In which Dean swears in front of five year-olds.
Dean Winchester knew absolutely nothing about ballet. It just wasn’t part of his skill set. He would never be able to tell you the difference between the various positions or turns and to be perfectly frank he really didn’t care. However, that really didn’t stop him from being the best damn dance dad ever (in his own personal opinion), just because he knew that Sammy loved it. Why, he didn’t know, but she did, and that was all that mattered. He made every recital, dress recital, fund-raiser, and photo shoot that he was needed for, just like he would do for any of his other kids, and picked her up from class every night on his way home from work. True, he was awkward and uncomfortable with it at first, but eventually he managed to fall into some kind of rhythm with most of the other moms-most of whom were friends with Lisa as well. Generally speaking, ballet wasn’t so bad.
Until she showed up.
Her name was Loretta Harvey. Dean had noticed her when she moved in across the street from the Winchesters the week before. Two boys, two girls, with the girls being the bookends of the group-Sarah, who was around Alec and Ben’s age, and Shelley, who was a few months older than Sammy. Up until now, he’d had no problem with the family-they stayed on their side of the street and he stayed on his-but then again, he hadn’t really spoken to her much. After this incident, however, Dean knew all that he needed to know, which basically boiled down to this-the woman was a friggin’ bitch.
Dean was early when he was when he came to pick his daughter up, and he quietly made his way inside the dance studio, hanging back in the doorway to the main dance area with one of the other moms. Sammy spotted him through the mirror and gave him a smile and a small wave before the music started again and the girls started to go into the routine. Dean and the mother continued to talk until there was the sound of a thump! coming from the other end of the room. All heads snapped around to see Sammy and Shelly in a pile on the floor. The blond girl was almost in tears, but Sammy just got up and dusted herself off, before turning back to the girl, extending a hand to help her up.
“Are you okay?”
“Get away from her, you clumsy oaf!”
Both Dean and his daughter’s eyes snapped in the direction of the voice. Loretta Harvey charged across the room, and Sammy’s head dropped slightly, the woman’s words and tone hitting her harder than the fall had. She started to trudge over in her father’s direction, and Dean met her halfway, crouching down in front of her and brushing her hair away from her face with his hand.
“Hey, kiddo-what happened?”
“I lost my balance,” she said, sniffling slightly. “It was just an accident.” She started to lean forward, resting her head against her father’s shoulder, and Dean scooped her up automatically, holding her close as he got up.
“It’s okay,” he said softly. All the kids were starting to dissipate, and Dean turned, starting to head back towards where she’d left her bag. “Let’s go home, alright?” He placed Sammy down next to her stuff, and she started to change her shoes and pull on her street clothes when Loretta walked over to Dean in a huff.
“You might do better enrolling her for a football team,” she sneered. “Ballet at least requires a little bit of grace.”
Dean glanced up at her for a minute, before giving her a look. “Lady, what’s your damage? It was just an accident.”
“Just an accident? She could have done some serious damage, maybe crippled my daughter’s entire dancing career.”
Dean had no idea how to respond to that. He blinked at her for a moment, before shaking his head. “First of all, she’s five. Five year-olds fall down, it happens. Second of all? She’s five. She’s just looking to have fun, she’s not worried about careers yet. Just let your kid be a friggin’ kid.”
That superior look on the woman’s face didn’t change, and she rolled her eyes. “Well, of course someone like you would say something like that.”
He straightened slightly, pushing himself up so that he was standing in front of the woman now. “And what the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means forgive me if I don’t take career advice for my child from a grease monkey who’ll probably never make it above the working class.”
Dean raised an eyebrow at her, before his lips narrowed into a thin smirk. “Well, sweetheart, I really hope your husband’s a surgeon.”
Loretta looked confused. “And why’s that?”
“Because you’re gonna need one to remove that stick from your ass that’s making you such a friggin’ bitch.”
The entire room went quiet, aside from a collection of five year-old gasps, and he could hear the slight smack of his daughter burying her face in her hands. “Daddy. You’re not supposed to say that.”
Dean didn’t flinch, however, just continued to meet the woman’s horrified stare. “Come on, Shelley,” she replied, taking her daughter’s hand and hurrying out of the room. Dean watched her go for a moment, before turning back around to face Sammy.
“Almost ready to go, kiddo?”
Sammy rolled her eyes-a move she’d picked up rather early on from Ben once he hit his teenage years-before nodding. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
“Good,” he said, before scooping her and her bags up off the floor. They were about halfway down the hallway, when he turned back to her with a slightly embarrassed smirk. “Let’s not tell Mommy I called the nice lady a bitch, alright?”
