[MWR] Ugly Betty quote
Jun. 9th, 2009 12:27 pm[Set in
greypicketfence. This Dean isn't a member of MWR, but this is the Dean for Fences so I'm crossposting for easy finding. Sammy is about 5 here, Lisa =
hisgumbygirl, Ben =
mini_dean, Alec =
smart_alec494.]
“Someone’s got their Bitch on.”
Dean Winchester knew absolutely nothing about ballet. It just wasn’t part of his skill set. He would never be able to tell you the difference between the various positions or turns and to be perfectly frank he really didn’t care. However, that really didn’t stop him from being the best damn dance dad ever (in his own personal opinion), just because he knew that Sammy loved it. Why, he didn’t know, but she did, and that was all that mattered. He made every recital, dress recital, fund-raiser, and photo shoot that he was needed for, just like he would do for any of his other kids, and picked her up from class every night on his way home from work. True, he was awkward and uncomfortable with it at first, but eventually he managed to fall into some kind of rhythm with most of the other moms—most of whom were friends with Lisa as well. Generally speaking, ballet wasn’t so bad.
Until she showed up.
Her name was Loretta Harvey. Dean had noticed her when she moved in across the street from the Winchesters the week before. Two boys, two girls, with the girls being the bookends of the group—Sarah, who was around Alec and Ben’s age, and Shelley, who was a few months older than Sammy. Up until now, he’d had no problem with the family—they stayed on their side of the street and he stayed on his—but then again, he hadn’t really spoken to her much. After this incident, however, Dean knew all that he needed to know, which basically boiled down to this—the woman was a friggin’ bitch.
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“Someone’s got their Bitch on.”
Dean Winchester knew absolutely nothing about ballet. It just wasn’t part of his skill set. He would never be able to tell you the difference between the various positions or turns and to be perfectly frank he really didn’t care. However, that really didn’t stop him from being the best damn dance dad ever (in his own personal opinion), just because he knew that Sammy loved it. Why, he didn’t know, but she did, and that was all that mattered. He made every recital, dress recital, fund-raiser, and photo shoot that he was needed for, just like he would do for any of his other kids, and picked her up from class every night on his way home from work. True, he was awkward and uncomfortable with it at first, but eventually he managed to fall into some kind of rhythm with most of the other moms—most of whom were friends with Lisa as well. Generally speaking, ballet wasn’t so bad.
Until she showed up.
Her name was Loretta Harvey. Dean had noticed her when she moved in across the street from the Winchesters the week before. Two boys, two girls, with the girls being the bookends of the group—Sarah, who was around Alec and Ben’s age, and Shelley, who was a few months older than Sammy. Up until now, he’d had no problem with the family—they stayed on their side of the street and he stayed on his—but then again, he hadn’t really spoken to her much. After this incident, however, Dean knew all that he needed to know, which basically boiled down to this—the woman was a friggin’ bitch.
( *** )
1035 words