It seems like he has years of practice when she watches him. Of course, the John she knows is the type to accomplish whatever his mind is set on. She married him for that some reason. Coffee is good but breakfast is much better when caffeine is accompanied with food (bacon). Yes, Dean has a knack for the best breakfasts, but she would do breakfast alone with John more often.
Her cheeks turn pink at the obvious way he's flirting. It isn't so distant of a memory, after all, when she watched John under the hood of the Impala and grew never to mind it at all. Sometimes the sun happened to shine on him the right way and sometimes she would be caught staring.
"Of course fishing and camping. Isn't that what you said you would like to do." At least she manages to stay direct. He isn't making it easy to speak with that look on her, but she has every bit of confidence that he can and will make camping fun for the two of them.
This next idea he has, it fills her with warmth and reminds her of John when dating was their only worry. How can she resist adding an idea of her own? "If by maybe, you mean definitely. Maybe we can see something live together." Maybe she's a little out of touch with where music is at but it's another thing she remembers fondly spending her time with him doing.
He is very driven. Some people might call it an obsession (some people would be right). He is very aware of her love for bacon and that their son inherited that. It's one reason there is a plate full of bacon in the warming oven awaiting the pancakes, which he eases off the skillet and garnishes it with blueberries and whipped cream then gets the bacon from where it waits and sits it beside her before starting another pancake, this one more lopsided than heart shaped (he's not consistent when it comes to making pancake shapes).
He always likes it when he catches her staring at him.
He nods. "It is. I'll gather up a tent and some supplies. We'll make a weekend of it." She's more than a little distracting. It's not always easy to maintain the thread of the conversation the way she looks sitting up there.
John considers that a moment. "We could do that. We'll keep an eye out for some live music or maybe a production of some sort. This place seems to have things like that semi-regularly."
As far as she's concerned it's a trait that makes him the best husband in the world. There is definitely a food gene in the Campbell bloodline. The only thing to skip Mary is the ability to instinctively cook. Dean seems to have gotten it, just like his grandmother had it. The smell of bacon has not hit her nose yet, but pancakes and blueberries with the whipped added up top do, which creates a sense of anticipation in her body language. She loves the heart shaped pancakes either way because the thought means more than his execution.
She catches herself staring at him often. The warm smell of pancakes just make it a temporarily hard to do when he sets the plate in front of her.
She is happy she asked. "You could ask the boys if they have the supplies." It would make matters easier or at the very least decrease some of their potential list. It's taking a little effort on her part not to let one thing go in one ear and out the other with him behind the stove.
She nods. "At the Houndsooth there are a few coming up." John's memory serves him well.
John's ability to cook is more out of necessity than talent, but Dean has definitely gotten the cooking gene. The thought is definitely there. He wants to take care of Mary. He didn't manage it the first time she was alive, but he's trying to make sure he expresses his love and concern for her.
Because they only got seven years together, they're less like an old married couple than one might imagine. He often finds himself staring at her as well.
John nods at that. "Good idea. Dean had mentioned that he and Sam went camping for a few days at least once. I know he's gone on fishing trips alone as well."
"It's a date then," John smiles crookedly at her. "I'll check it out and the next time there's something I think we'd like, we'll go."
It's fine as long as he wants to and it's not that he feels he needs to take care of her. It goes both ways. She wants to have live go back to normal. She wasn't around then, but she's spending time with him now to show him nothing has changed for her.
And three of those seven years was just them. It wouldn't be a far leap to claim that they're basically still in the honeymoon phase.
"I thought I saw some stuff in the garage," she recalls just now. "Like father, like son. It sounds to me you three should also go on a trip." Of course Sam should be included.
Simple as it is, the declaration of it being a date steals another smile from her. Plus, his promise to look into it means she can look into something nice to wear. "I already look forward to it."
