Seasoned Hunter
Group: Members
Posts: 40,236
Member No.: 5,221
Joined: 24-June 06
|
Hello, people. Sorry I've been writing too much the past two days. There's just too many ideas popping up in my head, and I thought it would be best to use them, else my head's going to go crazy somehow. I'll try to finish my other ones, but they'll probably take some time. Hope you enjoy (even though I don't think it's that funny or funny at all)
Pssst, it contains a bit of swearing.
------------------------
Dean settled onto a red-leather couch, yawning from all that had happening this exhausting day of ghost hunting and butt kicking. He enjoyed it, but he sure needed some rest right now.
After falling into a deep slumber, he awoke again, and found Sam hunched over, reading through a pile of newspapers. He found his younger brother laughing to himself quietly, until he couldn't control it.
"What are you laughing about, Sam?" Dean asked, butting his head in. Suddenly, he found his name written across the page in a little box with dotted lines.
It said that he was up for a babysitting job, and even his number was up there. "Okay, that is just so not right. How the hell did my name get up there?" He demanded for an answer, confused. "I didn't sign up for any babysitting job!"
"I guess I have to agree with you. Wait... you actually did!" Sam chuckled loudly.
"Sam, I'm serious here." His older brother's brown eyebrows furrowed into a narrow glare. "Did you do this?"
"I'm afraid so." Sam nodded, and looked at Dean's expression. Then sighed. "Oh, come on, Dean. You have GOT to try babysitting and give it a chance! I mean, you've been saving babies for, like, your whole entire lifetime. I think you can manage."
"You really think so?" Dean's eyes were big now, and his glare disappeared into thin air. "You really think I can actually babysit?"
"Well, I guess so, from what I've seen from you so far."
"I guess I'm going to give it a try, then, if you say so."
An hour later, not too soon after reading the advertisement in the newspapers, Dean's cell phone started ringing one of his most favorite Metallica songs.
"Hello?" He picked it up, and answered. "Oh, hi. Yes, this is Dean. You want me to babysit your five year old daughter? Umm, sure, uh, where do you want me to meet you? The one... oh, okay. I'm only a couple of minutes away from there, so maybe I can get to that street just in time. Okay, thank you, bye."
"Was that..." Sam started, but Dean cut in.
"Yes, it's someone who's looking for me. I think I've got a job to get on with." Dean pulled his jeans over his boxer shorts, and put on his black leather jacket. "I don't know when I'll be back here, since she didn't say anything about it, so, while I'm gone, try your best to look for something. Okay, Sam?"
He nodded, and gave his brother a thumbs up while stifling a laugh. "Good luck, bro. You need it."
Shutting the motel room door behind him, Dean walked over across the street, his Impala without him. This time, he didn't feel like riding. Instead, he wanted to enjoy the cool, fresh air. Besides, Dean wasn't far from the woman's house.
As it finally came up to view later, just as she had described to him on the phone earlier, Dean smiled. Maybe this house looked better than he thought it was!
Knocking on the door, he met up with a young lady with long brown hair and hazel eyes. She looked to be the exact same age as Dean, only a bit younger.
"Hello, you must be, well, Dean Winchester, is that correct?" She asked, a smile forming at the corner of her lips. He nodded, and that made her more excited. "I have heard things about you, and, this morning, I found an advertise on the newspaper that you were babysitting, so I decided to give you a try."
Dean bit his lip, but managed to smile. "Give me the details."
Once the five year old girl's mom walked out of the house, Dean walked over to her and smild, patting her on top of her head. "Hey, I'm Dean. What's your name?" He asked softly.
"My name's Katie." She said in her squeaky voice.
"I like your name."
"Thank you. Want to have a tea party over at my club house outside?" Katie offered. "It's going to be really fun out there once you get to meet Mr. Bear."
Dean nodded, and accepted the offer. "Sure," he smiled. "I would love to meet you and your nice little friends."
After a couple of minutes later, Dean had made friends with a toy bear, but took it seriously. Suddenly, his cell phone rang again. This time, he found out it was his brother. "Hold on, just a second. Someone's calling me."
"Hello?" He answered the phone.
"Hey, Dean. It's Sam." The voice from the other line said. "I was just wondering how it's going over there." Then, he let out a laugh, but quickly stopped himself before going much further.
"Shut up, you shit face. You were the one who brought me into this!" Dean shouted to his defense. "Let's see YOU babysit someone at the age of five."
"Oh, don't worry. I can do much more better than you do, and I could calm down with the swearing when around the kids." He said, smiling on the other line. "Well, I was just checking up on your progress. Gotta go." Immediately, his brother hung up, and the phone line was dead.
"Damn it," Dean clicked his cell phone shut, and looked over at the girl, who was looking up at her. "What?"
"Can you please make me some black coffee?"
"Real black coffee?"
"Yes," Katie nodded. "I want real black coffee!"
"You're serious," he said, looking her straight in the eyes. "You want coffee?"
"YES!!!" She completely exploded, looking as if she was about to throw a fit over this. "I. want. real. coffee!"
"Fine," Dean exploded in exchange, not able to take the annoying five year old's temper tantrum. "I'll make you real coffee, if you shut up!"
Quickly, the girl shut her mouth, and was brought into the house as Dean was making coffee, silently. Then, he handed her over the cup.
Within fifteen minutes later, Katie was bouncing up and down, tearing posters off the walls (including the wall paper), putting a styrofoam cup into the blender, and trying to gobble up a television. It was like she gone completely mad and out of her mind.
When Katie's mom came back home with groccery bags, she smiled and kissed her little angel in the face. "Now, how did it go with you two?"
"Fine," Dean smiled, trying to cover up the fact of what was going on. But, Katie gave it away.
"Shut up, you shit face!" She shouted, combining some of the words that Dean had said earlir on the phone with his brother. "Damn it!"
Her mother's eyes were wide with shock, for she had never seen her daughter this way. As she stomped over to the dining room to put her paper bags down and to think about what was going on, she found out what had happened.
Out of nowhere, Katie waddled over in front of her mom, and puked out black coffee.
"Run!!!" Dean shouted, and jumped out the window, escaping from the house. This was his first babysitting job with someone else he didn't know at all, and now, he just walked away without cash.
That was some good progress...
|
Dean's First Babysitting Job, Could Dean handle it?
