It wasn’t just cold outside, everything was covered in snow. It was a lot, hopefully enough to keep most people away from Dean’s sales. He knew he wasn’t going to get through the day without punching a soccer mom, but he hoped it was only one instead of a whole dozen. ...
He gave John a separate set of keys and made sure he knew to meet back at the car promptly at nine o’clock so they could move on to their next destination.
“Ok.” Dean cracked his knuckles. “Remember what I told you?”
“I have to punch the soccer dads and trip the soccer moms.” John sighed. ...
Dean walked towards Target ready to knock anyone out who got between him and all the season’s hottest new toys.
“Hey!” Dean yelled at a random man. “Watch out.”
“I’m just standing here.”
“Yeah well, let’s keep it that way.” ...
He didn’t have any problems and only had to call one person a not nice word. It wasn’t even his fault. They were both reaching for the same toy, which they had plenty of and she shoved him to get to it first. He could have just ignored her but she didn’t have any manners so he didn’t feel bad about calling her a bitch once he checked to make sure no kids were around. She was a bitch and deserved to be called much worse than that. One of his helpers gave her a stern lecture about shoving and she still didn’t apologize. ...
When he filled up five separate baskets Dean got another one and made one last sweep of the toy aisle. He wasn’t shopping for his kids anymore He was shopping for all the kids who weren’t as fortunate as his. He picked things any kid would like, not just little boys.
(Oh, he cares about everyone, except for the kids of people he shoved!!!!)
Even though Dean was the last one of them to catch the cold, he was the first one who declared himself virus free. Sam knew that once again it was his determination that got him over it. He couldn’t be sick, not when he had lights to put up outside and three kids to take care of.
At first he was working with John. They got three bushes done before John gave up, punched him and went back to the barn. Anthony tried to help out next but like John before him he simply couldn’t do it correctly. Dean didn’t see what their problem was, it’s not like it was complicated. Sure he was specific, but not more so than any other dad in the country.
Each bush got exactly three hundred lights, no more and no less. The strings of lights contained three hundred twinkling bulbs which meant one string per bush. John understood all that but when he started to wrap the bushes Dean threw a shit fit because he was doing it all wrong. When people came to the house they weren’t supposed to be able to see the wires. Each wire had to be tucked into the evergreens and well hidden. That’s when John gave up, there was no way he was standing outside in the cold to listen to Dean give orders about proper bush illumination.
Anthony got the wires tucked in per Dean’s instructions but he wasn’t evenly distributing the lights. You had to work very evenly or you’d end up with a lopsided effect that people would pass and gawk at. ...
“If they start walking while we gone, you knock them down.” Dean said pointing at her. “Mikey, make sure they don’t start walking.” ...
“He’s a fag, I can’t have my son around that, it’s sick.”
“Oh no.” Dean sighed.
Calling Nathan retarded was bad enough, but there were some words people should never say. That was right near the top of their big list of words that were never to be uttered out loud. Coincidentally right above cunt, which Anthony’s father most certainly was.
Dreamwidth mikey!verse edition
DEAN IS AN ASSHOLE
It wasn’t just cold outside, everything was covered in snow. It was a lot, hopefully enough to keep most people away from Dean’s sales. He knew he wasn’t going to get through the day without punching a soccer mom, but he hoped it was only one instead of a whole dozen.
...
He gave John a separate set of keys and made sure he knew to meet back at the car promptly at nine o’clock so they could move on to their next destination.
“Ok.” Dean cracked his knuckles. “Remember what I told you?”
“I have to punch the soccer dads and trip the soccer moms.” John sighed.
...
Dean walked towards Target ready to knock anyone out who got between him and all the season’s hottest new toys.
“Hey!” Dean yelled at a random man. “Watch out.”
“I’m just standing here.”
“Yeah well, let’s keep it that way.”
...
He didn’t have any problems and only had to call one person a not nice word. It wasn’t even his fault. They were both reaching for the same toy, which they had plenty of and she shoved him to get to it first. He could have just ignored her but she didn’t have any manners so he didn’t feel bad about calling her a bitch once he checked to make sure no kids were around. She was a bitch and deserved to be called much worse than that. One of his helpers gave her a stern lecture about shoving and she still didn’t apologize.
...
When he filled up five separate baskets Dean got another one and made one last sweep of the toy aisle. He wasn’t shopping for his kids anymore He was shopping for all the kids who weren’t as fortunate as his. He picked things any kid would like, not just little boys.
(Oh, he cares about everyone, except for the kids of people he shoved!!!!)
http://bitchandjerk.livejournal.com/29354.html#cutid1
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OMGWTF???
Even though Dean was the last one of them to catch the cold, he was the first one who declared himself virus free. Sam knew that once again it was his determination that got him over it. He couldn’t be sick, not when he had lights to put up outside and three kids to take care of.
At first he was working with John. They got three bushes done before John gave up, punched him and went back to the barn. Anthony tried to help out next but like John before him he simply couldn’t do it correctly. Dean didn’t see what their problem was, it’s not like it was complicated. Sure he was specific, but not more so than any other dad in the country.
Each bush got exactly three hundred lights, no more and no less. The strings of lights contained three hundred twinkling bulbs which meant one string per bush. John understood all that but when he started to wrap the bushes Dean threw a shit fit because he was doing it all wrong. When people came to the house they weren’t supposed to be able to see the wires. Each wire had to be tucked into the evergreens and well hidden. That’s when John gave up, there was no way he was standing outside in the cold to listen to Dean give orders about proper bush illumination.
Anthony got the wires tucked in per Dean’s instructions but he wasn’t evenly distributing the lights. You had to work very evenly or you’d end up with a lopsided effect that people would pass and gawk at.
...
“If they start walking while we gone, you knock them down.” Dean said pointing at her. “Mikey, make sure they don’t start walking.”
...
“He’s a fag, I can’t have my son around that, it’s sick.”
“Oh no.” Dean sighed.
Calling Nathan retarded was bad enough, but there were some words people should never say. That was right near the top of their big list of words that were never to be uttered out loud. Coincidentally right above cunt, which Anthony’s father most certainly was.
http://bitchandjerk.livejournal.com/29449.html#cutid1