http://random_others.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] random-others.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] randomplaces2006-12-03 11:13 pm
  • Add Memory
  • Share This Entry
  • Current Mood: amused
  • Current Location: a park
Entry tags:

Hunter-'verse. A park in Helena, Montana. Down time

Mary ducked as the ball whizzed past her ear, then went after it and returned the favor by trying to take her Uncle Sam's head off with it. It was returned with similar velocity, though kinder aim, whereupon she fired it in her other uncle's direction, hoping to catch him off guard since they'd been ignoring him for a few minutes.
Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[identity profile] random-others.livejournal.com 2006-12-03 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
The ball whizzing toward her is the reward for her laughter and she snags it and wings it back, laughing again as her uncle has to go long to get it. Then she yelps and starts running and looking up as he sends it sailing into the blue.

[identity profile] hunterbyblood.livejournal.com 2006-12-03 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't kill each other now." Dean states shaking his head and looking up from his book for a moment.

[identity profile] random-others.livejournal.com 2006-12-03 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Mary, intent on the ball, throws herself down after it, landing on her back. Then she springs up with a gasp and jams her hand into her pocket as a feeling like an electric shock jabs her in the back and there's the sound of an angry buzz. Another shock hits her on the arm and she hurries away from the nest she just landed on, jabbing herself in the thigh with the epi-pen. She can feel the reaction, and she knows she has to remain calm.

[identity profile] hunterbyblood.livejournal.com 2006-12-04 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
"You okay over there Mary?" Or does Dean have to take his gun and shoot the son of a bitch. Hell, he's used his knife and killed the damn bees before.

[identity profile] random-others.livejournal.com 2006-12-04 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
She looks toward his voice, trying to keep her breathing steady as the combination of adrenilin and bee venom makes her heart race. All she can think is that the last time this happened she nearly hadn't made it. But she was just little then and they hadn't known about the allergy yet....

"Ooof." She blinks as she's suddenly on her knees.

[identity profile] hunterbyblood.livejournal.com 2006-12-04 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
He walks over and picks her up taking her over to the car and sitting her down on it for the moment.

"How do you feel?"

[identity profile] random-others.livejournal.com 2006-12-04 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Gross," she says. "But I'm gonna be.... I'll be okay."

She looks pale, and she's shaking, but her eyes are clear. The sting on her arm is swelling something feirce, though.

[identity profile] hunterbyblood.livejournal.com 2006-12-04 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, lets head out to eat then. Enough of wacking Sammy with the ball." Dean states getting his little girl and Sam into the car.

[identity profile] random-others.livejournal.com 2006-12-04 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
"The ball." She sits up and looks for it, then realizes that she still has it in her hand and lets it drop to the floor of the Impala with a tired sigh, missing the perfect opening for a wise crack at her uncle's expense. "Okay."

[identity profile] hunterbyblood.livejournal.com 2006-12-04 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
Dean checks the rearview mirror then looks over at Mary for a moment before revving the Impala's engine up and heading out.

[identity profile] random-others.livejournal.com 2006-12-04 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
She swallows and frowns, then hugs herself and closes her eyes for a moment before reaching back behind the seats. "Gimme Sketchy, Uncle Sam?"

[identity profile] hunterbyblood.livejournal.com 2006-12-04 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
The older Winchester keeps an eye on the two even as Sam hands Sketchy over and then keeps his eyes on the road.
Flat | Top-Level Comments Only