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[MW] Circumstancial
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smart_alec494 and used with permission from his mun who made a request for Dean and Alec future fic using the prompt “slang.” Ben is mini_dean who I don’t have permission for but lots of love.]
“Can’t understand a word that comes out of her mouth anymore.”
Dean muttered as he collapsed into the couch, running a hand over his eyes. Alec was sitting at the piano, smirking at his father. Sammy had just disappeared up the stairs, and her father’s eyes were following her footfalls as she disappeared, but Dean didn’t have to be paying attention to Alec to know that that was what he was doing. He’d been getting those looks since Sammy started school because every day she came home there was a new word that was being used some other way.
“We need to get you a cheat sheet,” he teased, leaning back in the seat as he shifted so that he wasn’t playing as loudly, but still playing. “Or maybe an email subscription to the urban dictionary.”
“Whatever happened to just using simple English?”
“Oh, c’mon Dad, you were just as bad. Remember when you first brought me home?”
“Hey, I always made perfect sense.”
“You had a mix of B-movie references, military jargon, and whatever slang you picked up in the biker bars. And you wonder why I spent most of the time looking at you like you were nuts.”
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greypicketfence. Alec is smart_alec494 and used with permission from his mun who made a request for Dean and Alec future fic using the prompt “slang.” Ben is mini_dean who I don’t have permission for but lots of love.]“Can’t understand a word that comes out of her mouth anymore.”
Dean muttered as he collapsed into the couch, running a hand over his eyes. Alec was sitting at the piano, smirking at his father. Sammy had just disappeared up the stairs, and her father’s eyes were following her footfalls as she disappeared, but Dean didn’t have to be paying attention to Alec to know that that was what he was doing. He’d been getting those looks since Sammy started school because every day she came home there was a new word that was being used some other way.
“We need to get you a cheat sheet,” he teased, leaning back in the seat as he shifted so that he wasn’t playing as loudly, but still playing. “Or maybe an email subscription to the urban dictionary.”
“Whatever happened to just using simple English?”
“Oh, c’mon Dad, you were just as bad. Remember when you first brought me home?”
“Hey, I always made perfect sense.”
“You had a mix of B-movie references, military jargon, and whatever slang you picked up in the biker bars. And you wonder why I spent most of the time looking at you like you were nuts.”
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566 words
