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hasperkynipples) wrote2010-01-12 10:33 pm
hasperkynipples) wrote2010-01-12 10:33 pm
[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.”
Dean was quiet as he considered that for a moment, before actually turning back to look at his son. “Seriously?”
“Dad, Uncle Sam can’t even understand what comes out of your mouth half the time.”
“Sam understands me fine. Or at least he should—he’s been listening to me talk for years.”
“Uh-huh. There’s still some days where he looks at you as though you just started speaking Greek.”
Dean gave a bit of an eye roll at that, before settling down into the couch some more. “None of this helps me understand her any better.”
“None of this helps you understand who?” Ben said as he made his way into the room, plopping down one of the armchairs while holding his plate even so that he didn’t spill. “Sammy?”
“Yup. Apparently I need a cheat sheet in order to understand anything she says.”
“Where, in the kitchen?” Ben shrugged, before taking a bite of his food. “She just goes a little crazy with the net speak. She was saying that she was going to the mall later and she wanted this chick she goes to school with to throw herself off a cliff.”
Dean blinked, before turning back to his son for a moment. “You got all that from what she was saying?”
“Yeah?” Ben frowned, and he glanced back at his brother, who was sniggering over by the piano. “What? What’d I miss?”
Dean inched closer to Ben giving him a bit of a look as he rested his chin in his hand. Ben stared back at him for a minute, before looking down at his plate, and then back at him again.
“What? I swear this wasn’t the last piece of pie.”
“No, that’s not it.”
“Then what’s with the creepy dad look?”
“Want to move back home?”
“What?!”
“Someone has to translate for her!”
“So why does it have to be me?” Ben said, his look a bit incredulous. “Alec understands her!”
“Yeah, but I’m smart enough not to open my mouth about it,” Alec laughed, leaning back against the piano. “You walked right in to that one, dude.”
“Shut up,” Ben sighed, shaking his head. “Sorry, Dad. You’re on your own.”
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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.”
Dean was quiet as he considered that for a moment, before actually turning back to look at his son. “Seriously?”
“Dad, Uncle Sam can’t even understand what comes out of your mouth half the time.”
“Sam understands me fine. Or at least he should—he’s been listening to me talk for years.”
“Uh-huh. There’s still some days where he looks at you as though you just started speaking Greek.”
Dean gave a bit of an eye roll at that, before settling down into the couch some more. “None of this helps me understand her any better.”
“None of this helps you understand who?” Ben said as he made his way into the room, plopping down one of the armchairs while holding his plate even so that he didn’t spill. “Sammy?”
“Yup. Apparently I need a cheat sheet in order to understand anything she says.”
“Where, in the kitchen?” Ben shrugged, before taking a bite of his food. “She just goes a little crazy with the net speak. She was saying that she was going to the mall later and she wanted this chick she goes to school with to throw herself off a cliff.”
Dean blinked, before turning back to his son for a moment. “You got all that from what she was saying?”
“Yeah?” Ben frowned, and he glanced back at his brother, who was sniggering over by the piano. “What? What’d I miss?”
Dean inched closer to Ben giving him a bit of a look as he rested his chin in his hand. Ben stared back at him for a minute, before looking down at his plate, and then back at him again.
“What? I swear this wasn’t the last piece of pie.”
“No, that’s not it.”
“Then what’s with the creepy dad look?”
“Want to move back home?”
“What?!”
“Someone has to translate for her!”
“So why does it have to be me?” Ben said, his look a bit incredulous. “Alec understands her!”
“Yeah, but I’m smart enough not to open my mouth about it,” Alec laughed, leaning back against the piano. “You walked right in to that one, dude.”
“Shut up,” Ben sighed, shaking his head. “Sorry, Dad. You’re on your own.”
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