Series Title: 31 Nights of Frights, Chapter Three
Part Title: Do You Wish You Were Here?
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Joss owns the Buffyverse stuff, Kripke owns SPN
Series Summary: Thirty-one experiments in insanity with a Halloween month theme, er, take three.
Part Summary: Two mothers converse.
Words: 372
A/N: Similarish to a plot Im working on for a 23 for 23 story (and yes, I do plan to finish those before my 24th birthday in less than 9 weeks) Spoilers for 4x03: In the Beginning of SPN.
31 Nights of Frights, Chapter Three
11. Do You Wish You Were Here?
She didn't deserve this place of peace. Not after all that she'd done. But she didn't get much of a say in that matter. She stood arm in arm with the older woman as she watched their children and their friends.
"One out of four parents attended and he wasn't even there for more than a half an hour, it's a damn shame," Ellen Harvelle huffed at the nodding Bobby Singer, who was taking a shot at the hotel bar. She had to agree with the two hunters.
"Stupid idgit that he is, had to pry his damn cell phone out of his hands during the ceremony," Bobby grunted.
"He's been outta practice as a pops for damn near ten years, Big B, cut him some slack," Faith grinned playfully at him, sneaking the shot away from him.
"Girl, you best get me a new drink," Bobby grunted, staring her down.
"Aww, Bobby, you know just how to woo a girl."
"Didn't know you knew the meaning of the word woo," Jo Harvelle muttered, joining her mother.
"Ellen, get your bitch-child spawn in control, please?" Faith snapped, popping her knuckles. "Jealousy really looks like shit on you, Jo-baby."
"Care to run that by me again, trailer trash?"
"Bitch, I'm white trash if I'm anything, but I sure as hell ain't trailer trash," Faith pushed herself up off the stool.
Ellen quickly pulled Jo out of harms way while Bobby blocked Faith's path. He was murmuring in low voice, calming her down before she did something she really regretted. Above the scene She and her companion watched amusedly.
"Remind me again why I'm sad that I'm missing Dean and Dawn's wedding?" Mary Winchester's spirit asked quietly.
"Because you would be in there in a heart beat, breaking up Faith and Jo's catfight in a heartbeat if you could. Its your boy's day, and you'd be damned if you let the mother of your first grandchild get in a pissing contest with your old hunting buddy's daughter," Joyce Summers spirit sighed. Her gaze flicked over to her ex-husband who was arguing quietly with her oldest daughter Buffy. "Just like I'd be kicking Hank's ass for that phone of his going off during the vows."