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Dean Winchester ([personal profile] dudeimbatman) wrote2019-10-29 08:12 pm

This is Halloween | Itinere

pumpkin lights


Itinere does something every Halloween. It appears like magic on the morning of the 31st then disappears just as magically on November 1st. Sometimes it's more trick than treat, but this year in keeping with Itinere's recent graciousness, Halloween is all treat. The stores are bedecked in black and orange. Skeletons, more cartoonish than terrifying, hang on doors and there are pumpkins aglow with warm light everywhere. Even the foliage has turned red, gold, orange, and brown overnight. The air is just brisk enough to warrant a jacket or a sweater. The town has turned into a Fall Wonderland.

A fall festival has sprung up in the town square complete with rides, games, hot drink stands, and food trucks. Take a hayride or explore the corn maze. Try your hand at a shooting game or ring toss. Even if you lose, every vendor, shop, ride, and stand is handing out candy. You won't leave empty-handed.
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[personal profile] mademeasaint 2019-11-05 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe Itinere has decided to go easier on them this year as a small consolation. One thing for sure is that things are neither peachy for the Winchesters nor are they all that bad. Mary saves time for these outings. (Sam is only a text away from the next lunch or tea date.) Things with John and Sam are the only work in progress. As for Dean's bat suit, it's hard not to see his enjoyment in playing a superhero. Mary can only smile when she sees him really into it first thing in the morning or when he claims the pancakes are bat cakes.

She welcomes him at the table with her hand rested on her cheek, eyes fixed on the costume before his. Bat Mom, he says. She smiles at how silly (and adorable) it sounds from him. "Slime pie, Batman." To show him, she turns the display card to him. Exactly what it is is unknown to her. He's observant to notice how his Halloween spirit how inspired her to change. "Yes. My favorite farmer doll when I was growing up looked like this."
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[personal profile] mademeasaint 2019-11-08 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, the Winchesters never do need anybody to create their drama for them. Way before this, for example, Sam and John have butt heads on things ranging from sleeping in to hair length. At the time, they were able to get past it as the day went on. Now? Not so much. Mary wishes there was some thing she could think of, too. But her feelings are mixed. And Sam and John obviously need more time to clear their heads. If she was gonna think up something to resolve it, it would first have to be when a good opportunity arises. It'd have to be when they were all ready to sit and talk. She knows John can't right now. The chocolate chip eyes on the bat cakes were also a cute touch!

She appreciates how Dean as her first child grew up to have a sense of humor reflecting the same goofy kid that was always excited about food. It's one of the first things that put her at ease about him. She chuckles at Dean's caution because it is not what she expect he will find. "We should ask if they will us bring half of each." After all, it's the two of them. She's ready to eat her fair share too. There's a little more to the story that comes with thinking about her doll again. Dean doesn't remember so she tells him, "I gave you that doll when you were a baby. Your Grandmother made it." She grins back with the idea of Sam having one; the context is very sweet.
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[personal profile] mademeasaint 2019-11-15 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
What Mary doesn't know can't hurt her. Besides she's seen how John and Sam get on and how Dean and Sam get along on good days and that's what stands out. She doesn't expect them to always get along either. Dean is more than good at getting Sam to eat something beside greens; Mary wouldn't be able to think of a time she saw Sam eat unhealthy if not for the fact that she pays attention to their bond. The boys grew up close just like she had hoped.

They have that common. Some days, all she has to cope with the whiplash of timeis the faces of her family and their stories. Today is one of the better ones. She could give him a run for his money in round one of an eating contest, but no one eats close to as much Dean does unless they're pregnant. (P.S. She ate way too much when pregnant with Dean). She doesn't fault him for not remembering; he was four at the time. "It's okay that you don't remember." She hopes that eases his mind despite the obvious way he wants to remember it. She'd be open to any questions he had about what was real.
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[personal profile] mademeasaint 2019-11-24 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
Mary loves the Winchester men so she will be relived when the fight ends between John and Sam. For now it's the little things. There is something to be said about what she's seen of Dean and Carmen as well, but it's too early to say anything.

How much they're alike sometimes is almost uncanny and there is nothing she wouldn't do to give Dean some piece of mind as well. Moving from one memory to another works for her. Did they order the pie already? It arrives when Dean looks thoughtful yet uncertain of his memory. Mary remembers it like yesterday and smiles to confirm he remembers it fine. "Always... Okay well, some of the time. You liked to dance so we weren't waiting for dinner to finish cooking." She may be biased but Dean was the sweetest kid she knew.
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[personal profile] mademeasaint 2019-12-24 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
As far as she knows Mary has not heard anything stranger than Carmen's story and life in an alternate world. Though it's neither here nor there. Dean's her first born and the shot he is giving Carmen hasn't escaped her notice. She will have some wisdom to share with Dean when/if he talks to her about dating.

