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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.
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[identity profile] random-others.livejournal.com 2006-12-04 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
Mary hugs her doll, resting her chin on its head as she watches the world go past the windows.

Then she glances at the big red welt on her arm and winces. "I should put on a shirt. Where are we going anyway?"

Sure, she still feels cruddy and sick, but she knows it'll pass and it's hard to stay down when the days good and you're with your favorite people.

[identity profile] hunterbyblood.livejournal.com 2006-12-04 08:16 am (UTC)(link)
"You're fine the way you are. And just a quaint little restuarant."

[identity profile] random-others.livejournal.com 2006-12-04 08:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Hear that, Sketchy? Uncle Dean said 'quaint'." She tugs gently on one of the cornrows she's fixed its hair into. "Think that was the dictionary he was reading.... Hey, Uncle Sam, what're ya doing with my bean?" A frown instead of the usual yelling and abuse.

[identity profile] hunterbyblood.livejournal.com 2006-12-04 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
Dean shakes his head and laughs a bit at that.

"Finding them in the seat." Sam states simply.

[identity profile] random-others.livejournal.com 2006-12-04 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ewwww." She turns to look. "You're not stickin' 'em back in the box after that?"

[identity profile] hunterbyblood.livejournal.com 2006-12-05 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Dean gives a slight laugh. "Of course he isn't."

[identity profile] random-others.livejournal.com 2006-12-05 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"How many got spilled?" She tries to turn, but then pauses to lean back in the seat and close her eyes.

[identity profile] hunterbyblood.livejournal.com 2006-12-05 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
Dean shakes his head a bit.

"How ever many you had out before hand."

[identity profile] random-others.livejournal.com 2006-12-05 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Are we nearly there yet?"

[identity profile] random-others.livejournal.com 2006-12-05 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
"It's just, the car moving's making my head spin." She hugged Sketchy close, feeling glad for the seatbelt.

[identity profile] hunterbyblood.livejournal.com 2006-12-05 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
"You'll be fine." He states reaching over and patting her leg.

[identity profile] random-others.livejournal.com 2006-12-05 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
"I know." She concentrates on keeping her breathing regular and gives him a slightly shaky version of her usual cocky smirk.

[identity profile] hunterbyblood.livejournal.com 2006-12-05 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
It takes a little bit but Dean eventually stops the Impala outside a good chinese place.
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