RP logs: notpenelope (and Lia)
This is set in the "Lawns and carpets" 'verse, waaay in the future, when Dean and Cassie's younger child, Amelia, is in her teens.
Poor spazzy flailing Dean.
Just wait till Johnny starts dating.
no.
Till Lia starts dating.
No, Dean, you may not sit around waiting for her boyfriend with the shotgun
Do you think not being permitted to will stop him?
Nah
*snickers*
he's just got... too much of a history
I think Lia's reaction to him waiting up for her boyfriends with a shotgun will stop him
well probably, after the fifteenth time or so
Amelia: "DA-AD!"
Dean: "Yeah?"
Amelia: "This needs to stop. NOW."
Dean: "Yeah? Why'd you think somethin' like that?"
Amelia: "Because you and your freaky ... thing with the shotgun is the new big thing at my school, that's why. Because I am allowed to have a social life without my dad threatening to shoot people!"
"There's a difference between social life and boys spending time with you alone."
"Why, you think all boys are like you?"
"Mmhm. Enough of 'em."
"You think I can't tell the difference between a guy who wants to get in my pants and a guy who might actually be a nice person?"
((Sam: Thaaaat's a trap.))
"Those aren't mutually exclusive, and no, I don't think you can."
"Gee, thanks, Dad. Nice to know what you really think of me."
((Sam: *facepalm*))
"That's all right. Try that question again in, oh... thirty years."
"Thirty YEARS?"
"What? Judgment takes time to develop!"
"No way."
"Too way."
"You are so not keeping me prisoner for thirty years."
"Nah. Your mom would kill me if I tried that."
... "Mo-om!"
Cassie: *facepalms*
Dean: *so doesn't put away the shotgun*
Cassie: "What are you two fighting about now?"
Dean: "Bit of rocksalt ain't gonna do any permanent damage either."
Amelia: "Permanent damage? I'm the freak of the school! With my ... survivalist freaky daddy!"
Cassie: "Amelia!"
Dean: "You mean they haven't caught on already? Kids these days..."
Amelia: "GOD. You are so..."
Cassie: "Amelia, go do your homework."
Dean: "Now, now, no need to get HIM involved. He's way too likely to pay attention."
Amelia: *flounce!*
Cassie: *facepalm*
Dean: *small headshake, but shoulders don't slump down until she's out of the room*
Cassie eyes him, sighs. "You're intimidating enough without the shotgun, you know."
Dean: "Yeah? You've seen some of those basketball or volleyball playin' kids? Or football, for that matter?"
"I've seen them. Size doesn't make them intimidating. They're teenagers. They're impressionable. And so's your daughter."
"That latter bit there's likely to be the problem." Small sigh. "I've observed too much of impressionable girls and how easy they can be persuaded or goaded in things they might later... regret. Not that I've really got any kid in trouble, but..." *jawclench*
*doesn't even go into that* "Well, right now she's being persuaded not to talk to her father about anything in her life that she thinks you might disapprove of, which is a hell of a lot."
*eyes... widen a little, jaw works around the words.* "... right."
*sighs, more gently* "If she thinks she can't take her boyfriends home safely, pretty soon she just might not take them home at all. And what are we going to do then? Lock her up?"
*stubborn Dean is stubborn, even if his voice sounds more contrary than serious* "I could always follow her around and make sure of things. With the shotgun."
"You're not that unreasonable. And you don't want to give her an actual reason not to trust you."
"... no. Just not to trust them."
"But you'd be the one skulking around and following her with a shotgun."
"Uh. huh. And that'll make those who have somethin' to hide nervous. ... or should."
"And how do you think it'll make your daughter feel?"
"Protected."
"It might have made you feel protected, when you were surrounded by demons and ghosts. But it only makes her feel overwhelmed and like she can't do anything for herself."
*stares* "So what, I'm supposed to sit by and do nothin'? Like that's such a good idea either!"
"I didn't say that, Dean, and you know it. There is a middle ground between threatening teenagers with shotguns and not caring, not doing anything."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. For one thing, you're taking her to her first gynecologist appointment."
o.O
"Uh-huh. She'd old enough for one anyway, she can get the vaccine and you can talk to her about maybe being responsible enough to take charge of her own birth control pills."
