She was a social creature by nature. Yes, she tended to be guarded and such, but she was essentially an extrovert. She needed human interaction. That was part of the hard part of being in the Army- it could be difficult to put down roots anywhere long enough to make friends and get know people well enough to, you know, turn up on their doorstep at random moments. (It didn't help that doing so often also required wearing clothes, which Shane was kind of fundamentally opposed to.) She wouldn't have traded her job for the world -she'd met Adam that way, after all- but there were sometimes when she wished that she and her husband were a bit more, well... normal.
As in, he didn't have to leave her for months at a time. She sighed softly, stirring the brownie batter she was working on. On the plus side, the neighbors were going to love her, because there was no way she could eat all the baked things she was making on her own. She'd take some over to Sav, maybe, and Sav's new man. Shane thought this whole 'Vow' thing sounded mighty fishy, but if it made Savannah happy, well... who was she to judge? Not everyone moved at a glacial pace with their relationships, waiting five years and kind of making their husband chase them to the ends of the earth before they get it through their thick heads that, hey, they belonged together. Mostly people said 'yes' on the first proposal.
Basically, most couples were not Shane and Adam.
Shane raised her eyebrows as Savannah came banging into her house. At this point, they were as close as sisters, so it wasn't... really that big of a deal. Sav was family, after all, and that was actually much less obnoxious than most of her family back in Barataria. Shane liked Savannah, actually. Sav was so much like Adam, with her loyalty and protectiveness, but she was feisty and ornery, like Shane. Where Shane and Adam were kind of total opposites, Sav and Shane were two peas in a pod, although the younger woman had Adam's temper, which Shane tended not to share, as evidenced by Savannah's declaration that Sully Winchester's face needed to meet with her fist. "Thank you,"
she said absently, looking mildly reproachful as Savannah perched herself on Shane's countertop. "Careful you're not sittin' in flour, Sav."
She got out a baking pan and got it good and greased up, so that her brownies wouldn't stick. As she poured the batter, she asked, "What'd he say? Get cold feet, or just stand you up?"
Shane knew that Savannah hadn't been left at the altar, because she
hadn't gotten any sort of wedding invitation, and Adam was deployed. Savannah wouldn't get hitched without Adam and Shane there. No matter what else was going on in their lives, that was one thing that they all three could count on- each other being there. "Good thing Adam isn't here. Else, there might be some truth to that rumor about us having bodies in the backyard."
Shane had to roll her eyes, honestly- what on earth kind of rumor was that? It wasn't even so stupid it was funny- it was just stupid. Wiping her hands on her shorts, Shane hopped upon the counter next to Savannah, popping one of these extremely delicious little, like... pastry things that she'd invented into her mouth. She offered on to Savannah. "It's probably best not to mention it to him til he gets home at least. You wanna talk about it?"