Tramps and Puppies
When Dean walked into the house, covered in dirt and motor oil after spending the afternoon showing Andrew some things on the car, he never expected that the first thing he would hear.
He had been minding his own business, going to get a when his daughter’s voice filtered into the kitchen.
“Daddy’s a tramp!”
Dean nearly broke the refrigerator door in surprise. What the hell was Chloe telling her? Holly was only seven. She didn’t need to know about…things.
“What makes you say that?” Chloe’s voice was calm.
He couldn’t believe this. Chloe was encouraging his daughter to call him a tramp.
“Because he’s got scruffies.”
His hand went to his chin without realizing it. He felt his skin, covered in stubble since he had neglected to shave that morning. But what did that have to do with him being a tramp?
“Oh yeah?”
Dean peeked his head around the corner. Chloe was biting her lip to keep from laughing. Holly sat still on the ground as Chloe braided her hair. She had karate later that afternoon.
“Yeah,” Holly asserted, eyes on the television. “And you’re pretty.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Daddy protects you because you’re pretty.”
“He protects you and Andrew too.”
“Because we’re his puppies!”
Okay….what?!
Chloe was biting her lip so hard now that he was sure she was going to draw blood. He just wanted to know what the hell was going on.
“Chlo? Can I talk to you a second?” He asked loudly, drawing their attention.
Chloe nodded, taking a steadying breath. “Go upstairs and get ready for class, Holl.”
Holly scampered up off the floor, disappearing up the staircase.
“What the fuck were you talking about?” Dean asked quietly, stalking into the room.
Chloe hushed him, shoulders shaking in laughter. “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” She stood from the couch, heading towards the kitchen. He grasped her arm gently and she turned.
“Puppies and tramps?” He questioned, raising a brow.
“She was comparing us to Lady and the Tramp,” she explained, laughing.
His face showed his confusion. “Isn’t that the movie with the dogs and the spaghetti?”
Chloe nodded. “Roaming, mysterious mutt from the wrong side of the tracks with a protective streak and a….history. Little chance of settling down?” she explained. “That’s…kinda you in a nutshell.”
“I settled down,” he said.
“No, you didn’t,” Chloe laughed. “Toned it down a little, maybe…”
She was right. He was still hunting and still got in trouble with the law sometimes. Though he was much more careful now and he had a place that he called home.
“No, not really,” He agreed, pulling her closer. “She’s got something wrong though.”
“What?”
“You’re no lady.”
“Trying to blow my cover, Winchester?” Chloe whispered, scandalized. He grinned, leaning in to kiss her.
“Dad!” Andrew’s slightly panicked voice carried in through the back door. “I think I did something wrong…”
“Shit,” Dean muttered, pulling away. He shouldn’t have left the kid alone with the car. “Hold that thought for a minute?”
“No can do, I have to drop Holly off at class then run to the Planet to drop off my article.”
“Hold that thought for a while then?”
“That could be arranged. Even though you’re a tramp.”
“But you love me.”
“Against my better judgement.”
He had been minding his own business, going to get a when his daughter’s voice filtered into the kitchen.
“Daddy’s a tramp!”
Dean nearly broke the refrigerator door in surprise. What the hell was Chloe telling her? Holly was only seven. She didn’t need to know about…things.
“What makes you say that?” Chloe’s voice was calm.
He couldn’t believe this. Chloe was encouraging his daughter to call him a tramp.
“Because he’s got scruffies.”
His hand went to his chin without realizing it. He felt his skin, covered in stubble since he had neglected to shave that morning. But what did that have to do with him being a tramp?
“Oh yeah?”
Dean peeked his head around the corner. Chloe was biting her lip to keep from laughing. Holly sat still on the ground as Chloe braided her hair. She had karate later that afternoon.
“Yeah,” Holly asserted, eyes on the television. “And you’re pretty.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Daddy protects you because you’re pretty.”
“He protects you and Andrew too.”
“Because we’re his puppies!”
Okay….what?!
Chloe was biting her lip so hard now that he was sure she was going to draw blood. He just wanted to know what the hell was going on.
“Chlo? Can I talk to you a second?” He asked loudly, drawing their attention.
Chloe nodded, taking a steadying breath. “Go upstairs and get ready for class, Holl.”
Holly scampered up off the floor, disappearing up the staircase.
“What the fuck were you talking about?” Dean asked quietly, stalking into the room.
Chloe hushed him, shoulders shaking in laughter. “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” She stood from the couch, heading towards the kitchen. He grasped her arm gently and she turned.
“Puppies and tramps?” He questioned, raising a brow.
“She was comparing us to Lady and the Tramp,” she explained, laughing.
His face showed his confusion. “Isn’t that the movie with the dogs and the spaghetti?”
Chloe nodded. “Roaming, mysterious mutt from the wrong side of the tracks with a protective streak and a….history. Little chance of settling down?” she explained. “That’s…kinda you in a nutshell.”
“I settled down,” he said.
“No, you didn’t,” Chloe laughed. “Toned it down a little, maybe…”
She was right. He was still hunting and still got in trouble with the law sometimes. Though he was much more careful now and he had a place that he called home.
“No, not really,” He agreed, pulling her closer. “She’s got something wrong though.”
“What?”
“You’re no lady.”
“Trying to blow my cover, Winchester?” Chloe whispered, scandalized. He grinned, leaning in to kiss her.
“Dad!” Andrew’s slightly panicked voice carried in through the back door. “I think I did something wrong…”
“Shit,” Dean muttered, pulling away. He shouldn’t have left the kid alone with the car. “Hold that thought for a minute?”
“No can do, I have to drop Holly off at class then run to the Planet to drop off my article.”
“Hold that thought for a while then?”
“That could be arranged. Even though you’re a tramp.”
“But you love me.”
“Against my better judgement.”