...
Cassie: *tries not to laugh too much, but does smile* "Might give you some insight into how teenage girls feel, too. You and her and the doc can all sit down and talk about sex and responsibility."
Dean: *just sits down and stares*
Cassie: *calmly waits for him to regain his powers of speech*
*eventually swallows, and tries... something* Provided... I don't get kicked out of the doctor's office before we reach that point?
*almost a grin* Well, you'll just have to keep calm and controlled, won't you?
"... yeah. I'm so good at that."
"You can do it. For your daughter."
*runs hand over his face, shoulders slump*
*goes sits next to him, combing fingers through his hair, slinging an arm over his shoulders*
"I'm... ... totally..." can't do anything right "I totally don't know how to do this, Cassie. Any of this."
"I know." Slight smile. "You don't exactly have a history of getting to know the women in your family. But it'll give you some time to get to know the woman your daughter is growing up to be."
*swallows, closes his eyes* "Just. Too long on the other side of the fence. Everything's lopsided. I'm gonna make a mess of this too--" *catches himself, sighs* "I'll... see how ... I'll try."
*hugs him tight around the shoulders, kisses his temple* "She knows you're not perfect." *snorts* "After threatening her last, what was it, three boyfriends with the shotgun? She'll just be glad you're putting it away. And just being willing to talk to her about these things, even if you don't know what to say or get stuck, that'll help."
"Four. Although I'm not sure that one with the runny nose was actually a boyfriend or a test for me." *leans a bit towards her, though ough body so tense, but leaning his head down. And his arm moves to hold her back, because habit, and need...* "I don't want her... hurt. Or worse. Even with the--" *chokes only a little at using the word, but gets over it* "--gynecologist thing set up, there's still... you know." *shakes head* Or maybe that's just always been something possible around me and I'm freaking out and... I don't know."
"I don't want her hurt either, babe, but she's growing up. And we can't keep her safe all the time. If we teach her, if we give her the tools to keep herself safe and let her know that we trust her, and that she can come to us if she ever has any questions, feels like she's in danger, that she can come to us and be safe... boys or demons or whatever, she'll be as ready as anyone can be. As we were." *small smile* "More ready than I was, anyway."
*slow nod, eyes open and he's looking at her now, eyes still wide and scared and guilty, but oh definitely paying attention now* "I... that..." *well, obviously wasn't how it was with John...* "... that makes sense." *swallows, nods* "Think I haven't messed up too much already?"
*smiles, reassuring, calm, steady. there. loving him, even with the shotgun incident. or especially because of* "Nah. She'll get over her tantrum now, and you two will talk, and if you need me to sit down with you two and translate, I think I can manage. And she'll probably roll her eyes at you, but ... you'll be fine." *soft kiss again* "You wouldn't be doing this if you didn't care, and she knows that. Hasn't quite figured out how to deal with it yet, but she knows, and that's good."
*soft kiss equally returned, and leans his forehead against hers, swallows* "I... I'll do my best." *small sigh, then... yeah. His brain is actually functional now?* "Do I... wait for her to calm down, or should go talk with her tonight?"
"Maybe after dinner? She ought to be pretty... you both ought to be pretty calm by then."
*small nod, arms move to hug her tighter, better* *a beat* "You think Johnny'll laugh for under ten minutes or over when he gets the full of this?" *another beat* "... or Sam?"
"Sam? Oh, he won't stop laughing for a while, not when he doesn't have a baby girl of his own to deal with." *wry chuckle* "Johnny might stop, he has to deal with her complaining about shotguns to him, too."
*nods, lips... kinda quirk up too* "Right." *small sigh* "What was I thinking?" *as a teenager? as trying to be a father? with the shotgun? with the arguments? With... um. life, overall? All of the above?*
"Well..." *settles onto his lap, now* "If I remember right, when we made Lia, you were thinking how good that felt riiight there..."
*arms go around her waist before even his brain kicks in, then he blinks, and chuckles, actually, surprisedly, chuckles* "Still does."
