary has to look at the stain.] Did it stain his clothes too?

And his hands. Dad had him scrub them until they were red. [He won't tell her that he took Sam's swats for him.]

[She laughs.] How long were they red?

Coupla hours at least. He didn't ever take purple grape juice in the Impala again though.

I bet he didn't. Though I bet you boys eat in here all the time now.

[Dean chuckles a little and nods.]

Sammy bi-gripes when I get extra onions.

That does not sound healthy at all.

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And now for some headcanon on the Impala

headcanon is always awesome. XD

Oh good 'cause I have so much for them

I love headcanon. It helps fill in so much of their lives.

Yeah it does and there's a lot of their childhood that's canon but not enough

Hey, twenty+years is a lot of time to cover.

Yeah it is and I love that they try

It's so adorable. I love watching those scenes. /hopes there's more in S7