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Post by Logan on Apr 11, 2012 12:24:23 GMT -5
Man of the houseHe kicked the soccer ball down the hall, before bending over and letting it hang loosely under his arm. Walking into the living room, he saw his dad sitting down watching tv. "Hey Dad," He called softly.
Dean looked over, perking a brow. "Wanna play some soccer?" He asked, holding up the ball. "Sure thing, Lo." Logan grinned, walking towards the front door.
He quickly walked down the stairs and around the house to the back yard. "I'll be goalie." He called, rolling the ball across the front yard to Dean, as he got into position in front of the net. "C'mon, Dad. Try to get one past me." He grinned, knowing it was fair game to use his powers.
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Post by Dean on Apr 11, 2012 12:31:55 GMT -5
Father and SonIt was a quiet day.
Harmony took Regan shopping with her, food and clothes. They were getting low on bread, and sandwich meats. So, naturally Dean stayed at home with Logan. Hearing a ball tumble down the hallway, he looked behind him, seeing Logan emerge from his bedroom.
"Hey Dad, Wanna play some soccer?"
Dean smirked, turning off the tv and taking to his feet. "Sure thing, Lo," He nodded, and quickly followed him outside and around the house to the backyard. "I'll be goalie." He declared, which made Dean laugh softly as the ball came tumbling toward him. "Alright." He grinned, as he kicked the ball around.
"C'mon, Dad. Try to get one past me."
Looking up, Dean just nodded and kicked the ball, knowing damn well Logan was going to lean to the right and block it. But to his surprise, the ball quickly jerked to the left and away from the goal. "Oh, so we're using our powers are we?" He asked with a chuckle as Logan kicked it back.
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Post by Logan on Apr 11, 2012 12:39:05 GMT -5
"Alright."
Logan readied himself near the net, crouching low and swaying back and forth with a wide smirk on his face. As Dean kicked to the right, Logan quickly squinted his eyes, making the ball scoot to the left and away from the goal.
"Oh, so we're using our powers are we?"
Logan laughed heartily as he shrugged, kicking it back. "One out of five?" Logan questioned, knowing it was nearing lunchtime. "Alright, here comes number two." Dean chuckled. "After this it's lunch and then I gotta talk to you."
Logan raised a brow. "About what?" Logan questioned, eyes full of curiousity. Was something wrong? Did they know he got a C on his spelling test? Swallowing roughly, Logan shook his head. "Can we have lunch now instead?"
Dean nodded lightly. "Sure, c'mon. I'll make hot dogs and mac and cheese." Sighing, Logan walked over, grabbing the ball and headed back inside. After washing his hands, he walked into the kitchen, taking a seat at the island.
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Post by Dean on Apr 11, 2012 12:48:00 GMT -5
"About what? Can we have lunch now instead?"
Dean watched silently as he picked up the ball and headed back inside. Closing his eyes a moment, he sighed and followed behind. He quickly got to work on making hot dogs and mac and cheese as Logan washed up. He was just adding the cheese sauce to the macaroni when Logan took a seat at the island.
"Y'know," He started out, as he made a plate. "It amazes me how big you've gotten." Seemed just like yesterday he was two. Now, well... now he was eight. Smart as a whip, and funny to boot. "I'm really proud of you, you know that?" He questioned as he placed some of the mac and cheese on the plate.
"Can I have some juice?"
Dean nodded, dropping what he was doing and opened the fridge to hand him a capri sun. His mind fumbled with how to tell his son he'd be going away soon. Course, the last time he left... he was sure he wasn't coming back. Hell, even now he wasn't sure if he'd be back.
"Mom's been crying again."
"What?"
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Post by Logan on May 15, 2012 16:53:32 GMT -5
"Y'know," He started out, as he made a plate. "It amazes me how big you've gotten."
Logan stayed silent, nodding softly when the time was right or when it seemed Dean needed a response. But for the most part, he sat there silently. He watched as Dean stirred the mac and cheese and took the hot dogs out of the boiling water.
"I'm really proud of you, you know that?"
His brows furrowed as he looked up at his dad. "Why?" He asked, as if the mere thought of Dean being proud was out of the question. "What?" Logan sighed as Dean passed a plate to him. He grabbed for the hot dog buns and shrugged softly.
"She cries. She thinks I don't hear, but she does." He replied softly. "The last time she cried, you..." His sentence trailed off as he quickly looked to his dad. "Your not leaving, are you?" His brows crinkled and his eyes teared up as he starred up at his dad. "Why?"
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Post by Dean on Aug 9, 2012 10:56:22 GMT -5
"Why?"
Dean's brows furrowed as he starred at his son. "What do you mean why?" He asked, half-laughing. "Do I really have to have a reason to be proud of my son? C'mon, Lo. I know you, what's going on?" He asked lightly as he leaned against the island.
"She cries. She thinks I don't hear, but she does." He replied softly. "The last time she cried, you..."
Dean looked away as Logan squeaked out his next few words. "Your not leaving, are you? Why?" Taking in a deep breath, he quickly rounded the small island and took a seat next to Logan. "I'm sorry." He began, in a soft voice.
"I'm sorry you hear mom crying, and I'm sorry she's crying at all, Lo." This wasn't going to be easy, was it? Scratching right above his brow, he sighed. "Yeah buddy, I'm uh..." He cleared his throat as he starred down at Logan. "I'mma be gone for awhile..."
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