"Good." *chuckles, too, settling into his arms* "The rest, well. Seemed like a good idea at the time."
*smiles, sighs, draws her against him, holding her tight* "It... is. Still is, of course. I just... don't know if I'm right for it." *his turn to kiss her temple. "But you sure know how to get me to try doing it... as close to right as I can get, I guess."
*snuggling into him, smiling* "Well, you didn't ... it's not like anything in your life prepared you for this. I actually was a teenage girl. I remember what my parents did, and I got through that okay, so they must have been doing something right."
*nods, just holds on* "Better than just right. I'd be..." *shakes head.* "Love you."
"Love you too." *kisses him softly*
~~~
What's Lia's reaction to that bit of news?
O.O
Dean'd just go very queitly, "um. Your mom said so."
Lia: *blink. blink blink*
Dean: "Yeah. um... Yeah."
Lia: Uhh....
Dean: Um. I'll be there for the talkin', not the... rest of it? *attempting to be, whatever, comforting?*
Lia: *almost automatically snarky* I think the doctors kick people out for that part of it.
Dean: Smart people, some doctors.
Lia: *small smile*
Dean: *encouraged!* I... *deep breath* Sorry, kiddo?
Lia: 's okay. *slightly broader smile* Johnny says you don't know any better.
Dean: 'course he says so. 's 'cause I beat him to the shotgun.
Lia: *cracks up*
Dean: *grins, which probably makes his face look way younger than it does by then*
Lia: *hugs her Daddy, because, really, she does love him. even if he's scary and annoying sometimes*
Dean: *hugs her tight back, holding close and rubbing her back slightly, because oh hell yes he loves her so much*
*clears his throat* Yeah... I'm gonna try to do a weee bit better?
Lia: *smiles* You better. Or I'll tell Mom and she'll kick your ass.
Dean: ... she will, at that.
Lia: She already did, kinda. I bet the expression on your face when she told you you were coming to the doctor with me...
Dean: *eyes her* I thought you were going to do your homework then.
Either way, I, um. *deep breath* 'm not gonna try to embarrass you for that?
Lia: *whistles, looks innocent, then smiles* 'kay. I'll try to behave, too.
Dean: Oh I hope so. 'cause if you don't, your mom will kick your ass. And I wouldn't want that.
Lia: *winces at the thought* Yeah
Dean: *smiles, tugs her in for a tighter hug again* Right, um. Want me to know somethin' before we really set about... that?
Lia: *hugs back tightly, waits till they're settled into it before* Well, I'm not having sex yet.
Dean: *can't help a bit of a relieved sigh... even if he manages to keep it a small one!* Smart girl.
Lia: ... come on, Dad, you didn't really think I was?
Dean: No, actually, although I'd bet more on not finding anybody interesting enough yet than on not having really considered it; but it's nice to have a confirmation.
Lia: ... Pretty much. I mean, a couple of guys tried, but... *grins, proud of herself*
Dean: *manages to not growl, go him?* Mmm. Anybody gotten too insistent?
Lia: Well, maybe, but I just... um. *a little sheepish* You .. know that hunting knife you been missing?
Dean: *blinks, then snorts* You have it on you when you go out, or you left it in somebody's jewels?
((Cassie: *FACEPALMS* She's your daughter.))
((Dean: DEFINITELY.))
Lia: *giggles. kind of blushes too, 'cause, damn, Dad, that's some straight up talk* No, I haven't had to use it on anyone yet.
Dean: *nods, slightly relaxes* Good. Better when it's that way, but still. Very good that you've gotten it. *and, well, it's Dean. She's probably heard more over table talk before Cassie manages - or decides to bother with - to shush him*
Lia: Seeeee. I'm not completely retarded. *but grinning, 'cause, she made her Daddy proud*
Dean: *kisses her temple* Never thought you were. Not you. *a beat* The boys, that's where-- *clears his throat* No. You aren't retarded.
Lia: *kisses his cheek, beaming* You're cute when you're totally floundering, Daddy.
Dean: *straightens up* I'm not floundering. I don't do floundering.
Lia: You totally were.
