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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 18, 2009 18:55:07 GMT -5
The smile broke through. "I! Hate! You!" she laughed, giving his arm a good, deserved slap in sync with each sporadic exclamation. Settling back into her position with her arms crossed, she shook her head, wishing she did a better job at keeping a straight face.
With the previous laughter came up all of the rest of the emotions she'd kept bottled up inside, so she felt a little relieved, but now that he was lightening up, it was like he didn't care as much about the weight of what he'd said, which bothered her even more. It made her mad that Dean could so easily let go of something, and she...couldn't.
Why was she such a coward?
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"Oh, yes, dat's right," Oliver gasped, coming to the realization and being astonished by it. He looked over and Logan and smiled--well, he could deal with being a knight for today. He wanted to have a sword, and dragons didn't have swords.
Oliver scratched his head, something he too had picked up from his father.
He exploded with excitement at the idea, and nodded. "Yah!" he quickly agreed, going onto his knees to start on their bridge.
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Post by Dean on Nov 18, 2009 19:14:44 GMT -5
"I! Hate! You!"
Dean laughed loudly as she hit his arm. "Ah, yes. I love you too." He smirked, his eyes going back to Logan and Oliver as they played. Dean grew up, never really talking about what bothered him. Something that was passed down through the Winchesters over the years.
But he managed a way to get it out, and follow it with something funny. That was his way of dealing, as hard and weird as it was.
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"Oh, yes, dat's right,"
Logan gave a nod as he started adding more sand into the back of the dump truck. As he pushed it along, he made all the right noises that a truck should make. "An' dey beave fire." He added with a grin as he dumped the sand before them.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 18, 2009 19:22:21 GMT -5
Scoffing, Emma didn't look back at him. "Sure," she muttered apathetically, not really putting any particular tone or emotion into the single-worded answer. Clearly she wasn't going to get anything out of Dean--his damn pride was keeping everything covered up with humor--so she started to go by the boys, like Logan had requested earlier.
Why were men always so reluctant to talk about things that were bothering them? Or, hell, if it was bothering their woman, they were even more hesitant! Just didn't make any sense... Oh, well. Maybe this was the perfect example. She wanted something from him. Again. Fuck.
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This caught Ollie's attention, and he picked his head up, smile failing. "How dey do dat?" he asked, tilting his head. How could something...breathe fire? That didn't seem right. He tried blowing out, but only got a gush of hot air.
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Post by Dean on Nov 18, 2009 19:27:15 GMT -5
"Sure,"
Dean rubbed the back of his neck and followed her over to the boys. What did that mean? Sure... His mind went into over-drive as he crouched before the boys, examining their castle. "Ah, you're making a bridge, huh? You two need a mote, after that." He told them, smiling down at them and ruffling Logan's hair.
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"How dey do dat?"
Logan lifted his head in time to watch Ollie try to breath fire. His smile widened and he let out a laugh. "Joo can't do eet. Only dey can do eet." He chuckled, feeling his hair getting ruffled, he looked up at his daddy. "Daddy, how da dwagons beave fire?"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 18, 2009 19:32:14 GMT -5
Caught off-guard, Oliver stood up with his hands firmly in fists at his hips. "Well joo no know dat, meester man!" he told Logan very matter-of-factly, not wanting to be proven wrong yet. Daddy could make fire whenever he wanted. Why couldn't he? Maybe he could learn it from Daddy. Why was Logan the boss of everything?
"Yah, joo tell Lo-Lo dat Daddy can breave fire, too!" he demanded of Uckle Dee, pointing a finger, stopping their construction for the time being.
Emma sighed, putting a hand to his back. "Relax, baby boy. Be nice."
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Post by Dean on Nov 18, 2009 19:37:41 GMT -5
"Well joo no know dat, meester man!"
Logan perked a brow at Oliver, taking to his feet too. "Yeah huh." He told him, looking to his Daddy. "Daddy, tell Ollie dat dwagons can beave fire!"
