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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2008-04-11 08:44 pm
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John/Mary - Drowned Rat
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Drowned Rat
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Rating: FRT
Characters: John and Mary Winchester
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15pairings Prompt: 15. always a bridesmaid
spn_contest Prompt: Rain
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: John and Mary attend a wedding.
Author's Note: Also, according to Wikipedia, Mary was born the same year as my parents. Huh. Also (again), this is my interpretation on how John and Mary were with each other, based on the relationship of their sons. Plus, they're younger than they were in the Pilot, so they're a bit more -- snarky -- with each other? (I just write as they speak to me, and I've never written John and Mary before like this, so please forgive me if you think the characterization isn't the way you would picture it.)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernatural. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
“That had to be the worst wedding I’ve ever been in,” Mary grumbled as she slid into the passenger’s seat of the Impala, brushing the wet hair out of her face. What had been supposed to be an gorgeous, sunny, early June wedding had turned into a early June wedding with a torrential downpour. While the bride, groom and minister were under the gazebo, and there were tents up over the congregation, the bridal party happened to be out in the open when the rain started, and the bride refused to move the ceremony inside to save the others from being soaked to the skin.
Although, knowing this particular bride, she shouldn’t have been so surprised. If Mary hadn’t been family, she probably would have never been invited to be in the bridal party to begin with. Karen had always been the jealous type, and she probably came up with the most hideous bridesmaid dresses she could in order to keep all eyes on her. With the rest of the bridesmaids looking like drowned rats as oppose to looking rather put together, Mary was glad that they had taken the pictures of the bridesmaids and groomsmen before the wedding as oppose to after.
“It wasn’t that bad,” John sighed as he slid into the seat next to her and started the car.
“Oh, of course—the one who didn’t get rained on thinks it was just fine and dandy,” she said, raising an eyebrow at him. He smirked at her and she rolled her eyes again. “I look like a damn drowned rat.”
“But the cutest drowned rat I’ve ever seen,” he said with a nod, and she laughed.
“I better be, Winchester.” He grinned back at her as he put the car into gear, starting to make his way back towards the reception hall. Mary sighed softly, before leaning back in the seat to study herself in the rearview mirror.
“I can’t believe I have to sit like this for the rest of the wedding.”
“Well, look at it this way,” he said with a sigh. “At least you have an excuse never to wear the dress again.”
She snorted, “Not going to change the fact that I have to sit in a wet dress for the duration of the wedding.”
“We could stop by home and pick up a dress for once all the pictures are done, if you want?” he offered, and she shook her head.
“Karen would throw a fit. And I’m not lookin’ to be the source of one of those fits,” Mary sighed, shaking her head. She sat in silence for a moment, before looking back at him. “You know, this is all your fault.”
“My fault?” he said, glancing back at her for a moment. “And how exactly is that?”
“Can’t be a bridesmaid if you’ve already been a bride, Johnny.”
“Aww, c’mon now, Mary,” John shook his head. “You’re not gonna be a bridesmaid forever.”
“I better not be,” she said, fixing him a look. “A certain former Marine better be makin’ an honest woman out of me at some point in time.”
“I’m getting there,” he said with a nod. “You know things have been tight around the garage lately.”
“And that’s an excuse?” Mary said with a frown, shifting to face him more in the car as it came to a stop in front of the reception hall. “You’re financial situation is preventing you from asking the question that you should have asked me already? Last I checked you still have two good knees.”
Two years, she’d been waiting on John Winchester for a proposal. Two years, and she was starting to get sick of the excuses. If he really wanted to marry her, he would make it work, and she was starting to think that he was just trying to make this last as long as possible before he moved on to someone else. And Mary was not a girl who liked being led on.
“God damnit, Mary—you’d shoot me between the eyes if I didn’t have a ring when I proposed and you know it.”
“I would not.”
“Oh, don’t give me that. If there’s anything I know, it’s you, and if I didn’t have a ring when I got down on one knee, you would make your way right back out the door again.”
He was right. Of course he was right, he knew her better than she knew herself, but what self-respecting girl was going to admit she was that materialistic. She would deny that till the cows came home, and there was nothing he was going to do to make her actually admit that.
“Well, that ring better be coming soon, John, or you might not get the chance to give it to me.”
“Oh, bullshit. You aren’t going anywhere.”
At that particular comment, her jaw dropped, and she looked at him with wide eyes. “You did not just say that.”
“Face it, Mary,” he said, giving her a smug smirk. “You’re stuck with me. You wouldn’t go anywhere, whether I finally proposed or not.”
“You wanna bet?” she said, starting to reach for the handle of the door, and she was about to get out, before John grabbed her wrist and pulled her in for a warm kiss. Despite her better judgment at that particular moment in time, she melted into the kiss, letting him pull her in closer and sliding her arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss. After a moment, he pulled back just enough to speak, and grinned at her slightly.
“You’re not goin’ anywhere, because you know there isn’t another man alive who can kiss you like that.”
She did know that. Doesn’t mean she was going to admit it with a smile on her face.
“I hate you, John Winchester.”
“Mmm-hmm,” he smirked, before pulling away and starting to climb out of the car. “C’mon. You gotta go in there and be the prettiest drowned rat at this wedding.”
She rolled her eyes as she went back to the open door. “If you want to take this hideous monstrosity off me tonight, you better keep those drowned rat comments to a minimum.”
“Yes, ma’am,” John grinned as she took his arm and let him lead the way into the reception.