Dean: *small twitch of his lips, but straight face generally* Was not. I was, um. Trying to not backslide.
Poor spazzy flailing Dean.
Just wait till Johnny starts dating.
no.
Till Lia starts dating.
No, Dean, you may not sit around waiting for her boyfriend with the shotgun
Do you think not being permitted to will stop him?
Nah
*snickers*
he's just got... too much of a history
I think Lia's reaction to him waiting up for her boyfriends with a shotgun will stop him
well probably, after the fifteenth time or so
Amelia: "DA-AD!"
Dean: "Yeah?"
Amelia: "This needs to stop. NOW."
Dean: "Yeah? Why'd you think somethin' like that?"
Amelia: "Because you and your freaky ... thing with the shotgun is the new big thing at my school, that's why. Because I am allowed to have a social life without my dad threatening to shoot people!"
"There's a difference between social life and boys spending time with you alone."
"Why, you think all boys are like you?"
"Mmhm. Enough of 'em."
"You think I can't tell the difference between a guy who wants to get in my pants and a guy who might actually be a nice person?"
((Sam: Thaaaat's a trap.))
"Those aren't mutually exclusive, and no, I don't think you can."
"Gee, thanks, Dad. Nice to know what you really think of me."
((Sam: *facepalm*))
"That's all right. Try that question again in, oh... thirty years."
"Thirty YEARS?"
"What? Judgment takes time to develop!"
"No way."
"Too way."
"You are so not keeping me prisoner for thirty years."
"Nah. Your mom would kill me if I tried that."
... "Mo-om!"
Cassie: *facepalms*
Dean: *so doesn't put away the shotgun*
Cassie: "What are you two fighting about now?"
Dean: "Bit of rocksalt ain't gonna do any permanent damage either."
Amelia: "Permanent damage? I'm the freak of the school! With my ... survivalist freaky daddy!"
Cassie: "Amelia!"
Dean: "You mean they haven't caught on already? Kids these days..."
Amelia: "GOD. You are so..."
Cassie: "Amelia, go do your homework."
Dean: "Now, now, no need to get HIM involved. He's way too likely to pay attention."
Amelia: *flounce!*
Cassie: *facepalm*
Dean: *small headshake, but shoulders don't slump down until she's out of the room*
Cassie eyes him, sighs. "You're intimidating enough without the shotgun, you know."
Dean: "Yeah? You've seen some of those basketball or volleyball playin' kids? Or football, for that matter?"
"I've seen them. Size doesn't make them intimidating. They're teenagers. They're impressionable. And so's your daughter."
"That latter bit there's likely to be the problem." Small sigh. "I've observed too much of impressionable girls and how easy they can be persuaded or goaded in things they might later... regret. Not that I've really got any kid in trouble, but..." *jawclench*
*doesn't even go into that* "Well, right now she's being persuaded not to talk to her father about anything in her life that she thinks you might disapprove of, which is a hell of a lot."
*eyes... widen a little, jaw works around the words.* "... right."
*sighs, more gently* "If she thinks she can't take her boyfriends home safely, pretty soon she just might not take them home at all. And what are we going to do then? Lock her up?"
*stubborn Dean is stubborn, even if his voice sounds more contrary than serious* "I could always follow her around and make sure of things. With the shotgun."
"You're not that unreasonable. And you don't want to give her an actual reason not to trust you."
"... no. Just not to trust them."
"But you'd be the one skulking around and following her with a shotgun."
"Uh. huh. And that'll make those who have somethin' to hide nervous. ... or should."
"And how do you think it'll make your daughter feel?"
"Protected."
"It might have made you feel protected, when you were surrounded by demons and ghosts. But it only makes her feel overwhelmed and like she can't do anything for herself."
*stares* "So what, I'm supposed to sit by and do nothin'? Like that's such a good idea either!"
"I didn't say that, Dean, and you know it. There is a middle ground between threatening teenagers with shotguns and not caring, not doing anything."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. For one thing, you're taking her to her first gynecologist appointment."
o.O
"Uh-huh. She'd old enough for one anyway, she can get the vaccine and you can talk to her about maybe being responsible enough to take charge of her own birth control pills."