Oh, John is very aware that Mary can take care of herself. Even so, taking care of her is something he's wanted since the moment he met her. Her feelings for him are very evident, for which he's grateful. With a girl like her, a guy could get a complex pretty quickly, especially if the guy in question is twenty years older than the girl remembers him. Of course, he rarely feels his age with Mary. One smile from her and he's that try-hard, earnest twenty-something all over again.
It's a good phase if they'd like to just park there.
John chuckles at that. "I'll propose it when I'm asking about the camping stuff for our trip," he tells her with a grin. John wouldn't dream of excluding Sam even if it's likely they'll get into a fight sometime during the trip. He and Sam don't always get along, but he loves him regardless.
He nods, watching her a moment then nods again. "So do I," he says with all that genuine earnestness of his younger years. He fishes the bacon out and lets it drain for a moment as he flips another pancake. The bacon gets placed on the edge of her plate and he starts one for himself. "More coffee?"
For what it is worth, she did appreciate his willingness to take care of their family so she could stay home with the children. She still appreciates all his sweet gestures. He may be twenty years older than she remembers but her feelings for him could never waver for something out of their control such as age. Though it wouldn't be so bad thing if he got a respectable complex as that try-hard, earnest part of John Winchester is dear to her heart.
Seems they're pretty parked there right now.
His listening skills warm the smile she has for him. "Don't let them tell you no," she jokes. She knows it's not very likely that the boys would pass up the opportunity because the're all family. If their family has anything, it's that they all love each other.
She catches his stare and locks hers with his. The trouble isn't that she sees how much he loves her, the trouble with it is that he makes it hard to remember she can do anything else. Her attention snaps back once he presents the bacon, which makes her smile widen. "Extra crispy," she acknowledges the way he made it, knowing full well he remembered how she liked it most and looking pretty tickled by it. There's a kiss reserved for him later when the counter isn't between them and setting isn't so public.
She looks to the coffee cup lingering above her plate and nods. "Always more coffee."
He wouldn't have wanted it any other way. His mother had been a single parent after his father had died. He'd wanted the boys to have their mother with them as much as possible. Maybe he can get in touch with that part of himself without getting a complex.
His listening skills aren't always top-notch. Just ask the boys (Sam in particular). "I'll just tell them 'Mom said you have to go'," he jokes a little. The boys would listen too because 'mom said' is still a novelty to them.
She always has loved her bacon. Oh good. She fully realizes that he's in it for the kissing.
He nods and fills both their cups with coffee. "It looks like we're snowed in for the day. Anything, in particular, you want to do?"
Mary never knew Millie Winchester personally, but in a town as small as Lawrence, she'd seen her shopping with John long before they had eyes for each other. It'd always been clear how close they were. Add how Mary wanted a family of her own, it was easy to understand what John wanted for the boys. She'd be sure to keep him in line if it starts going too much to his head.
Somehow she has faith his listening are better than a few weeks ago. She rests her hand against her chin, all smiles because of his choose of words. "If that is what it takes, you have my permission." The novelty of being their mother isn't lost on her too.
It's a tie between bacon and John Winchester right now. Stayed tuned to find out who will win. But she can't dream of any reason why he wouldn't be deserving of a kiss or more.
She blows on the coffee he poured and has a sip before thinking of what is at their disposal. "Depends if you want cozy or fun." The three things that come to mind: movie, pool, or billiards.
John enjoys watching Mary with the boys. They may not be little kids anymore, but the boys and Mary together are still everything he ever wanted in his life.
Ooooh, that seems like something he can win. Good thing he doesn't know it's a competition and she can have both her bacon and her John Winchester.
He considers the choices he's got, takes a bite of his own bacon, chews then nods thoughtfully. "Hmm. I do need to have more fun in my life," he considers. "However, cozy with you has got lots of appeal," he winks at her.
And John and the boys are everything she wanted in hers. There is not any other time in the world that she would wish for her second chance at life to be.
