[cl] 21. The first thing you broke
[Set in justtostayalive. Izzi is silhouette_hunt and used with permission from her mun who made a request for Winchester crew future fic with the prompt “trouble.” likely_evil, herecmestrouble, hasperkynipples and hateintoflame are also used with permission and love. Michael is eight and Izzie and Sophia are five.]
CRASH!
Bela cringed at the sound before it even finished, looking over at Sam with a frustrated sigh. She had learned fairly early on that being married to a Winchester meant liberal use of the phrase ‘this is why we can’t have nice things,’ and having his children was doubly so. She had hoped, however, that the phrase wouldn’t apply when it came to things that weren’t theirs. Apparently she was wrong.
They were on the double family vacation, settling into the unit after a long day of keeping Michael away from Mickey Mouse at Disney World. It was actually harder than it sounded, Bela was exhausted, and she and Sam were looking forward to some time to themselves as soon as Dean left, but the crash came before they had the chance. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the couch.
“Sam-”
“I’ll make sure they didn’t break anything,” he said quickly, disappearing back into the kids’ rooms. Dean smirked at her from the kitchen, leaning against the side of the counter.
“Aww, c’mon Bela,” he sighed, bracing himself as Izzi came barreling out of wherever she had been hiding. Izzi’s hands landed on his arms as he hauled her up into her air. “They’re kids. They’re gonna break stuff-isn’t that right, Izzi?”
“Yup. We’re gonna break stuff.”
“I’m aware. But do you want to pay for everything they break, Dean?”
Dean settled his five year-old on his hip, thinking it over before shrugging a bit. “Okay. Good point.”
Bela rolled her eyes, before getting up off the couch and heading into the kitchen so that she could make herself some tea. “Michael takes too much after you.”
“After me?” Dean gave her a look. “Sweetheart, my DNA wasn’t even part of the picture. That was all Sammy. You have no idea how much of a brat he was as a kid.”
“You and Sam are brothers, yeah?” she pointed out. “You practically raised Sam, you spent far too much time with Michael as a child-”
“That’s because you and Sam kept shoving babysitting duty off on me while you two snuck off to have ‘adult time’.” Bela flashed him a look at that and he sighed. “Which, you know, I guess you deserve given the whole shotgun wedding, insta-kid, no honeymoon thing.”
“Thank you,” Bela replied, starting to pour her tea. She just managed to not spill the hot water on herself when another CRASH! came from the other room. Dean cringed again, before turning to look at his daughter.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have given him that extra Mountain Dew, huh sweetheart?”
“Nope. Not good, Daddy.”
Bela nearly spit out her tea. “You gave him what?!”
Dean turned back to his sister-in-law at that outburst and tried to give her the most innocent look he could manage, before shifting Izzi so that he was holding her more as a human shield. “It was just a small one. He said he was thirsty and we didn’t have anything else. Don’t shoot me again.”
“What about ‘no caffeinated sodas’ did you not understand!”
“Moutain Dew has caffeine in it?”
CRASH!
“DEAN!”
Dean handed Bela her niece and took off for where Sam was-there was probably safer than if he had stayed put. Bela huffed slightly as she resettled Izzi in her arms. “I didn’t do it,” the little girl parroted, and Bela gave her a small smile as she moved to set them down on the couch.
“I know, sweetie.”
After that, there was a bit of blessed silence before the door opened and Brooke came in. She glanced around, before blinking, surprised. “It’s too quiet in here. What happened?”
“Aunt Bela’s going to shoot Daddy.”
“She’s what?”
“Oh, God.”
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CRASH!
Bela cringed at the sound before it even finished, looking over at Sam with a frustrated sigh. She had learned fairly early on that being married to a Winchester meant liberal use of the phrase ‘this is why we can’t have nice things,’ and having his children was doubly so. She had hoped, however, that the phrase wouldn’t apply when it came to things that weren’t theirs. Apparently she was wrong.
They were on the double family vacation, settling into the unit after a long day of keeping Michael away from Mickey Mouse at Disney World. It was actually harder than it sounded, Bela was exhausted, and she and Sam were looking forward to some time to themselves as soon as Dean left, but the crash came before they had the chance. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the couch.
“Sam-”
“I’ll make sure they didn’t break anything,” he said quickly, disappearing back into the kids’ rooms. Dean smirked at her from the kitchen, leaning against the side of the counter.
“Aww, c’mon Bela,” he sighed, bracing himself as Izzi came barreling out of wherever she had been hiding. Izzi’s hands landed on his arms as he hauled her up into her air. “They’re kids. They’re gonna break stuff-isn’t that right, Izzi?”
“Yup. We’re gonna break stuff.”
“I’m aware. But do you want to pay for everything they break, Dean?”
Dean settled his five year-old on his hip, thinking it over before shrugging a bit. “Okay. Good point.”
Bela rolled her eyes, before getting up off the couch and heading into the kitchen so that she could make herself some tea. “Michael takes too much after you.”
“After me?” Dean gave her a look. “Sweetheart, my DNA wasn’t even part of the picture. That was all Sammy. You have no idea how much of a brat he was as a kid.”
“You and Sam are brothers, yeah?” she pointed out. “You practically raised Sam, you spent far too much time with Michael as a child-”
“That’s because you and Sam kept shoving babysitting duty off on me while you two snuck off to have ‘adult time’.” Bela flashed him a look at that and he sighed. “Which, you know, I guess you deserve given the whole shotgun wedding, insta-kid, no honeymoon thing.”
“Thank you,” Bela replied, starting to pour her tea. She just managed to not spill the hot water on herself when another CRASH! came from the other room. Dean cringed again, before turning to look at his daughter.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have given him that extra Mountain Dew, huh sweetheart?”
“Nope. Not good, Daddy.”
Bela nearly spit out her tea. “You gave him what?!”
Dean turned back to his sister-in-law at that outburst and tried to give her the most innocent look he could manage, before shifting Izzi so that he was holding her more as a human shield. “It was just a small one. He said he was thirsty and we didn’t have anything else. Don’t shoot me again.”
“What about ‘no caffeinated sodas’ did you not understand!”
“Moutain Dew has caffeine in it?”
CRASH!
“DEAN!”
Dean handed Bela her niece and took off for where Sam was-there was probably safer than if he had stayed put. Bela huffed slightly as she resettled Izzi in her arms. “I didn’t do it,” the little girl parroted, and Bela gave her a small smile as she moved to set them down on the couch.
“I know, sweetie.”
After that, there was a bit of blessed silence before the door opened and Brooke came in. She glanced around, before blinking, surprised. “It’s too quiet in here. What happened?”
“Aunt Bela’s going to shoot Daddy.”
“She’s what?”
“Oh, God.”
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