...
Cassie: *tries not to laugh too much, but does smile* "Might give you some insight into how teenage girls feel, too. You and her and the doc can all sit down and talk about sex and responsibility."
Dean: *just sits down and stares*
Cassie: *calmly waits for him to regain his powers of speech*
*eventually swallows, and tries... something* Provided... I don't get kicked out of the doctor's office before we reach that point?
*almost a grin* Well, you'll just have to keep calm and controlled, won't you?
"... yeah. I'm so good at that."
"You can do it. For your daughter."
*runs hand over his face, shoulders slump*
*goes sits next to him, combing fingers through his hair, slinging an arm over his shoulders*
"I'm... ... totally..." can't do anything right "I totally don't know how to do this, Cassie. Any of this."
"I know." Slight smile. "You don't exactly have a history of getting to know the women in your family. But it'll give you some time to get to know the woman your daughter is growing up to be."
*swallows, closes his eyes* "Just. Too long on the other side of the fence. Everything's lopsided. I'm gonna make a mess of this too--" *catches himself, sighs* "I'll... see how ... I'll try."
*hugs him tight around the shoulders, kisses his temple* "She knows you're not perfect." *snorts* "After threatening her last, what was it, three boyfriends with the shotgun? She'll just be glad you're putting it away. And just being willing to talk to her about these things, even if you don't know what to say or get stuck, that'll help."
"Four. Although I'm not sure that one with the runny nose was actually a boyfriend or a test for me." *leans a bit towards her, though ough body so tense, but leaning his head down. And his arm moves to hold her back, because habit, and need...* "I don't want her... hurt. Or worse. Even with the--" *chokes only a little at using the word, but gets over it* "--gynecologist thing set up, there's still... you know." *shakes head* Or maybe that's just always been something possible around me and I'm freaking out and... I don't know."
"I don't want her hurt either, babe, but she's growing up. And we can't keep her safe all the time. If we teach her, if we give her the tools to keep herself safe and let her know that we trust her, and that she can come to us if she ever has any questions, feels like she's in danger, that she can come to us and be safe... boys or demons or whatever, she'll be as ready as anyone can be. As we were." *small smile* "More ready than I was, anyway."
*slow nod, eyes open and he's looking at her now, eyes still wide and scared and guilty, but oh definitely paying attention now* "I... that..." *well, obviously wasn't how it was with John...* "... that makes sense." *swallows, nods* "Think I haven't messed up too much already?"
*smiles, reassuring, calm, steady. there. loving him, even with the shotgun incident. or especially because of* "Nah. She'll get over her tantrum now, and you two will talk, and if you need me to sit down with you two and translate, I think I can manage. And she'll probably roll her eyes at you, but ... you'll be fine." *soft kiss again* "You wouldn't be doing this if you didn't care, and she knows that. Hasn't quite figured out how to deal with it yet, but she knows, and that's good."
*soft kiss equally returned, and leans his forehead against hers, swallows* "I... I'll do my best." *small sigh, then... yeah. His brain is actually functional now?* "Do I... wait for her to calm down, or should go talk with her tonight?"
"Maybe after dinner? She ought to be pretty... you both ought to be pretty calm by then."
*small nod, arms move to hug her tighter, better* *a beat* "You think Johnny'll laugh for under ten minutes or over when he gets the full of this?" *another beat* "... or Sam?"
"Sam? Oh, he won't stop laughing for a while, not when he doesn't have a baby girl of his own to deal with." *wry chuckle* "Johnny might stop, he has to deal with her complaining about shotguns to him, too."
*nods, lips... kinda quirk up too* "Right." *small sigh* "What was I thinking?" *as a teenager? as trying to be a father? with the shotgun? with the arguments? With... um. life, overall? All of the above?*
"Well..." *settles onto his lap, now* "If I remember right, when we made Lia, you were thinking how good that felt riiight there..."
*arms go around her waist before even his brain kicks in, then he blinks, and chuckles, actually, surprisedly, chuckles* "Still does."
"Good." *chuckles, too, settling into his arms* "The rest, well. Seemed like a good idea at the time."
