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Holiday Drabble # 12 - Supernatural
Holiday Drabble # 12
Supernatural, Weechesters
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sarah_p who wanted weechesters involving the Impala
Rated G
“Please, dad, make the bad man stop,” Dean complained, covering his ears from the backseat.
John glanced at him in the rearview mirror, but before he could respond, Sammy turned around and said, “Dad said I got to pick the music.”
“Key word being music. This is just awful. What the hell is this?”
“Dean. Mouth,” John said.
Dean sighed. “Sorry, but c’mon, dad, this is terrible. A cool car like this should not be filled with this crap.”
John looked at Sam and said, “It’s Sammy’s choice, so keep quiet.”
“Dad…”
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Sammy took the opportunity to stick his tongue out at Dean. Then he began singing along at the top of his lungs, “His name was Rico, he wore a diamond…”
John couldn’t help but smile at the horrified look on Dean’s face. He shrugged and said, “You’re the one who let him wander off at the mall, dude.”
“So you were pissed about that?”
John shrugged again and said, “This is a better punishment than any I could think up.”
“It’s not punishment, dad. It’s Barry Manilow. Mrs. Chase told our class all about him,” Sam said.
“No, dad's right, Sammy. It's punishment, all right."
"Is not."
"Is too."
"Is not."
"Even dad thinks this music sucks, Sam.”
“Zip it, Dean,” John stated. He looked at Sam and said, “We do need to work on your music tastes, kiddo.”
Supernatural, Weechesters
For
sarah_p who wanted weechesters involving the ImpalaRated G
“Please, dad, make the bad man stop,” Dean complained, covering his ears from the backseat.
John glanced at him in the rearview mirror, but before he could respond, Sammy turned around and said, “Dad said I got to pick the music.”
“Key word being music. This is just awful. What the hell is this?”
“Dean. Mouth,” John said.
Dean sighed. “Sorry, but c’mon, dad, this is terrible. A cool car like this should not be filled with this crap.”
John looked at Sam and said, “It’s Sammy’s choice, so keep quiet.”
“Dad…”
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Sammy took the opportunity to stick his tongue out at Dean. Then he began singing along at the top of his lungs, “His name was Rico, he wore a diamond…”
John couldn’t help but smile at the horrified look on Dean’s face. He shrugged and said, “You’re the one who let him wander off at the mall, dude.”
“So you were pissed about that?”
John shrugged again and said, “This is a better punishment than any I could think up.”
“It’s not punishment, dad. It’s Barry Manilow. Mrs. Chase told our class all about him,” Sam said.
“No, dad's right, Sammy. It's punishment, all right."
"Is not."
"Is too."
"Is not."
"Even dad thinks this music sucks, Sam.”
“Zip it, Dean,” John stated. He looked at Sam and said, “We do need to work on your music tastes, kiddo.”