Of course it's not a fact she would announce that sometimes food has won (ie when she was pregnant both times). However, it's always a good bet that John Winchester will win when she can have both because he doesn't vanish in half an hour.
There's a few more idea that come to mind while Mary slathers butter on the heart shaped pancake. "It sounds like you need fun more," she reckons. Though not for second does his wink or his emphasis for a cozy day in falls on modest ears. Instead she offers her hand to squeeze his. "There's time for that later. I was thinking cozy as in a movie. Or we could have a little fun by shooting pool or going for a little swim."
His brows lift a little at her declaration then squeezes her hand. "I think there's time for both. Besides, I'm not going to turn down seeing you in a swimsuit," he assures her.
He'll finish up the pancakes and bacon then turn his full attention to Mary. "I say we leave this in the oven to keep warm for the kids and get on with some of that fun you promised."
He's on to her little compromise! She threads her fingers between his. "I picked out something recently just for this occasion," she informs him. "I think we can make both work."
Mary will finish around the same time, occasionally turning an eye on John, or stealing a smaller piece of bacon from his plate. "One more bite," she promises. After she allows him to clear the table so they can change and head to the pool. She changes into this little number.
He likes that little compromise. After all, isn't that what successful relationships are about, compromise? "Sweetheart, how do you expect me to focus on breakfast with that promise?" He might accidentally burn some of the bacon. It's her own fault.
He chuckles at the way she loves her food. Dean always did remind John of her in that regard. He gets the table cleared and leaves the dishes rinsed in the sink. He puts the rest of the breakfast in the oven to stay warm and scribbles a note for Dean to find then changes into a pair of plain, navy blue swim trunks and a plain white tee shirt. Her swimsuit is far more interesting. He whistles at her when he sees her and saunters over to her, hands going to her hips.
"I do like how you plan ahead," he tells her in a low rumble. "I do like how you plan ahead," he tells her in a low rumble, eyes roaming over her body before meeting her gaze.
There are plenty more little compromises like that one. But message received, loud and clear. She chuckles and can tell when she shouldn't spoil him anymore today. "Just eat, honey. You need your energy." If he does, he will see her mom skills haven't dulled. A quick kiss to it would make everything better. (She can handle a little burned bacon though. Her favorite kind is extra crispy.)
And she could sit there all day if he kept it coming (his laugh). Of course the food could too. One way or the other, his eye on her makes her melt like the butter on the pancakes. She'll wait for him to clear everything up, take the same chance to watch him while she waits. She could say the same about his swim trunks. They're not exactly boring given that she can see some leg. She leans into him and reaches around his neck, putting a quick kiss to his lips. "You don't look half bad yourself."
Similarly, her eyes work their way up to his. "What would you do if I didn't?" she asks affectionately in a voice as low as his rumble.
As her opinion is the only one that matters, John is glad she doesn't find the swim trunks *too* boring. He leans a bit into her when she pulls the kiss away so quickly. "Yeah? I don't think I've gone swimming in years," he confesses.
He reaches down to take her hand, fingers twining with hers then brings her hand up to his lips. "I would be well and truly lost, Darlin'," he assures her as he walks backwards toward the pool entrance, taking a step down into the shallow (here), warm water.
There is one other thing she loves more than food itself and it's watching him eat.
She'd give him another kiss but his confession pulls her attention to it. "We're gonna change that. Remember Clinton Lake." Of course the last time they went it was with Dean when he was very little but there were more stories than just that one.
Her response is to squeeze his hand when he places a gentle kiss to hers. No matter how many times he's done it before it always bring her lips to smile more at the corners. However, his words are bitter sweet. She can't bring herself to let a deeper thought take this moment away. "Good thing we're safe in doors," she points out the bright of being together, following his lead into the pool.
When he least expects it, she splashes him with a small amount of water then dives head first to lure him into the deep end. She promised him fun, remember.