One of the things she is grateful for is the relationship they're building. Perfect timing. She chuckles simply because one one hand neither does she like waiting for food and also he didn't get cooking from her. She can see why Dean does better with something to do. "You never could sit still," she provides. "Usually, you would need juice or a cheese stick to stay at the table." She recalls a time or two when he would get it for himself.
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[personal profile] mademeasaint 2020-01-05 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
She stifles a laugh. Picturing Dean with chubby cheeks is simple (he had them when he was four), but a belly is a little harder. "I'm not sure if that comes from your father's side or mine." Or it could come from both sides.

It does not escape her attention that everything but Dean is in that story. "And your face when you were little was different?"
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[personal profile] mademeasaint 2020-01-06 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
Her lip twitches up in a cracked smile. Oh, Dean. She has thought that before in an appreciative way. It's not a thought to share with her son though. "Okay, valid point. Maybe Sam inherited it from someone else in the family."

He shouldn't leave those parts out because Mary is as interested in them as she is with Sam. She can see she has to ask specific questions with Dean and that's fine. "Are there pictures to of you two to compare?" She seen the ones in the library, but now that they're talking about this, she wants another look. "It's possible he gets that from me. Though, I don't hide it." She smiles at the end.
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[personal profile] mademeasaint 2020-01-10 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
She won't. He's safe. She shrugs, but appears thoughtful enough to answer. "You're grandparents, maybe." She pauses. They were gone before Dean was born. The heart attacks the police and doctors concluded it was never sat well with Mary. "We have family kicking around out there, too. I have an older brother and cousins on my father's side." She shakes her head because neither Bobby or Ellen ring any bells. "I wish I could know them." Bobby especially, from the sounds of it. To say thank you for helping her boys grow up to be safe and to have more family. Dean barely remembered not to talk with his mouth full at four, think she can give him a pass. Her smile grows with healthy amusement when Dean calls Sam a freak because she can see the brotherly love in that goofy grin. "Be nice," she teases.

He hasn't, actually. If he wants to hit some highlights, she would be impressed with the killing Hitler story. For now, anything she will ask Dean will come as she thinks of them. But there is too much she wants to ask, and too little certainty of the things he did growing up to know where to start. It's a small reprieve to the guessing game when Dean mentions the pictures in the firebox. "I would like that." She can only guess what he has in there. She does hope there is something that would answer her questions and give her something to ask about. Like how long it seems Dean has known Castiel for. "Well...it's not the worst thing for him. Just means a few more vegetables for dinner and more burgers for us, you know?" She smiles and takes a fry from her plate to chomp. There's something to cherish about one son having the same eating habits as herself and the other choosing to eat well despite what she passed on.
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[personal profile] mademeasaint 2020-01-12 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
She'd understand that her family is rough around the edges to outsiders at most. But his call on there is good. Keep the conversation light. She pauses briefly before even the first thing comes to mind. "What? he can do that. What was it like meeting them? I don't remember meeting you." Can't say time travel is light but it surprises her a little less after hearing Carmen's background. Can say she grows more curious as the seconds go on. She nods, heart wishing her parents could show up. "Maybe. I would love to see them again." But with a grin like that from Dean, she can't be completely sad that they're not.

She has family right in front of her. "Okay. We'll call it nice." She can't and won't argue with that grin. It's a little like looking at a mirror image of John's.

The time that has already passed has helped her adjust. A piece of her is grateful they got time too. "Tofu bacon? How does that happen?" Her nose wrinkles because she's never heard of that one before.
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[personal profile] mademeasaint 2020-05-27 03:36 am (UTC)(link)

There is a little more to share about her parents some other time though. "So what can't he do?," she asks then nods because it's very surreal. "Naming you two after them was the easiest decision I made." She can't ever really put into words how important her parents were to her as they were in her life for so long. But it made sense to her to give a piece of that love to each one of her sons.

It's the mention of Dean being at dinner that doesn't connect to any memory she has and she visibly looks to him puzzled. However, the story Impala is easier to connect because she remembers the day John drove the Impala home well. He had said something like that. "That was you?" She shouldn't be surprised really. Her smile grows because the word incredible has always been Dean's way of giving a compliment.

"You used to say that to me all the time," she tells him. The memory of four year old Dean using it on people or new experiences comes back to her like it was yesterday.

She softly chuckles. "I'll take your word for it." Of course she will pass. She loves when she can sit down with Sam but tea is more than satisfactory.

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[personal profile] mademeasaint 2020-06-20 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)

Rainman, Dean? The small reference very clearly goes over Mary's head as evidenced by her brow arching; the gist behind it not so much to stop her chuckle. "Explain that one to me." She rests her chin into her palm.

She remembers how she said to John that a van would be the safest option. "I'm glad that you didn't let that happen," she admits. Today, she knows a van would have been a mistake.

"No" she shakes her head to agree. The only difference Mary sees sometimes is that Dean is able to use more words to express himself, but his actions still remain his primary form of expression.

"A protein shake?" The suggestion itself isn't shocking, but the conspiratorial tone makes it sound as if they've become partners in crime. Mary is on board. "You know you can't make your dad do anything he doesn't want to, but tell me your idea."