[MWR] Ugly Betty quote

[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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[MWR] Vicar of Dibley quote

[Ben = mini_dean, Lisa = hisgumbygirl. Set in greypicketfence, which this Dean isn’t the Dean, but this prompt got him going.]

“I am a great supporter of sex before marriage. Otherwise I wouldn't have had sex at all.”

Dean glanced back into the living room where his teenage son was sitting in front of the TV, before turning back to Lisa, visibly cringing at the thought. He didn’t want to do what she was asking him to do. He really didn’t. He was never really sure how he was going to handle this if he ever had kids of his own—giving it to Sam was one thing, that was his brother and he had been at the point where making his brother squirm was his full-time job. Giving it to his son, however? Not nearly as fun.

Not that it should be fun.

“Do I have to?” he whined slightly, begging Lisa to take this instead. He did not need more awkward with Ben—it was bad enough that he wasn’t exactly the most normal parent as it was. That had become blatantly obvious with the way he handled things with Sammy, and Dean wouldn’t have blamed Ben that if on some level, he wished his father was a little more—conventional.

“He’s your son, Dean,” Lisa said, looking back at him with her hands on her hips. “He’s growing up and you need to talk to him.”

“Can’t you do it?” Dean sighed. “I mean, he’s your kid too.”

“Dean.”

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[MWR] Vicar of Dibley quote

[Ben = mini_dean, Lisa = hisgumbygirl. Set in greypicketfence, and this Dean isn't in MWR, but I crosspost. Sorry for the spam.]

“I am a great supporter of sex before marriage. Otherwise I wouldn't have had sex at all.”

Dean glanced back into the living room where his teenage son was sitting in front of the TV, before turning back to Lisa, visibly cringing at the thought. He didn’t want to do what she was asking him to do. He really didn’t. He was never really sure how he was going to handle this if he ever had kids of his own—giving it to Sam was one thing, that was his brother and he had been at the point where making his brother squirm was his full-time job. Giving it to his son, however? Not nearly as fun.

Not that it should be fun.

“Do I have to?” he whined slightly, begging Lisa to take this instead. He did not need more awkward with Ben—it was bad enough that he wasn’t exactly the most normal parent as it was. That had become blatantly obvious with the way he handled things with Sammy, and Dean wouldn’t have blamed Ben that if on some level, he wished his father was a little more—conventional.

“He’s your son, Dean,” Lisa said, looking back at him with her hands on her hips. “He’s growing up and you need to talk to him.”

“Can’t you do it?” Dean sighed. “I mean, he’s your kid too.”

“Dean.”

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