yay word vomit
So, this little snippet is some self-indulgent pointless young!girl Dean (De, because I could not make myself type Deanna, even though, EVEN THOUGH), and baby!girl Sam; pre-OMG THE HORROR OF THE WINCHESTERS' LIVES.
Yeah, not being posted anywhere but here (because what is this, I don't even know), but I have vague plans for more tumbling in my back brain. I envision this little slice of domesticity taking place the night everything goes to shit in the SPN universe, but I think we've determined that I am evil and/or damaged.
In other news: I'M NOT DEAD! \o/ AND I PASSED ALL MY SPRING CLASSES! I AM NO LONGER A FIRST YEAR GRAD STUDENT, GUYS, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. AND I GOT TO KEEP MY JOB OVER THE SUMMER. AND THEY'RE IMPLEMENTING MY INTERVENTION FOR THE CASE I HAD, BECAUSE IT WORKED, YA'LL. IT'S GOING IN HIS FILE, LEGIT SRS BZNS, DEWDS. So, yeah, I'm pretty happy, overall. (so much capslock. so much fail).
don't cry, sister, cry
You love me, she says, when her daddy lifts her up to see the squirmy bundle. Her fingers hurt when she wraps them around the the wood of the crib as she looks.
You love me, she whispers, and her mommy says, she does, De, Sammy loves her big sister very much.
Sammy squirms, makes noises, and her face is hot and damp when De gets close to say good night, Sammy, and give her a kiss.
Daddy lets her wind up Sammy's mobile before leaving, and she listens to the tink tink tink before swinging her legs, saying Daddy, Daddy, and hearing him laugh, deep and rumbly in his chest, and she says, I wanna play football to her mom's sigh and her daddy's De -
Matty is, Matty is, De says, and her legs swing harder now as she's carried out of Sammy's room and down the hall to her own, Daddy grunting when her knees dig in. De acts like she doesn't know she's maybe-hurting him, because Mommy would say, that's not nice, De, you shouldn't hurt others, but Matty plays football and he's her best friend and she wants to play, too, she should, she'd be good, she knows that and her mommy and daddy just aren't fair -
Matty's six, though, honey, Mommy says, and De doesn't get it. Daddy says she's a big girl, he says so, and she's tough, he always says. She has camo and trucks and army men, even though Katie has the new Barbie and shows it off every time they play (De's are beat up, hair cut and half the clothes missing, and she wanted a new one, but Mommy said not until you can take care of your toys better, and Daddy said better off never, not for my girl and his hand was heavy and warm on her back, face frowny happy, and De thinks maybe she shouldn't ask again).
De's quiet when Mommy says goodnight, big big hug and a kiss on the top of her head, between her eyes and on her mouth, and her mommy laughs when De smiles, when her mommy kisses teeth instead of lips.
Daddy puts her to bed, sliding her blanket over her. Okay, okay, he whispers, like it's a secret, and it is because De knows Mommy's said no before. We'll go tomorrow and just see, okay, we'll see.
You love me, she says, giggly happy, and Daddy sighs, but not like Mommy (Mommy's sounds more like not now, just stop, but Daddy's is happy, is thinking), and he leans over her and says, you love me.
Yeah, not being posted anywhere but here (because what is this, I don't even know), but I have vague plans for more tumbling in my back brain. I envision this little slice of domesticity taking place the night everything goes to shit in the SPN universe, but I think we've determined that I am evil and/or damaged.
In other news: I'M NOT DEAD! \o/ AND I PASSED ALL MY SPRING CLASSES! I AM NO LONGER A FIRST YEAR GRAD STUDENT, GUYS, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. AND I GOT TO KEEP MY JOB OVER THE SUMMER. AND THEY'RE IMPLEMENTING MY INTERVENTION FOR THE CASE I HAD, BECAUSE IT WORKED, YA'LL. IT'S GOING IN HIS FILE, LEGIT SRS BZNS, DEWDS. So, yeah, I'm pretty happy, overall. (so much capslock. so much fail).
don't cry, sister, cry
You love me, she says, when her daddy lifts her up to see the squirmy bundle. Her fingers hurt when she wraps them around the the wood of the crib as she looks.
You love me, she whispers, and her mommy says, she does, De, Sammy loves her big sister very much.
Sammy squirms, makes noises, and her face is hot and damp when De gets close to say good night, Sammy, and give her a kiss.
Daddy lets her wind up Sammy's mobile before leaving, and she listens to the tink tink tink before swinging her legs, saying Daddy, Daddy, and hearing him laugh, deep and rumbly in his chest, and she says, I wanna play football to her mom's sigh and her daddy's De -
Matty is, Matty is, De says, and her legs swing harder now as she's carried out of Sammy's room and down the hall to her own, Daddy grunting when her knees dig in. De acts like she doesn't know she's maybe-hurting him, because Mommy would say, that's not nice, De, you shouldn't hurt others, but Matty plays football and he's her best friend and she wants to play, too, she should, she'd be good, she knows that and her mommy and daddy just aren't fair -
Matty's six, though, honey, Mommy says, and De doesn't get it. Daddy says she's a big girl, he says so, and she's tough, he always says. She has camo and trucks and army men, even though Katie has the new Barbie and shows it off every time they play (De's are beat up, hair cut and half the clothes missing, and she wanted a new one, but Mommy said not until you can take care of your toys better, and Daddy said better off never, not for my girl and his hand was heavy and warm on her back, face frowny happy, and De thinks maybe she shouldn't ask again).
De's quiet when Mommy says goodnight, big big hug and a kiss on the top of her head, between her eyes and on her mouth, and her mommy laughs when De smiles, when her mommy kisses teeth instead of lips.
Daddy puts her to bed, sliding her blanket over her. Okay, okay, he whispers, like it's a secret, and it is because De knows Mommy's said no before. We'll go tomorrow and just see, okay, we'll see.
You love me, she says, giggly happy, and Daddy sighs, but not like Mommy (Mommy's sounds more like not now, just stop, but Daddy's is happy, is thinking), and he leans over her and says, you love me.