Daddy Should Have Stayed in High School [Video+Action]

[dashboardlite]

Who: Dean and all the children.
Where: Hallways/Parlor
When: All day long~
Rating: G to PG
Summary: Dean gotta take care of the chirrun.
The Story:

Comments

uh, hallway I GUESS?

[itsahotone]

[As if he even needed to try to lure this one in. The second Santana sees him, she's more or less flying towards him.]

DEEEEEEEEEEAAAAN!!!

[dashboardlite]

[...oh my sweet Jesus it's a tiny girl in a tiny cheerleading uniform.]

...Santana?

[itsahotone]

[Bitch you better be ready to catch her, cause here she commmmmes! LEAP!]

Pick me up! Pick me uuuuuppp!

[dashboardlite]

[He crouches like the catcher in baseball, readying himself.]

Whoa- Okay, Jesus!

[...And then a little girl hits him in the chest like a cannonball. Dean falls flat on his back.]

...ow.

The parlor

[tobendthetide]

[Katara peeks around the corner, curious about what's in the parlor.]

I'm not a bug!

[She giggles and comes all the way inside.]

[dashboardlite]

What're you talkin' about, I know you're some kinda bug. Maybe like a rolly-polly.

[Dean grins.]

What's your name, sweetheart?

[tobendthetide]

A rolly-polly? What kind of bug is that?

[She looks up at him, her eyes wide.]

My name's Katara!

[dashboardlite]

A pillbug, it's got armor and it rolls around.

[They're pretty awesome.]

Katara, huh? Where're you from, anyway?

Parlor!

[thisisherson]

[Kurt gets the message, and he's really curious, so he heads down to the parlor to check things out himself. Once he gets there, he peeks into the room, hiding most of his body behind the door frame.]

You said you know stories?

[He's not sure why this is surprising, really. But he stares at Dean for a while, thinking about it.]

...You probably only know scary ghost stories, right? 'Cause of the hunting and stuff?

[And he doesn't want a scary story before he goes to bed. He'll have nightmares or something.]

[dashboardlite]

I can pull out the Brothers Grimm and change somethin', if you really want.

[He might as well offer. It's the nice thing to do with Kurt, since really scary stories might make him toss his cookies.]

...you gonna come in, or stay out there?

[Seriously, Dean is just happy that Kurt is talking to him.]

[thisisherson]

[Kurt peeks back out in the hall for a second, trying to decide. He's a little hesitant, but...deep down he knows that Dean didn't mean all those things he did, so he's not really worried. He decides to come inside, and goes right up to Dean and tugs on his pants.]

Do they have any stories about Princes or Princesses?

[Those aren't usually scary. They're full of love, and romance, and happily ever after, and the mermaid gets to keep her new legs and her voice, and the Beast gets a magic shave.]

[dashboardlite]

...uh. Snow White? [He grins crookedly.] I can poke around the books if you want.

[Wait, didn't Snow White get suffocated by a magical corset? And didn't Red Riding Hood get eaten? And didn't Sleeping Beauty get raped while she was unconscious? And didn't the Little Mermaid drown herself?

Maybe this isn't such a good idea.]

Hallway~

[sadfreezingbrit]

...Philip didn't catch that particular transmission, otherwise his tiny self may have remembered the last time Dean put on his bright and cheery voice to lure the darlings in and found himself more suspicious of the man than he'd want to be.

As it is he is too busy sitting at one of the windows on the first floor, pulling at the wood and banging against the glass, because why won't this mansion ever let him out he wants out he hates this place he hates this place he hates this place.

If he has been crying about this (and his red eyes and shimmering cheeks suggests that he might have) then there isn't much left of it now apart from the occasional whimper of frustration while he stubbornly keeps pulling at the window from different angles.

[dashboardlite]

...wow, that is...not a sight you see every day. No, sirree. Dean was just up for taking a leisurely stroll, and now there's a little blonde boy slamming his hands against the window like it's a life-or-death situation (Later Dean will come to regret making that comparison).

"Hey."

Damn, he's really going at it. That window is like Fort Knox.

"Hey, buddy. What's up?"

Dean moves in and crouches a few feet away.

[sadfreezingbrit]

Children often have a surprising penchant for performing in front of an audience. Having emotionally put up with his lot while unobserved the tears now come welling back in Philip's eyes.

"I want out!" he whines, tiny fingers tightly lodged between the windowpanes.

[dashboardlite]

Crap, now he's crying. Quelling his instantaneous panic, Dean scrambles for a solution.

"Okay, okay, calm down. Take a deep breath, little man. I'll take you outside. Where d'you wanna go, huh?"

In the hallway with a runnie babbit

[spirit_cobra]

Little Sorrow is out and about, though it would probably be hard to tell that that was who he was. An almost runty child of about four, he's gaunt, pale, and rather dirty looking. He's dragging his only companion, an old stuffed bunny, around by its arm while he searches for someone...anyone.

He rubs his pale eyes as he walks, looking around him warily. He doesn't like the quiet, and he hates being alone.

[dashboardlite]

"...hey. Hey, kid."

Dean's patrolling the hallways, because there's no telling who could get into serious trouble if left alone.

"You okay?"

[spirit_cobra]

He pauses and turns to look back at him, his face oddly expressionless. The bunny is tugged a little closer to his side, its threadbare skin scrapping over the floor.

There's almost a vague recognition in his eyes, and as such he hazards a step closer. Finally, he raises his arms, empty hand outstretched in the most basic request any child could make.

[dashboardlite]

Dean wishes he knew who the kid was, but the gesture he's making is unmistakable. Sighing heavily, Dean moves closer and bends at the waist, lifting the boy up and balancing him on one hip with an arm around his waist.

"You're not lookin' so good, kid. You wanna get somethin' to eat?"