Backyard BBQ [Winchesters & Lawrences]

[Emma Lawrence]

Summer BBQ (Em)
Ollie

Without so much as a "Hi, I'm gonna have fun today," Oliver dashed past his momma's feet, thrashing about, rushing out the door into the backyard. He was quickly accompanied by his little sister, who came horsing around behind him and all but tackled him to the ground. "Be careful!" she called, carrying a plate of to-be-barbequed chicken toward the same door with care, taking extra precautions not to drop it.

Cian said he might come down if he felt better, which worried her and satisfied her at the same time. He was still feeling...different, but that was to be expected. She only wished he would recover quickly. She didn't like being so skittish in case of his disapperance or fall of health. Shaking her head, trying to forget it, she put the plate on the side of the grill, one of her favorite cooking mediums. Something about it was more fun than regular stove cooking.

Expecting the Winchesters at any moment, she fixed her shirt before making sure the kids hadn't killed each other. "Oliver! Maura! Hitting is not an art form, do not perfect it in this house. Thank you." If she was so lucky.

The thought of calling up to Cian to see if he was awake or wanted to come down passed just as quickly as it came. If he was asleep--she didn't want to press that.

[Cian Lawrence]

summer

There was something horribly, terribly difficult about getting out of bed. This wasn't one of those depression things because he wanted to get up. He really did. He just couldn't seem to connect his mind and will to his body. He wasn't sure if that was a physical or mental thing. Clearing his throat softly, he said to himself, "You are getting up." Swallowing thickly, he tried to get up.

It didn't happen.

"'Kin Hell," he muttered.

He didn't want this anymore.

Sighing, he ran a hand over his hair and then groaned. He could do that, of course. What if he suddenly lost control over his lungs or something?

And then he did.

He gasped and gasped but oxygen never came in. Twitching and convulsing, he slammed his head back and rolled, toes curling and fingers clenching. He rolled onto his side and then again and landed on the floor. Gasping still, he kicked his legs. And then something clicked because then he realized that his mind was certainly connected to his body because...well, this was happening.

And then he could breathe.

Taking in a slow, smooth inhale, he hissed and thanked God. Propping himself up on his hands and knees, he took a few more careful inhales. And then stood. "There we go. Not so bloody hard, eh?"

Talking to yourself is one of the first signs of insanity.

Quivering a little, he swallowed, shook himself off and headed downstairs. He found Emma standing at the door leading off to the backyard. Offering her a tremulous grin, he fit his hand up through the back of his hair. "Hey, love," he murmured softly, leaning in to kiss her.

[Dean]

Hell yeah
Cherry pie

Logan came running through the hallway. "Whoa, where's the fire?" Logan laughed, stopping only a moment to give his dad an odd look. " Never mind, just slow your jets." He told him, as he carried food they had prepared for the cook-out. "Harm, did I get everything?" He asked, looking through the containers. "Mac and cheese, potato salad..." He was missing the pie, but his arms were full, he'd have to go back and get it.

Logan was already waiting at the car door, arms crossed over his chest as he looked at Dean. "Daddy..." He sounded so... impatient. "I'm comin'" He laughed, as he placed the items onto the floor of the backseat. "When you get in, don't knock that over, okay?" Logan nodded, climbing in and buckling himself up.

Dean jogged back up the stairs, telling himself they really should get a new house Damn stairs.. He sighed, watching as Regan came over, holding her arms out with her kitty in one arm. "Come on, sweetie." he grunted softly, picking her up and placing her in the car-seat. "Baby, grab that cherry pie when you come out!" He yelled back at the house.

~Five minutes Later~
They were driving down the street, radio blaring as usual. He was enjoying his time with his family before... No, don't even think of it. It'll only ruin today. He told himself as he looked over at Harmony, and took her hand into his, giving it a squeeze.

They pulled into the driveway, and Logan was the first one out and running into the mansion screaming for Aunt Emma. Regan then began crying, seeing as her brother had left her behind. Dean sighed as he got out, looking over at his wife from over the top of the car. "Gonna be a long day." He smiled. "Just keep in mind there's hard liquor involved." He grinned, walking over to her side. "You get Ray, I got the food." He told her, kissing her cheek before opening the back door.

[Harmony]

Regan sat on the couch wiggling impatiently as Logan and Dean were already heading out the door. She squirmed making a defeated noise as Harmony finally managed to put her sandals on. "Was it really that hard baby?" She smiled and stood up picking Regan up. Harmony kissed her on the cheek and put her down. "Okay go see daddy since you wanted to get up so bad." She grinned as Regan reached for her kitty that was on the couch.

Handing it to her, Regan made her way towards the door. Harmony grabbed her bag and was setting the alarm on the house, trying to hurry before Regan started down the steps, she heard Dean's voice. "Baby, grab that cherry pie when you come out!" She nodded to herself. She could do that. She walked to the counter grabbing the pie. No later was she out of the door locking it behind her.

