You Can't Promenade Alone - Oneshot
Dean had been all set to hate her first boyfriend from the moment she had declared that she thought Prince Eric was cute when watching The Little Mermaid. He already had a plan to make the kid never have an impure thought about his daughter if he valued his life. It involved his favorite sawed-off and meeting the kid by the trunk of the Impala. Dean would make sure that the machete and shovels were in plain view.
“I don’t like this,” Dean voiced, standing on the porch of the Kent Farm. They were out in Smallville visiting for Martha Kent’s birthday. The night before, Holly had decided to inform her parents that she had been asked to a senior prom. Chloe was all for it. Dean? Well, he had his reasons for being less than thrilled that his sixteen year old had been asked to go.
Oliver took a sip of his coffee, standing next to him. “It can’t end that badly.”
“Connor’s not a bad kid, but…”
“What?”
“I’ve seen some of the dumbasses he hangs out with. They remind you of anyone?”
“We’re reformed,” Oliver said, remembering his past in addition to Dean’s. Neither of them had been particularly monogamous in their youth.
“And until then?”
Oliver seemed to agree with this statement, looking out to the fence where Holly and his son Connor were sitting. Though there was a year difference in their ages, they had been good friends their entire lives. It had been through Connor that Holly had met Kyle Montgomery and got invited to the Excelsior Senior Ball. “Maybe we should keep an eye out.”
“Chloe and Dinah won’t let either of us near there.”
He was about to take another sip of his coffee but stopped, the cup pausing halfway to his mouth. “I can see what Bart’s doing that night.”
“Sam can help. Andrew owes me one too.”
“What’d he do this time?”
“Scratched the Impala with a shovel on the last hunt,” Dean answered glancing towards the door that just opened. His son walked through the door, munching on a sandwich. “Hey, Andy, clear your schedule on the 30th.”
“Why we got a hunt?” He asked through a mouthful of food.
“Nope, you’re on guard duty,” he said, nodding his head towards where Holly was sitting across the yard.
“No way,” Andrew protested, looking towards his younger sister. “She’ll kill me. And after she’s done, mom will.”
“Better you than me, kid.”
Andrew grumbled heading back in the house. Mentally, he was deciding that he was going to learn not to ask questions and leave the room before Dad could wrap him up in one of those stupid ideas. He was twenty years old for god’s sake - he’d like to live to have a legal drink at least.
“All this because he scratched the paint job?” Oliver asked amusedly, glancing towards the door.
“He knows the house rules.”
Across the yard, Connor looked out of the corner of his eye, seeing his father and Holly’s father were still on the porch.
“You really think they’re plotting?” Connor asked dubiously, glancing back at Holly.
She let out a laugh, rolling her eyes. “Of course they are,” she concluded, tying a piece of grass between her fingers. Conversationally, she added: “How much are you paying this Kyle kid anyway?”
“Couple hundred and I’m taking care of some infractions on his record,” he responded with a shrug of his shoulders. Then a smile broke out on his face. “It’s a steal - doesn’t know what he signed up for.”
“All this to take me to your prom without the parents knowing?” Holly teased, a smile coming to her face.
“It’s better than having to listen to them talk about it. Plus, we’ll have a decoy in place so we won’t be followed all night.”
“Excellent point.”
“I don’t like this,” Dean voiced, standing on the porch of the Kent Farm. They were out in Smallville visiting for Martha Kent’s birthday. The night before, Holly had decided to inform her parents that she had been asked to a senior prom. Chloe was all for it. Dean? Well, he had his reasons for being less than thrilled that his sixteen year old had been asked to go.
Oliver took a sip of his coffee, standing next to him. “It can’t end that badly.”
“Connor’s not a bad kid, but…”
“What?”
“I’ve seen some of the dumbasses he hangs out with. They remind you of anyone?”
“We’re reformed,” Oliver said, remembering his past in addition to Dean’s. Neither of them had been particularly monogamous in their youth.
“And until then?”
Oliver seemed to agree with this statement, looking out to the fence where Holly and his son Connor were sitting. Though there was a year difference in their ages, they had been good friends their entire lives. It had been through Connor that Holly had met Kyle Montgomery and got invited to the Excelsior Senior Ball. “Maybe we should keep an eye out.”
“Chloe and Dinah won’t let either of us near there.”
He was about to take another sip of his coffee but stopped, the cup pausing halfway to his mouth. “I can see what Bart’s doing that night.”
“Sam can help. Andrew owes me one too.”
“What’d he do this time?”
“Scratched the Impala with a shovel on the last hunt,” Dean answered glancing towards the door that just opened. His son walked through the door, munching on a sandwich. “Hey, Andy, clear your schedule on the 30th.”
“Why we got a hunt?” He asked through a mouthful of food.
“Nope, you’re on guard duty,” he said, nodding his head towards where Holly was sitting across the yard.
“No way,” Andrew protested, looking towards his younger sister. “She’ll kill me. And after she’s done, mom will.”
“Better you than me, kid.”
Andrew grumbled heading back in the house. Mentally, he was deciding that he was going to learn not to ask questions and leave the room before Dad could wrap him up in one of those stupid ideas. He was twenty years old for god’s sake - he’d like to live to have a legal drink at least.
“All this because he scratched the paint job?” Oliver asked amusedly, glancing towards the door.
“He knows the house rules.”
Across the yard, Connor looked out of the corner of his eye, seeing his father and Holly’s father were still on the porch.
“You really think they’re plotting?” Connor asked dubiously, glancing back at Holly.
She let out a laugh, rolling her eyes. “Of course they are,” she concluded, tying a piece of grass between her fingers. Conversationally, she added: “How much are you paying this Kyle kid anyway?”
“Couple hundred and I’m taking care of some infractions on his record,” he responded with a shrug of his shoulders. Then a smile broke out on his face. “It’s a steal - doesn’t know what he signed up for.”
“All this to take me to your prom without the parents knowing?” Holly teased, a smile coming to her face.
“It’s better than having to listen to them talk about it. Plus, we’ll have a decoy in place so we won’t be followed all night.”
“Excellent point.”