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Her cheeks turn pink at the obvious way he's flirting. It isn't so distant of a memory, after all, when she watched John under the hood of the Impala and grew never to mind it at all. Sometimes the sun happened to shine on him the right way and sometimes she would be caught staring.
"Of course fishing and camping. Isn't that what you said you would like to do." At least she manages to stay direct. He isn't making it easy to speak with that look on her, but she has every bit of confidence that he can and will make camping fun for the two of them.
This next idea he has, it fills her with warmth and reminds her of John when dating was their only worry. How can she resist adding an idea of her own? "If by maybe, you mean definitely. Maybe we can see something live together." Maybe she's a little out of touch with where music is at but it's another thing she remembers fondly spending her time with him doing.
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He always likes it when he catches her staring at him.
He nods. "It is. I'll gather up a tent and some supplies. We'll make a weekend of it." She's more than a little distracting. It's not always easy to maintain the thread of the conversation the way she looks sitting up there.
John considers that a moment. "We could do that. We'll keep an eye out for some live music or maybe a production of some sort. This place seems to have things like that semi-regularly."
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She catches herself staring at him often. The warm smell of pancakes just make it a temporarily hard to do when he sets the plate in front of her.
She is happy she asked. "You could ask the boys if they have the supplies." It would make matters easier or at the very least decrease some of their potential list. It's taking a little effort on her part not to let one thing go in one ear and out the other with him behind the stove.
She nods. "At the Houndsooth there are a few coming up." John's memory serves him well.
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Because they only got seven years together, they're less like an old married couple than one might imagine. He often finds himself staring at her as well.
John nods at that. "Good idea. Dean had mentioned that he and Sam went camping for a few days at least once. I know he's gone on fishing trips alone as well."
"It's a date then," John smiles crookedly at her. "I'll check it out and the next time there's something I think we'd like, we'll go."
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And three of those seven years was just them. It wouldn't be a far leap to claim that they're basically still in the honeymoon phase.
"I thought I saw some stuff in the garage," she recalls just now. "Like father, like son. It sounds to me you three should also go on a trip." Of course Sam should be included.
Simple as it is, the declaration of it being a date steals another smile from her. Plus, his promise to look into it means she can look into something nice to wear. "I already look forward to it."
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It's a good phase if they'd like to just park there.
John chuckles at that. "I'll propose it when I'm asking about the camping stuff for our trip," he tells her with a grin. John wouldn't dream of excluding Sam even if it's likely they'll get into a fight sometime during the trip. He and Sam don't always get along, but he loves him regardless.
He nods, watching her a moment then nods again. "So do I," he says with all that genuine earnestness of his younger years. He fishes the bacon out and lets it drain for a moment as he flips another pancake. The bacon gets placed on the edge of her plate and he starts one for himself. "More coffee?"
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Seems they're pretty parked there right now.
His listening skills warm the smile she has for him. "Don't let them tell you no," she jokes. She knows it's not very likely that the boys would pass up the opportunity because the're all family. If their family has anything, it's that they all love each other.
She catches his stare and locks hers with his. The trouble isn't that she sees how much he loves her, the trouble with it is that he makes it hard to remember she can do anything else. Her attention snaps back once he presents the bacon, which makes her smile widen. "Extra crispy," she acknowledges the way he made it, knowing full well he remembered how she liked it most and looking pretty tickled by it. There's a kiss reserved for him later when the counter isn't between them and setting isn't so public.
She looks to the coffee cup lingering above her plate and nods. "Always more coffee."
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His listening skills aren't always top-notch. Just ask the boys (Sam in particular). "I'll just tell them 'Mom said you have to go'," he jokes a little. The boys would listen too because 'mom said' is still a novelty to them.
She always has loved her bacon. Oh good. She fully realizes that he's in it for the kissing.
He nods and fills both their cups with coffee. "It looks like we're snowed in for the day. Anything, in particular, you want to do?"
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Somehow she has faith his listening are better than a few weeks ago. She rests her hand against her chin, all smiles because of his choose of words. "If that is what it takes, you have my permission." The novelty of being their mother isn't lost on her too.
