hasperkynipples: ([dean] hold up)
[[livejournal.com profile] three_syllables is mine to use and abuse as I choose and [livejournal.com profile] hisgumbygirl is used with permission. Set in [livejournal.com profile] greypicketfence.]

There was a scream from somewhere in the house.

It was six in the morning, and Dean was never ever up that early, but Samantha was. High school had this thing about starting at the crack ass of dawn, and while Winchesters, with the exception of the freak of nature that was Sam and Alec who had a sleep schedule all his own, were not morning people, legally she had to attend. It sucked, but it was the truth. However, not having to be up or not, a scream like that coming from his daughter was enough to have Dean snapping to attention, grabbing the gun under his pillow and bolting down the hallway.

When he reached the bathroom, he was in full-on panicked dad mode, and wide awake. “Sammy!” he said, having learned that barging in before checking what was wrong was generally a bad idea with a teenage daughter. “Everything alright in there?”

At that, the door blew open and he blinked sleepily at the change in light and stared at his daughter. His very pissed off daughter. His very pissed off daughter who was bald. Demons, ghosts, ghouls, Dean had dealt with them all but a nearly hysterical teenage girl was kind of new territory.

“—the fuck?”

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hasperkynipples: ([dean] not amused)
[Ben = [livejournal.com profile] mini_dean, Lisa = [livejournal.com profile] hisgumbygirl. Set in [livejournal.com profile] 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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hasperkynipples: ([text] i need a freakin' nap)
[Set in [livejournal.com profile] 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 = [livejournal.com profile] hisgumbygirl, Ben = [livejournal.com profile] mini_dean, Alec = [livejournal.com profile] 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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hasperkynipples: (dean and sam support system)
[Set in [livejournal.com profile] greypicketfence. Sammy = [livejournal.com profile] three_syllables, and this is hidden for when she’s older. Written when Lisa was still pregnant. First three parts of this are posted in [livejournal.com profile] jstliketherifle.]

Sammy,

It seems weird writing this, considering it’s going to be years before you are even able to read it, but this is something you need to know, and when the time comes, I don’t know if I’ll be able to tell you. It hurts a lot to be doing this now, but hey—maybe if I’m prepared then, it’ll hurt a little less. I know that someday you’re going to ask me about the person you were named after, and I want to be able to have an answer for you when you do. I wish that he could be here so that you could meet him for yourself, because if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have you, but that’s not going to happen.

Your uncle Sam was a good person. He helped people. He was the better of the two of us, and I miss him more than I can say. Sam was the smart one. He went to Stanford and got a full ride on top of that. He was the one who did all the research when we were hunting—not that I couldn’t do it, but Sam, he loved it. He had a big heart too. All he wanted was a nice normal life, a house and a family, away from the hunt, but I guess that just wasn’t meant to be for him. I suppose that’s mostly my fault, considering I’m part of the reason he’s not around anymore, but I know that he would have loved to have met you.

Truth of the matter is, Sam did what he had to do to keep your dad alive. I screwed up, put myself in a bad situation, and he got me out of it, but it cost me him. And I regret that I had to put him in that position every single day, but I don’t regret you. Not for a minute. You and your brothers are the most important things in my life right now. I made Sam and your mom a promise, and I’m going to make the same one to you. I will never leave you alone. Ever. You ever need me for anything, I’ll always be there for you.

And if I have any kind of luck at all, you’ll grow up to be just as great a kid as your namesake was.

Love,
Dad

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