strangetrip | [GP] Réveillon & New Year's Eve & Check-In

Emma had said, during Winter's Crest, that she missed a tradition from home called réveillon. She seemed also to miss her cousin, as Lillith missed hers. Since she wished both to learn to cook and to be of comfort to her friend, it had been decided they would make a réveillon dinner for New Year's Eve.

Yet when Emma began to lay out the courses -- oyster soup and potato & leek soup, salad, a gumbo, venison roast, cheeses, and creme brulee, plus several hors d'ouevres not yet decided -- Lillith quailed at the size of the undertaking. Surely she would wish someone to assist who could contribute more than roasted rabbit, wheat or potato flour dumplings, and koláč.

Since Sunny likewise missed her family and would certainly wish a distraction, when she entered the cafe where they were planning, the other two seized upon her almost at once. Sunny could hardly resist their dual entreaty, even had she wished to, and Lillith thought she seemed even more ready for company than previously. Of course Sunny had offerings of her own: jolloff rice, peppered chicken, and fried plantain.

Between they three, the planning and the cooking were very nearly merry, and Lillith kept them liberally supplied with champagne (her personal favorite), too. By late afternoon of the eve of the new year, they had begun lining tables with dishes, and enlisted the help of other friends to make the evening event widely known.

Of course, in addition to the réveillon feast that took over the steakhouse, alcohol flowed freely, lights sparkled brightly, the nightclub had music for dancing. And at some point the Inn or Caroline or Regina hung mistletoe from several of the primary entrances and exits so that unless one wished to or was unaware of the tradition, no one (not even any new arrivals) need greet the new year unkissed.

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She smiled just a little as he tried to correct himself. John tried to do that too. "As long as you boys know what you're doing." She couldn't do anything about it anyways if she tried. She paused, and then shook her head with a bit of a bitter laugh. "I never thought I'd be talking about hunting with my children. Your grandfather used to tell me you can't leave hunting and I guess he was right."

"You can." Dean said softly. "Sam has a few times. I did for a little over a year." He of course didn't mention it was when Sam wasn't around and he'd had to leave when his past caught up with him.

"But we both go back to it, but it's our choice to do that. Besides, it sounds like you can have that here." Dean was thinking he was going to be bored as hell after a couple of weeks... maybe three.

"You're right. Though with a lot of differences to it. This place isn't exactly Lawrence." Mary didn't bring up how Sam was a bit distant with her, having a hard time reconciling her part with Azazel and being a grown man who now was around an otherwise absent mother.

"I'd like to try and make it up to you boys, however I can."

"You don't need to make it up to us." Dean said but then he added just as quickly. "But you know, I wouldn't mind pie or pancakes. Or pie and pancakes." He gave her a quick grin.

Mary laughed a little and then nodded. "Alright. I think I can do that, sure." She appreciated how Dean seemed to make her feel lesson edge. She knew Sam was a different story, but she wouldn't tell Dean that.

"Seriously, mom. Just being here with you, getting another chance to know you, as an adult is all I need." Dean knew that he had it easier than Sam. He had memories, true memories. This Sam only had stories. The Sam he'd just left in Kansas, had gone back in time and met their mom. He had memories, too.

"I'm grateful I can learn about you two as well. I'm sure there's a lot that's happen to you since you played with action figures." She smiled with just the slightly hint of sadness. "But for now, I'll let you settle in. This place is... a lot to take in." Maybe not as much for him as it seemed her boys had done a lot more than most hunters ever do.

"Yeah, the Inn is going to take some getting used to." Dean made a face at the decor and his own room was horrific. He looked around at the bar area at all the beautiful women. "But it does have one thing going for it. Beautiful women."

Mary followed his gaze for a moment and her smile turned a little amused. "So I'm going to guess you're single, then. Back home, I mean."

"Definitely single, and lovin' it." Dean said with a nod. "Sam on the other hand, has relationships when we take breaks." He didn't mention the breaks usually involved Dean being dead or supernaturally missing like with Purgatory.

"If I had to bet, I'd say he's got one here."

"I think you might be right. I've seen him around a few women frequently, but he hasn't really introduced any to me yet." Not like you did when you were steady with someone, anyways. "You might be able to find out more than me. Talking to your mom about that stuff is uncool even as an adult."

"Sam keeps that part of his life close to his vest." Dean acknowledged. He knew only of the last one after the fact. Which was normal for both of them. Learning about the person only after they'd left them.

"But you can get clues watching him." Dean smirked, "he doesn't have a poker face." Or you know, Dean knows him so well it doesn't work with him. Same thing in his mind.

"What about you? Do you have a good poker face?" She knew enough about Dean to know even if he answered it might not be entirely truthful.

"I have a great one." Dean smirked. He didn't mention that he'd had a lifetime of bottling things up and not showing emotions. That would only lead down the path of why and they both knew that answer.

"Well, I hope sometimes you can let your mom in. Even if it's just to make me feel better." She playfully winked to him, then paused. "I'm really glad you're here, Dean." Mary wanted to be incredibly selfish and wish for John too, but she had a feeling that wasn't going to happen.

"Yeah, I think I can squeeze you in, now and then." Dean playfully winked back. "And if I have to be stuck in some weird pink prison, I'm glad you and Sam are here, too."

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[GP] Réveillon & New Year's Eve & Check-In

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