She looked down the steps and saw Regan was already in Dean's hands being placed in the car. "Well...she's getting really good at stairs." She mumbled to herself. "That can't be good." She looked at Dean and smiled. This was going to be a good day...no matter what. She was going to try to ignore that fact that Emma was the reason in the past for so many problems in their marriage. She was going to interact with her. Be nice.

Making her way down to the car she took her rightful place in the passenger seat. It felt good to hold hands while he drove. It felt like it should...before he was gone of course. What was she supposed to tell the kids? She shook the thought. That was not something she needed to think about right now.

It didn't take long to get there. As soon as they pulled in all hell broke loose. Logan was running for the mansion, Regan was crying, Dean was sighing. Harmony could only let a smile climbed across her lips. It was her family alright. You can't chose 'em, but should definently wouldn't trade them for anything. She got out of the car and stood looking over the car at Dean as he spoke.

"Gonna be a long day." He smiled. "Just keep in mind there's hard liquor involved."

Harmony nodded. "Yes it will be. And that will definently be a plus." She grinned as he walked over to her. "But atleast I get to be with you baby." She leaned in and kissed him. "You get Ray, I got the food." She nodded and smiled leaning in the car to grab to Ray. "Ray ray stop crying baby I'm getting you as fast as I can then you can go with your brother." She giggled as she finally got Regan out of her carseat.

As soon as she set Regan down she began waddling or well toddler running towards the door. Harmony only laughed as she followed behind the youngin' leaving Dean behind to grab the food. As she made it in the door she saw Regan running straight for something breakable. Harmony's eyes widened as she quickened her step and swooped Ray into her arms. She blew a raspberry on her cheek. Regan giggled trying to pull away.

"I love you baby." She kissed her on the cheek and situated her on her hip. Regan's eyes glowed her cheeks still puffy from crying earlier. "Lub joo too mommy." She smiled. Harmony's face only held happiness as she found herself in the doorway to the backyard. Logan was already stuck to Olivers side. "Logan be careful." She said as the two little boys already looked to be wandering off for some type of mischeif.

Looking up she saw Emma at the grill. "Hey." She spoke trying not to sound hostile, but joyful. "I made some macoroni n' cheese, Potatoe salad, and a cherry pie Dean's bringing it in."

[Emma Lawrence]

The time between correcting the children's abrasive behavior and feeling Cian by her side was almost inconceivable. He was downstairs? "Are you feeling better?" she asked, putting a hand on the small of his back, reaching up to plant a soft, sensual kiss on his lips, breathing him in. The very smell of him was like inhaling fireworks into her bloodstream. He was back. He was home. But he wasn't all right. So he was downstairs, because...?

"I want you to rest," she told him, fingertips against his elbow as she brushed him gently toward the armchair to her left. "Want something to drink? Anything to--your eyes are glassed over. Cian, are you okay?" He looked like he was having some trouble putting his body functions together in a natural rhythm. Sure, he was still recovering from being in Hell and having his soul be strung from his body, but... This was worrisome.

Distracted by the noise bumbling through the house, Emma turned to see the Winchesters come through the door in threads. Logan was first, bursting through the backdoors and going to Oliver to play. Dean was next, followed closely by Harmony, onto whom she immediately latched her Empathy. She was trying very hard to reconcile what they'd done to each other--or, rather, what Emma had done to Harmony--and Emma deeply respected that. She was being really big about this. All of it.

Smiling when the woman came up to her, she looked at the food in her arms. "Wow. Oh my gosh, thank you. You didn't have to do that; thank you so much." She relieved Harmony of her weighted arms, putting the food on the table. Then she saw the girl in her arms and grinned. "Hey, favorite niece! How's my baby girl doin'?" she cooed, touching her cheek and planting a kiss on her nose.

[Cian Lawrence]

Cian nodded affirmatives to her question. "Better," at least relatively speaking. Not better as in entirely restored to his complete being but better than he had been feeling before, yes. He loitered at her kiss, swaying into her space and dropping a hand to the back of her shoulder. When she pulled away, Cian shook his head at her fussing.

"S'okay," he assured her, voice quiet. "Just woke up from a nap; still a little off, I t'ink." Okay, not an entirely outright nap. If, you know, you counted being dead and trapped in hell for over a week as " a nap," and all of his body rejecting his commands and generally malfunctioning as "a little off." But whatever. He would be fine; he just needed time. And Emma didn't need any extra worry within that time.

He leaned into her again, not kissing her, just pressing his forehead to hers and closing his eyes and being next to her and breathing. Exhaling shortly, he pressed a shallow kiss to her lips before moving to the fridge for a beer. What he wanted was a nice sharp shot of Hennessey but that would certainly tip Emma off as to something being wrong. Releasing the cap of the bottle with a slight burst of telekinesis, he caught it with his free hand and took a long swallow. Letting the very beginnings of a pleasant, fuzzy buzz settle in and over his body, he registered the distant shout of Logan and Oliver reuniting.

Grinning, he turned just in time to see Dean and Harmony enter, with food and Regan in tow. While Harmony and Emma exchange (awkward) words, Cian tipped something of a grin to Dean. "Heya Dean-o," he greeted, retrieving a second beer from the fridge for his friend.