"Yah, joo tell Lo-Lo dat Daddy can breave fire, too!"
Dean was stuck in the middle of the boy's fight. "Uh.." He looked to Emma for a little help. "Relax, baby boy. Be nice." Yes, cause that was so helpful. He rubbed at the back of his neck. "Logan. Mutants can produce fire too, like Uncle Cian." He told him.
"But.. dwagons can do eet too." Logan added. Dean nodded. "Yes, dragons can do it too." He smiled. "Be nice." He said softly. "You don't wanna hurt Oliver's feelings, do you?" Logan looked at him, and then to Oliver, and shook his head.
"Sowwy."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 18, 2009 19:49:10 GMT -5
Emma got a sudden wave of sarcasm from Dean and sent him a hard look. He was so not helping this situation. Maybe it was better if they...well maybe not "grew apart" so to speak, but weren't together as often. Especially after her fight with Harmony...
Oliver nodded decisively, as if he won the battle, but then Dean continued to talk. His face fell, but he nodded, knowing that they were both right. He looked to Logan and nodded. "I sowwy, too. Le's build da brige!"
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Post by Dean on Nov 18, 2009 19:57:09 GMT -5
Dean looked over, just at the right time to see Emma give him a hard look. "What?" He asked, brows furrowed as he starred at her. What was he suppose to say?
"I sowwy, too. Le's build da brige!"
Logan nodded. "Daddy, joo feel da bucket." He said, giving out orders. He grinned as he looked to his aunt Emma. "Aun' Em-Em.. Joo can..." He looked to Ollie. "Was she do?" He asked, looking confused.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 18, 2009 20:09:50 GMT -5
Emma awaited instructions with a grin on her face, elbow on her knee as she sat down on the edge of the sandbox, chin resting in her palm. "What, handsome? What can I do?" she asked, smile brightening. If Dean was going to be confusing and evasive, she wasn't going to bother with him. Guess being in Hell changed a man. Not that she expected anything less.
Tapping his chin, Oliver looked upwards while he thought of what his mother could do. "She..." he drawled, not coming up with anything for a long time. "She make more cassles!" he conjured, eyes lighting up.
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Post by Dean on Nov 18, 2009 20:14:03 GMT -5
Dean shrugged as Logan looked up at him. "I no wanna make cassles no mores." He declared. "I ssweeng, daddy, joo push?" He asked, taking to his feet and wiping off his jeans. Dean nodded, making aface as he did so. "Yeah.. that'll work."
Logan ran over towards the swings, trying to climb onto it without any help. Instead, he fell on his stomach, his feet dangling as he laugh. "'Ook at me." He laughed, looking upside down at his daddy and aunt Emma. "I ees upsi-down."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 18, 2009 20:43:17 GMT -5
Taken by surprise at Logan's sudden change in mood, Oliver looked to his mother, who sympathetically plucked him from the sandbox and dusted his overalls off. "Wanna swing, love?" she asked, willing to go where ever he wanted. When he nodded, she smiled. "Okay. Go on, go catch up to Logan."
Beaming, the boy took off in a run. Emma lagged behind, wanting to get whatever she could out of Dean; determined to get something. He couldn't make fun of her like that and get away with it. She was going to get something right back.
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Post by Dean on Nov 18, 2009 20:48:27 GMT -5
"'Ook at me." He laughed, looking upside down at his daddy and aunt Emma. "I ees upsi-down."
Dean smiled, shaking his head at his son. Everything made him smile, and laugh. Sometimes he wished he could be like that. Never had the chance to live a normal life, a nice care-free childhood. Slowly, he took to his feet, following in step next to Emma. "What was that look for?" He asked, glancing over at her. "Back there." He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb.