Title: Drowned Rat
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: John and Mary Winchester
15pairings Prompt: 15. always a bridesmaidspn_contest Prompt: RainContent Warning: N/A
Summary: John and Mary attend a wedding.
Author's Note: Also, according to Wikipedia, Mary was born the same year as my parents. Huh. Also (again), this is my interpretation on how John and Mary were with each other, based on the relationship of their sons. Plus, they're younger than they were in the Pilot, so they're a bit more -- snarky -- with each other? (I just write as they speak to me, and I've never written John and Mary before like this, so please forgive me if you think the characterization isn't the way you would picture it.)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernatural. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
“That had to be the worst wedding I’ve ever been in,” Mary grumbled as she slid into the passenger’s seat of the Impala, brushing the wet hair out of her face. What had been supposed to be an gorgeous, sunny, early June wedding had turned into a early June wedding with a torrential downpour. While the bride, groom and minister were under the gazebo, and there were tents up over the congregation, the bridal party happened to be out in the open when the rain started, and the bride refused to move the ceremony inside to save the others from being soaked to the skin.
Although, knowing this particular bride, she shouldn’t have been so surprised. If Mary hadn’t been family, she probably would have never been invited to be in the bridal party to begin with. Karen had always been the jealous type, and she probably came up with the most hideous bridesmaid dresses she could in order to keep all eyes on her. With the rest of the bridesmaids looking like drowned rats as oppose to looking rather put together, Mary was glad that they had taken the pictures of the bridesmaids and groomsmen before the wedding as oppose to after.
“It wasn’t that bad,” John sighed as he slid into the seat next to her and started the car.
“Oh, of course—the one who didn’t get rained on thinks it was just fine and dandy,” she said, raising an eyebrow at him. He smirked at her and she rolled her eyes again. “I look like a damn drowned rat.”
“But the cutest drowned rat I’ve ever seen,” he said with a nod, and she laughed.
“I better be, Winchester.” He grinned back at her as he put the car into gear, starting to make his way back towards the reception hall. Mary sighed softly, before leaning back in the seat to study herself in the rearview mirror.
“I can’t believe I have to sit like this for the rest of the wedding.”
“Well, look at it this way,” he said with a sigh. “At least you have an excuse never to wear the dress again.”
She snorted, “Not going to change the fact that I have to sit in a wet dress for the duration of the wedding.”
“We could stop by home and pick up a dress for once all the pictures are done, if you want?” he offered, and she shook her head.
“Karen would throw a fit. And I’m not lookin’ to be the source of one of those fits,” Mary sighed, shaking her head. She sat in silence for a moment, before looking back at him. “You know, this is all your fault.”
“My fault?” he said, glancing back at her for a moment. “And how exactly is that?”
“Can’t be a bridesmaid if you’ve already been a bride, Johnny.”
“Aww, c’mon now, Mary,” John shook his head. “You’re not gonna be a bridesmaid forever.”
“I better not be,” she said, fixing him a look. “A certain former Marine better be makin’ an honest woman out of me at some point in time.”
“I’m getting there,” he said with a nod. “You know things have been tight around the garage lately.”
“And that’s an excuse?” Mary said with a frown, shifting to face him more in the car as it came to a stop in front of the reception hall. “You’re financial situation is preventing you from asking the question that you should have asked me already? Last I checked you still have two good knees.”
Two years, she’d been waiting on John Winchester for a proposal. Two years, and she was starting to get sick of the excuses. If he really wanted to marry her, he would make it work, and she was starting to think that he was just trying to make this last as long as possible before he moved on to someone else. And Mary was not a girl who liked being led on.
“God damnit, Mary—you’d shoot me between the eyes if I didn’t have a ring when I proposed and you know it.”
“I would not.”
“Oh, don’t give me that. If there’s anything I know, it’s you, and if I didn’t have a ring when I got down on one knee, you would make your way right back out the door again.”
He was right. Of course he was right, he knew her better than she knew herself, but what self-respecting girl was going to admit she was that materialistic. She would deny that till the cows came home, and there was nothing he was going to do to make her actually admit that.
“Well, that ring better be coming soon, John, or you might not get the chance to give it to me.”
“Oh, bullshit. You aren’t going anywhere.”
At that particular comment, her jaw dropped, and she looked at him with wide eyes. “You did not just say that.”
“Face it, Mary,” he said, giving her a smug smirk. “You’re stuck with me. You wouldn’t go anywhere, whether I finally proposed or not.”
“You wanna bet?” she said, starting to reach for the handle of the door, and she was about to get out, before John grabbed her wrist and pulled her in for a warm kiss. Despite her better judgment at that particular moment in time, she melted into the kiss, letting him pull her in closer and sliding her arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss. After a moment, he pulled back just enough to speak, and grinned at her slightly.
“You’re not goin’ anywhere, because you know there isn’t another man alive who can kiss you like that.”
She did know that. Doesn’t mean she was going to admit it with a smile on her face.
“I hate you, John Winchester.”
“Mmm-hmm,” he smirked, before pulling away and starting to climb out of the car. “C’mon. You gotta go in there and be the prettiest drowned rat at this wedding.”
She rolled her eyes as she went back to the open door. “If you want to take this hideous monstrosity off me tonight, you better keep those drowned rat comments to a minimum.”
“Yes, ma’am,” John grinned as she took his arm and let him lead the way into the reception.
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Their interaction was perfect.
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I'm glad you liked it.
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