It's a tie between bacon and John Winchester right now.
Stayed tuned to find out who will win.But she can't dream of any reason why he wouldn't be deserving of a kiss or more.She blows on the coffee he poured and has a sip before thinking of what is at their disposal. "Depends if you want cozy or fun." The three things that come to mind: movie, pool, or billiards.
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Ooooh, that seems like something he can win. Good thing he doesn't know it's a competition and she can have both her bacon and her John Winchester.
He considers the choices he's got, takes a bite of his own bacon, chews then nods thoughtfully. "Hmm. I do need to have more fun in my life," he considers. "However, cozy with you has got lots of appeal," he winks at her.
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Of course it's not a fact she would announce that sometimes food has won (ie when she was pregnant both times). However, it's always a good bet that John Winchester will win when she can have both because he doesn't vanish in half an hour.
There's a few more idea that come to mind while Mary slathers butter on the heart shaped pancake. "It sounds like you need fun more," she reckons. Though not for second does his wink or his emphasis for a cozy day in falls on modest ears. Instead she offers her hand to squeeze his. "There's time for that later. I was thinking cozy as in a movie. Or we could have a little fun by shooting pool or going for a little swim."
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His brows lift a little at her declaration then squeezes her hand. "I think there's time for both. Besides, I'm not going to turn down seeing you in a swimsuit," he assures her.
He'll finish up the pancakes and bacon then turn his full attention to Mary. "I say we leave this in the oven to keep warm for the kids and get on with some of that fun you promised."
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Mary will finish around the same time, occasionally turning an eye on John, or stealing a smaller piece of bacon from his plate. "One more bite," she promises. After she allows him to clear the table so they can change and head to the pool. She changes into this little number.
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He chuckles at the way she loves her food. Dean always did remind John of her in that regard. He gets the table cleared and leaves the dishes rinsed in the sink. He puts the rest of the breakfast in the oven to stay warm and scribbles a note for Dean to find then changes into a pair of plain, navy blue swim trunks and a plain white tee shirt. Her swimsuit is far more interesting. He whistles at her when he sees her and saunters over to her, hands going to her hips.
"I do like how you plan ahead," he tells her in a low rumble.
"I do like how you plan ahead," he tells her in a low rumble, eyes roaming over her body before meeting her gaze.
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And she could sit there all day if he kept it coming (his laugh). Of course the food could too. One way or the other, his eye on her makes her melt like the butter on the pancakes. She'll wait for him to clear everything up, take the same chance to watch him while she waits. She could say the same about his swim trunks. They're not exactly boring given that she can see some leg. She leans into him and reaches around his neck, putting a quick kiss to his lips. "You don't look half bad yourself."
Similarly, her eyes work their way up to his. "What would you do if I didn't?" she asks affectionately in a voice as low as his rumble.
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As her opinion is the only one that matters, John is glad she doesn't find the swim trunks *too* boring. He leans a bit into her when she pulls the kiss away so quickly. "Yeah? I don't think I've gone swimming in years," he confesses.
He reaches down to take her hand, fingers twining with hers then brings her hand up to his lips. "I would be well and truly lost, Darlin'," he assures her as he walks backwards toward the pool entrance, taking a step down into the shallow (here), warm water.
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She'd give him another kiss but his confession pulls her attention to it. "We're gonna change that. Remember Clinton Lake." Of course the last time they went it was with Dean when he was very little but there were more stories than just that one.
Her response is to squeeze his hand when he places a gentle kiss to hers. No matter how many times he's done it before it always bring her lips to smile more at the corners. However, his words are bitter sweet. She can't bring herself to let a deeper thought take this moment away. "Good thing we're safe in doors," she points out the bright of being together, following his lead into the pool.
When he least expects it, she splashes him with a small amount of water then dives head first to lure him into the deep end. She promised him fun, remember.