Logan giggled, and continued to swing on his stomach. Who needed a push when you could swing upside down? "Ollie!" He laughed as he saw him running up. "I ees upsi-down!"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 18, 2009 21:12:49 GMT -5
Dean coming to her side surprised the shit out of her. He was willing to talk now? Well, fine. Maybe this was going to work in her favor. "What look?" she played for the time being, wanting to lead him into this without completely pulling him by the neck.
Laughing along with him, Oliver ran up to the swing beside him and laid down on his stomach and started to swing. "Yah!" he giggled, throwing his arms up. "Me too!" The looks Mommy and Uckle Dee were giving each other were throwing him off. Did they not like each other anymore?
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Post by Dean on Nov 18, 2009 21:20:26 GMT -5
"What look?"
"Oh, don't give me that 'what look?' crap, Emma." He told her, shaking his head. "What do you want me to say?" He asked, shoulders raising. "That.. I regret it? That I hate coming to you when something is wrong?" His brows furrowed as he kept going on.
"I don't." He spoke up after a moment of silence. "I don't regret it, and I don't hate coming to you. Yeah, maybe our spouses hate it.." He sighed. "But what I can do? Stop seeing you, just to please Harmony?" He turned to her, arms crossed over his chest. "You willing to do that? You willing to just throw our--whatever we have-- away? Just please someone you love? I want the world for Harm and those kids, and god damn it." He turned away from her, walking away and sitting on a nearby bench.
Logan stopped, seeing Daddy looking slightly mad at Aunt Emma. What were they doing? Where they mad at each other? What did Daddy do? He plopped down off the swing, and looked to Ollie. He saw it too, he knew he did.. What in the world was going on over there?
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 18, 2009 21:29:25 GMT -5
Whipping around, she pointed a finger at him. "Then don't give me that 'Oh, I'm so selfish, woe is me,' crap," she snapped, mimicking his lower voice for the part she quoted him. Blown out of the water by his going on and on, Emma took a step back, as if she was being pushed back by the force of his words. "I didn't say that, don't put words in my mouth."
He turned on his heels and walked away. What was she going to do? Go after him? Go after him, like a desperate little school girl chasing the boy she was too young to have? Emma felt sick to her stomach thinking about wanting Dean. She suddenly wanted Cian to be close to her.
Oliver exchanged a glance with Logan, cocking a brow. "Wass goin' on ova dere?" he muttered, pointing to their parents. "Joo daddy go 'Wahh!'" he mimicked the yelling, "and den my mommy go 'Ahhh!'" Scrunching up his mouth, he looked back to the adults.
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Post by Dean on Nov 18, 2009 21:38:44 GMT -5
"Then don't give me that 'Oh, I'm so selfish, woe is me,' crap, I didn't say that, don't put words in my mouth."
He suddenly took to his feet and walked quickly back to her, pointing a finger at her. "No. You didn't. You never do, Emma! But you thought it. And don't lie.. I know you way better than you think." Yes, he was angry. Angry about everything. Nothing made sense anymore. He loved Harmony, and Logan and Reagan.
But there was that slight part of him that would deny, deny, deny; if ever said out loud. Part of him wanted her too. But that was gone, wasn't it? They both moved, on and grew up and found people who loved them with all their heart and soul. And they both had kids who didn't deserve to be in the middle of all this.
"So what now, huh?" He asked, throwing his hands up in the air. "You gonna give me the silent treatment? Block yourself off from me?" He ran a hand through his hair and down his face. "God damn it, Emma.. You are the most--" His hands turned to fists as he raised them and dropped them back to his side. "Stubborn, and smartest person I know!"
"Joo daddy go 'Wahh!'" he mimicked the yelling, "and den my mommy go 'Ahhh!'"
Logan cocked his head to the side as a laugh escaped at Oliver's version of what was going on between the two adults. "My daddy no cy.." He shook his head. "He bave." He smiled, and watched the scen unfold with worry in the pit of his stomach.
