[CL] Inexperienced!Dean
Jul. 11th, 2009 07:19 pm[
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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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768 words
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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?”
( *** )
768 words