Dean Winchester (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hasperkynipples) wrote2010-07-18 10:22 pm
hasperkynipples) wrote2010-07-18 10:22 pm
[tms] The best things in life are not things.
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toxic_shadow!! She asked for fluffy fic with Dean and Anna—or as Fluffy as I could get them, so naturally it involves moving things far, far into the future. That being said, absit_omens, silhouette_hunt, and likes_zeppelin are used with permission and love, and Claire is an NPC. This is most likely set in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
2outof3_aintbad, way way far away into the future.]
Dean Winchester was not fit for civilized company.
He never had been and he never would be. He wasn’t raised to be. He swore like a sailor, lied to people more often than not, and spent most of his time trying to avoid people as much as he can. He took over Singer Salvage, hid away from the rest of the world, and tried to make himself feel human again. Only problem was, he never really could. Probably because he never really had been, but that was a whole other pile of worms.
There was however, some company he was fit for. And that company was five years-old.
“Grandpa?”
It was still odd to have Claire call him that. He didn’t think he would ever be anyone’s father, let alone grandfather, and he certainly wasn’t any kind of father to his own daughter, but he was the only one Claire had left, and she deserved to call someone it. Still, though—weird.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Are fairies real?”
He smirked as he glanced over to where she was watching Fantasia on TV. “Yes, they are. And there’re mean little buggers.”
“Mean? Like not nice?”
“Exactly like not nice,” Dean nodded, taking another sip of his beer. “They like to steal things, confuse people—they’ll knock you on your ass if you’re not careful.”
There was a small giggle from the girl next to him. “You’re not supposed to say the ‘a’ word.”
“I’m not supposed to say a lot of things, short stack.”
She was about to respond to that when there was a knock on his door. “Probably Grandma,” she sighed, and he reached over to ruffle her hair.
“Go get your stuff together.” He then got up and made his way to the door, opening it and leaning in the doorway with his beer. “Hey, Anna.”
“Dean,” she said with a nod. “Where’s Claire?”
“She’s gettin’ her stuff together,” he replied. “She’ll be out in a bit. You doin’ alright?”
“Yeah,” she said with a nod, looking around the house, and then turning back to him with a smirk. “You didn’t change this place at all.”
“I think Bobby might haunt my ass if I screwed with his place any,” Dean replied, before taking another swig of his beer. “Besides, I’d never know where to find anything after that.”
Anna shook her head, before rubbing her arms softly as she looked at him. “Sure you don’t get lonely up here, all by yourself?”
He shrugged. “I’m not really fit for most human company.”
“There are some people who wouldn’t mind having you around every once in a while.” He hesitated at that, starting to protest and she held up a hand. “It’s not me pushing. I’m just saying.” She went back to rubbing her arm again. “We wouldn’t mind seeing you in New York every once in a while.”
He swallowed, unsure of what to say before Claire barged forward, wrapping her arms around her grandmother’s waist. “Hey, Grandma.”
“Hey, baby,” she said softly, wrapping her arms around her. “You have a good time with your grandfather?”
“Yup. Did you know that fairies are mean?”
“I did not know that,” she said with a smile, before looking up at Dean again and rubbing her back lightly. “Just think about it, Dean.”
Dean watched her again for a moment, before nodding. “Yeah. I’ll think about it.” It was more than he had given her before, and he wasn’t sure what it was, but it was all he could say for now. Anna looked up and gave him a small smile, before taking Claire’s hand in hers.
“See you around, Dean.”
“Bye, Grandpa!”
“Bye, sweetheart,” he said with a bit of a wave, before closing the door and sinking back into isolation again.
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toxic_shadow!! She asked for fluffy fic with Dean and Anna—or as Fluffy as I could get them, so naturally it involves moving things far, far into the future. That being said, absit_omens, silhouette_hunt, and likes_zeppelin are used with permission and love, and Claire is an NPC. This is most likely set in 2outof3_aintbad, way way far away into the future.]Dean Winchester was not fit for civilized company.
He never had been and he never would be. He wasn’t raised to be. He swore like a sailor, lied to people more often than not, and spent most of his time trying to avoid people as much as he can. He took over Singer Salvage, hid away from the rest of the world, and tried to make himself feel human again. Only problem was, he never really could. Probably because he never really had been, but that was a whole other pile of worms.
There was however, some company he was fit for. And that company was five years-old.
“Grandpa?”
It was still odd to have Claire call him that. He didn’t think he would ever be anyone’s father, let alone grandfather, and he certainly wasn’t any kind of father to his own daughter, but he was the only one Claire had left, and she deserved to call someone it. Still, though—weird.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Are fairies real?”
He smirked as he glanced over to where she was watching Fantasia on TV. “Yes, they are. And there’re mean little buggers.”
“Mean? Like not nice?”
“Exactly like not nice,” Dean nodded, taking another sip of his beer. “They like to steal things, confuse people—they’ll knock you on your ass if you’re not careful.”
There was a small giggle from the girl next to him. “You’re not supposed to say the ‘a’ word.”
“I’m not supposed to say a lot of things, short stack.”
She was about to respond to that when there was a knock on his door. “Probably Grandma,” she sighed, and he reached over to ruffle her hair.
“Go get your stuff together.” He then got up and made his way to the door, opening it and leaning in the doorway with his beer. “Hey, Anna.”
“Dean,” she said with a nod. “Where’s Claire?”
“She’s gettin’ her stuff together,” he replied. “She’ll be out in a bit. You doin’ alright?”
“Yeah,” she said with a nod, looking around the house, and then turning back to him with a smirk. “You didn’t change this place at all.”
“I think Bobby might haunt my ass if I screwed with his place any,” Dean replied, before taking another swig of his beer. “Besides, I’d never know where to find anything after that.”
Anna shook her head, before rubbing her arms softly as she looked at him. “Sure you don’t get lonely up here, all by yourself?”
He shrugged. “I’m not really fit for most human company.”
“There are some people who wouldn’t mind having you around every once in a while.” He hesitated at that, starting to protest and she held up a hand. “It’s not me pushing. I’m just saying.” She went back to rubbing her arm again. “We wouldn’t mind seeing you in New York every once in a while.”
He swallowed, unsure of what to say before Claire barged forward, wrapping her arms around her grandmother’s waist. “Hey, Grandma.”
“Hey, baby,” she said softly, wrapping her arms around her. “You have a good time with your grandfather?”
“Yup. Did you know that fairies are mean?”
“I did not know that,” she said with a smile, before looking up at Dean again and rubbing her back lightly. “Just think about it, Dean.”
Dean watched her again for a moment, before nodding. “Yeah. I’ll think about it.” It was more than he had given her before, and he wasn’t sure what it was, but it was all he could say for now. Anna looked up and gave him a small smile, before taking Claire’s hand in hers.
“See you around, Dean.”
“Bye, Grandpa!”
“Bye, sweetheart,” he said with a bit of a wave, before closing the door and sinking back into isolation again.
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