[Fic] Over-protective!Michael
(For enjoythe_ride. Set in future Shelter!verse. Dean = silvr_moonbeams, follows this.)
"You can never defeat me! I have super strength and can chop you!" Cole held his fists out in fighting position. "Hai-yah!"
Michael smirked and jumped back. "Is that all you've got?"
Cole rushed forward and chopped his father in the stomach with his hand. "Hah!"
"Oh yeah?" Michael grabbed Cole and flipped him up over his shoulder so that the boy was upside down. Cole started laughing.
"No fair! You cheat!"
"Do not." The doorbell rang and Mike moved over to drop Cole on the couch. Cole bounced a bit and sat up to watch his father answer the door.
When he opened it Dean Winchester was grinning at him. "Hey there, Mr. Talbot."
A glare settled on Mike's face and he sighed, stepping back. Bela had warned him she had asked Dean to stop in. He wasn't happy about it, but he wouldn't dismiss his wife's concerns. "Funny," he said dryly.
Dean stepped in and gave Michael a firm slap on the shoulder. "How ya been?"
"Just fine."
"Deaaaan!" Cole launched off the couch and ran to the front door. He slammed into Dean's legs and held on tight.
"Hey little dude." Dean looked down at the only Westen/Talbot he really liked and smiled. "What's new?"
"Did you come to poof the monsters away?"
Dean's brow raised at that and he opened his mouth to reply, but hesitated a moment, then he sighed. "Yeah, I'm here to poof the monsters away."
"Except there are no monsters," Michael cut in with a warning look to Dean. Cole looked up at his father, not letting go of Dean. Michael looked down at him. "Your mom is protecting all of us, remember?"
"Then why is Dean here?"
"To double check your mom's magical locks," Dean said. He patted the kid on the head. "But you gotta let me go."
"Kay." Cole stepped back and held his hands behind his back, watching Dean with big eyes.
Dean gave Mike a nod, then started to walk down the hallway. Cole started to follow, but Michael grabbed his shoulder. "Don't think so."
"But I wanna watch!"
"You don't need to watch. Go play with your toys."
"But Daaaa-aad!"
"Cole." Michael gave him a look.
"Meanie." Cole pouted and walked off to his Legos.
Michael however did follow Dean around. He stood away to give the man room to work, but watched with crossed arms. After a couple rooms Dean finally turned around to face the guy.
"You know, it'd be a lot easier to do this without you lookin' over my shoulder."
"This is my house. My family. I'll watch if I want. I may not know this stuff the way you and Bela do, but I'll be damned if I let you do it half-assed."
Dean shook his head and looked at Michael seriously. "Your wife would put a bullet through my head if I did this half-assed. I'm not riskin' that."
Michael just smirked as he stood his ground. "You don't want to piss me off either."
"Dude. Let me do my job and I'll be out of here, okay?"
"Go ahead," Michael nodded, not budging.
Dean sighed deeply and went back to what he was doing, muttering under his breath the whole time. Bela definitely owed him. At least that age old question of 'who could put up with a lifetime of Bela Talbot' had been answered.
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"You can never defeat me! I have super strength and can chop you!" Cole held his fists out in fighting position. "Hai-yah!"
Michael smirked and jumped back. "Is that all you've got?"
Cole rushed forward and chopped his father in the stomach with his hand. "Hah!"
"Oh yeah?" Michael grabbed Cole and flipped him up over his shoulder so that the boy was upside down. Cole started laughing.
"No fair! You cheat!"
"Do not." The doorbell rang and Mike moved over to drop Cole on the couch. Cole bounced a bit and sat up to watch his father answer the door.
When he opened it Dean Winchester was grinning at him. "Hey there, Mr. Talbot."
A glare settled on Mike's face and he sighed, stepping back. Bela had warned him she had asked Dean to stop in. He wasn't happy about it, but he wouldn't dismiss his wife's concerns. "Funny," he said dryly.
Dean stepped in and gave Michael a firm slap on the shoulder. "How ya been?"
"Just fine."
"Deaaaan!" Cole launched off the couch and ran to the front door. He slammed into Dean's legs and held on tight.
"Hey little dude." Dean looked down at the only Westen/Talbot he really liked and smiled. "What's new?"
"Did you come to poof the monsters away?"
Dean's brow raised at that and he opened his mouth to reply, but hesitated a moment, then he sighed. "Yeah, I'm here to poof the monsters away."
"Except there are no monsters," Michael cut in with a warning look to Dean. Cole looked up at his father, not letting go of Dean. Michael looked down at him. "Your mom is protecting all of us, remember?"
"Then why is Dean here?"
"To double check your mom's magical locks," Dean said. He patted the kid on the head. "But you gotta let me go."
"Kay." Cole stepped back and held his hands behind his back, watching Dean with big eyes.
Dean gave Mike a nod, then started to walk down the hallway. Cole started to follow, but Michael grabbed his shoulder. "Don't think so."
"But I wanna watch!"
"You don't need to watch. Go play with your toys."
"But Daaaa-aad!"
"Cole." Michael gave him a look.
"Meanie." Cole pouted and walked off to his Legos.
Michael however did follow Dean around. He stood away to give the man room to work, but watched with crossed arms. After a couple rooms Dean finally turned around to face the guy.
"You know, it'd be a lot easier to do this without you lookin' over my shoulder."
"This is my house. My family. I'll watch if I want. I may not know this stuff the way you and Bela do, but I'll be damned if I let you do it half-assed."
Dean shook his head and looked at Michael seriously. "Your wife would put a bullet through my head if I did this half-assed. I'm not riskin' that."
Michael just smirked as he stood his ground. "You don't want to piss me off either."
"Dude. Let me do my job and I'll be out of here, okay?"
"Go ahead," Michael nodded, not budging.
Dean sighed deeply and went back to what he was doing, muttering under his breath the whole time. Bela definitely owed him. At least that age old question of 'who could put up with a lifetime of Bela Talbot' had been answered.
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