“Okay,” she said with a nod, resting her chin on her father’s shoulder lightly. Dean was quiet for a moment before sighing heavily.
“You’re going to tell her the minute we walk in the door, aren’t you?”
There was a fit of giggles from the little girl. “Yup.”
“Yeah, that’s what I figured-”
Until she showed up.
Her name was Loretta Harvey. Dean had noticed her when she moved in across the street from the Winchesters the week before. Two boys, two girls, with the girls being the bookends of the group-Sarah, who was around Alec and Ben’s age, and Shelley, who was a few months older than Sammy. Up until now, he’d had no problem with the family-they stayed on their side of the street and he stayed on his-but then again, he hadn’t really spoken to her much. After this incident, however, Dean knew all that he needed to know, which basically boiled down to this-the woman was a friggin’ bitch.
Dean was early when he was when he came to pick his daughter up, and he quietly made his way inside the dance studio, hanging back in the doorway to the main dance area with one of the other moms. Sammy spotted him through the mirror and gave him a smile and a small wave before the music started again and the girls started to go into the routine. Dean and the mother continued to talk until there was the sound of a thump! coming from the other end of the room. All heads snapped around to see Sammy and Shelly in a pile on the floor. The blond girl was almost in tears, but Sammy just got up and dusted herself off, before turning back to the girl, extending a hand to help her up.
“Are you okay?”
“Get away from her, you clumsy oaf!”
Both Dean and his daughter’s eyes snapped in the direction of the voice. Loretta Harvey charged across the room, and Sammy’s head dropped slightly, the woman’s words and tone hitting her harder than the fall had. She started to trudge over in her father’s direction, and Dean met her halfway, crouching down in front of her and brushing her hair away from her face with his hand.
“Hey, kiddo-what happened?”
“I lost my balance,” she said, sniffling slightly. “It was just an accident.” She started to lean forward, resting her head against her father’s shoulder, and Dean scooped her up automatically, holding her close as he got up.
“It’s okay,” he said softly. All the kids were starting to dissipate, and Dean turned, starting to head back towards where she’d left her bag. “Let’s go home, alright?” He placed Sammy down next to her stuff, and she started to change her shoes and pull on her street clothes when Loretta walked over to Dean in a huff.
“You might do better enrolling her for a football team,” she sneered. “Ballet at least requires a little bit of grace.”
Dean glanced up at her for a minute, before giving her a look. “Lady, what’s your damage? It was just an accident.”
“Just an accident? She could have done some serious damage, maybe crippled my daughter’s entire dancing career.”
Dean had no idea how to respond to that. He blinked at her for a moment, before shaking his head. “First of all, she’s five. Five year-olds fall down, it happens. Second of all? She’s five. She’s just looking to have fun, she’s not worried about careers yet. Just let your kid be a friggin’ kid.”
That superior look on the woman’s face didn’t change, and she rolled her eyes. “Well, of course someone like you would say something like that.”
He straightened slightly, pushing himself up so that he was standing in front of the woman now. “And what the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means forgive me if I don’t take career advice for my child from a grease monkey who’ll probably never make it above the working class.”
Dean raised an eyebrow at her, before his lips narrowed into a thin smirk. “Well, sweetheart, I really hope your husband’s a surgeon.”
Loretta looked confused. “And why’s that?”
“Because you’re gonna need one to remove that stick from your ass that’s making you such a friggin’ bitch.”
The entire room went quiet, aside from a collection of five year-old gasps, and he could hear the slight smack of his daughter burying her face in her hands. “Daddy. You’re not supposed to say that.”
Dean didn’t flinch, however, just continued to meet the woman’s horrified stare. “Come on, Shelley,” she replied, taking her daughter’s hand and hurrying out of the room. Dean watched her go for a moment, before turning back around to face Sammy.
“Almost ready to go, kiddo?”
Sammy rolled her eyes-a move she’d picked up rather early on from Ben once he hit his teenage years-before nodding. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
“Good,” he said, before scooping her and her bags up off the floor. They were about halfway down the hallway, when he turned back to her with a slightly embarrassed smirk. “Let’s not tell Mommy I called the nice lady a bitch, alright?”
“Okay,” she said with a nod, resting her chin on her father’s shoulder lightly. Dean was quiet for a moment before sighing heavily.
“You’re going to tell her the minute we walk in the door, aren’t you?”
There was a fit of giggles from the little girl. “Yup.”
“Yeah, that’s what I figured-”