*smiles, sighs, draws her against him, holding her tight* "It... is. Still is, of course. I just... don't know if I'm right for it." *his turn to kiss her temple. "But you sure know how to get me to try doing it... as close to right as I can get, I guess."
*snuggling into him, smiling* "Well, you didn't ... it's not like anything in your life prepared you for this. I actually was a teenage girl. I remember what my parents did, and I got through that okay, so they must have been doing something right."
*nods, just holds on* "Better than just right. I'd be..." *shakes head.* "Love you."
"Love you too." *kisses him softly*
~~~
What's Lia's reaction to that bit of news?
O.O
Dean'd just go very queitly, "um. Your mom said so."
Lia: *blink. blink blink*
Dean: "Yeah. um... Yeah."
Lia: Uhh....
Dean: Um. I'll be there for the talkin', not the... rest of it? *attempting to be, whatever, comforting?*
Lia: *almost automatically snarky* I think the doctors kick people out for that part of it.
Dean: Smart people, some doctors.
Lia: *small smile*
Dean: *encouraged!* I... *deep breath* Sorry, kiddo?
Lia: 's okay. *slightly broader smile* Johnny says you don't know any better.
Dean: 'course he says so. 's 'cause I beat him to the shotgun.
Lia: *cracks up*
Dean: *grins, which probably makes his face look way younger than it does by then*
Lia: *hugs her Daddy, because, really, she does love him. even if he's scary and annoying sometimes*
Dean: *hugs her tight back, holding close and rubbing her back slightly, because oh hell yes he loves her so much*
*clears his throat* Yeah... I'm gonna try to do a weee bit better?
Lia: *smiles* You better. Or I'll tell Mom and she'll kick your ass.
Dean: ... she will, at that.
Lia: She already did, kinda. I bet the expression on your face when she told you you were coming to the doctor with me...
Dean: *eyes her* I thought you were going to do your homework then.
Either way, I, um. *deep breath* 'm not gonna try to embarrass you for that?
Lia: *whistles, looks innocent, then smiles* 'kay. I'll try to behave, too.
Dean: Oh I hope so. 'cause if you don't, your mom will kick your ass. And I wouldn't want that.
Lia: *winces at the thought* Yeah
Dean: *smiles, tugs her in for a tighter hug again* Right, um. Want me to know somethin' before we really set about... that?
Lia: *hugs back tightly, waits till they're settled into it before* Well, I'm not having sex yet.
Dean: *can't help a bit of a relieved sigh... even if he manages to keep it a small one!* Smart girl.
Lia: ... come on, Dad, you didn't really think I was?
Dean: No, actually, although I'd bet more on not finding anybody interesting enough yet than on not having really considered it; but it's nice to have a confirmation.
Lia: ... Pretty much. I mean, a couple of guys tried, but... *grins, proud of herself*
Dean: *manages to not growl, go him?* Mmm. Anybody gotten too insistent?
Lia: Well, maybe, but I just... um. *a little sheepish* You .. know that hunting knife you been missing?
Dean: *blinks, then snorts* You have it on you when you go out, or you left it in somebody's jewels?
((Cassie: *FACEPALMS* She's your daughter.))
((Dean: DEFINITELY.))
Lia: *giggles. kind of blushes too, 'cause, damn, Dad, that's some straight up talk* No, I haven't had to use it on anyone yet.
Dean: *nods, slightly relaxes* Good. Better when it's that way, but still. Very good that you've gotten it. *and, well, it's Dean. She's probably heard more over table talk before Cassie manages - or decides to bother with - to shush him*
Lia: Seeeee. I'm not completely retarded. *but grinning, 'cause, she made her Daddy proud*
Dean: *kisses her temple* Never thought you were. Not you. *a beat* The boys, that's where-- *clears his throat* No. You aren't retarded.
Lia: *kisses his cheek, beaming* You're cute when you're totally floundering, Daddy.
Dean: *straightens up* I'm not floundering. I don't do floundering.
Lia: You totally were.
Dean: *small twitch of his lips, but straight face generally* Was not. I was, um. Trying to not backslide.