Daddy was mad.. Logan looked to Oliver, and then back to his daddy. "He mad.."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 20, 2009 22:01:12 GMT -5
With a growing flame to the edge of her words, she replied, "Am I the only one who sees the flaw in that sentence alone?" Throwing her hands up, she whipped back to Oliver's godfather and pointed a threatening finger at him. "Keep out of my thoughts! They're in there, and not out here, for a reason." Her throat began to feel raw, and she focused on dropping her air for a moment. Her eyes averted to the boys, but then snapped back to Dean when he continued to throw arrows at her that she knew she wouldn't be able to go without deflecting somehow.
"The silent treatment? Have you left seventh grade, Dean Winchester? Would you like a juice box? I have some in my bag for Oliver. Because he's a toddler. If you're too thick, I am implying that you are acting like a child."
Her steps faltered backwards once, not knowing what he was talking about with that, so she chose not to reply.
Frowning, Oliver nodded, "I know dat. Mah daddy ees bave, too, joo knows." Getting off of the swing was a challenge, and he slipped, falling onto his backside, sitting there motionless before he recollected where he was and what had happened before climbing to his feet. "Yah. Mommy too."
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Post by Dean on Nov 20, 2009 23:06:29 GMT -5
"Am I the only one who sees the flaw in that sentence alone?" Throwing her hands up, she whipped back to Oliver's godfather and pointed a threatening finger at him. "Keep out of my thoughts! They're in there, and not out here, for a reason."
He stood there, silent a moment as he stared at her. "YES!" He screamed, drawing attention to them. "But for god's sake, Emma. You know it's true." He snapped back at her.
"The silent treatment? Have you left seventh grade, Dean Winchester? Would you like a juice box? I have some in my bag for Oliver. Because he's a toddler. If you're too thick, I am implying that you are acting like a child."
Oooohhhh, she was pushing his buttons, and hard. "I'm not dense, thank you very much!" He said, starring at her. Even now, he couldn't glare at her. Only stare, slightly aggravated and angry. "But you knew that, and you know that.." He said, making a face and shaking his head. "I deal with my problems. Do you? So what if I deal with them with humor. That's my way!" He said, throwing his hands into the air, then through his hair.
"God.. you.. " He mumbled, making a strangling motion with his hands. "So stubborn!"
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"I know dat. Mah daddy ees bave, too, joo knows."
Logan smiled, watching Oliver fall on his butt. "Ya, I knows." He grinned, nodding. His eyes going back to them, watching his daddy make strange gestures with his hands. He tilted his head, making his face scrunch up. "Yah. Mommy too." He nodded. "Dey weally mad.."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 20, 2009 23:19:06 GMT -5
"And I'm just the bad girl who avoids her problems by keeping them inside until I'm ready to hash them out with my son's godfather," she retorted sarcastically, refusing to push any further, mostly because she didn't know if she could reach. Her stomach clutched itself in a tight grip, and did not let go--in fact it tightened as he reached out to make a strangling motion.
This had gone on way too far. Emma grabbed his hand, taking a powerful step forward, and pressed his thumb to her neck. "Is that what you want? Because goddamn it, that's how it was supposed to happen. For shit's sake..." Sighing, she didn't once look away from his eyes, breath weighted. "I'm supposed to be dead, Winchester." She scowled at him. "I know I am."
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Post by Dean on Nov 20, 2009 23:24:13 GMT -5
"And I'm just the bad girl who avoids her problems by keeping them inside until I'm ready to hash them out with my son's godfather,"
He starred at her. "That's not what I said, now you're the one putting your-- You know what I mean!" He sighed. And just like that, she was close to him, making him press his hand to her neck. His brows furrowed as he watched her.
"Is that what you want? Because goddamn it, that's how it was supposed to happen. For shit's sake... I'm supposed to be dead, Winchester. I know I am."
His mouth went slightly agape as he starred at her, quickly moving his hand away from her. "No." He told her, shaking his head. "I don't want that, but damn it, Emma.." He sighed. "You are just so.. stubborn, and it pisses me off that you won't admit the obvious here.."
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