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[CL] Flailing!Dean
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“No.”
Beth shifted the way Angie was sitting on her hip, before looking over at her husband. “Dean—”
“Hell no.”
“Babe, not all of the children are going to fit in the back seat of your car. We need something a little—bigger.”
“Beth. I’m not driving a mini-van like a friggin’ soccer mom.”
Beth rolled her eyes, handing her daughter over to him. “It’s not that big a deal, Dean.”
“You know, Angie’d probably fit right in the front seat between me and you,” Dean said, giving the blond little girl a smile as he took her. “Wouldn’t you, Princess?”
“Uh-huh,” she said with a nod as she popped her thumb in to her mouth, resting her head on her father’s shoulder.
“There’s no seat there, Dean.”
“It’s a bench seat in a car made before 1970, there is a seat there.”
“No, Dean, I’m not putting my baby in a non-seat, now we are getting the mini-van.”
“Dad, there’s a TV in here!” Robbie said as he and Max poked their head out of the sliding door. “And a DVD player!”
“And a jack to plug in our video games,” Max added on. “Dude, we so have to get this car!”
Beth turned back to Dean with a look, and Dean gave one right back, before shaking his head. “I don’t care if you get it, but I’m sure as hell not driving it.”
Beth sighed, gritting her teeth slightly, and Dean knew that that was the universal sign that he should walk away now, nor put a kid between them. He tightened his hold on Angie, before turning and walking back towards the front desk of the car dealership.
“C’mon Princess—let’s see if that salesman’s got anymore lollipops.”
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whenitsadream. Beth = failuretotrust.]“No.”
Beth shifted the way Angie was sitting on her hip, before looking over at her husband. “Dean—”
“Hell no.”
“Babe, not all of the children are going to fit in the back seat of your car. We need something a little—bigger.”
“Beth. I’m not driving a mini-van like a friggin’ soccer mom.”
Beth rolled her eyes, handing her daughter over to him. “It’s not that big a deal, Dean.”
“You know, Angie’d probably fit right in the front seat between me and you,” Dean said, giving the blond little girl a smile as he took her. “Wouldn’t you, Princess?”
“Uh-huh,” she said with a nod as she popped her thumb in to her mouth, resting her head on her father’s shoulder.
“There’s no seat there, Dean.”
“It’s a bench seat in a car made before 1970, there is a seat there.”
“No, Dean, I’m not putting my baby in a non-seat, now we are getting the mini-van.”
“Dad, there’s a TV in here!” Robbie said as he and Max poked their head out of the sliding door. “And a DVD player!”
“And a jack to plug in our video games,” Max added on. “Dude, we so have to get this car!”
Beth turned back to Dean with a look, and Dean gave one right back, before shaking his head. “I don’t care if you get it, but I’m sure as hell not driving it.”
Beth sighed, gritting her teeth slightly, and Dean knew that that was the universal sign that he should walk away now, nor put a kid between them. He tightened his hold on Angie, before turning and walking back towards the front desk of the car dealership.
“C’mon Princess—let’s see if that salesman’s got anymore lollipops.”
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