Chapter One: Whipped
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"Dean! You big poopie head!” screamed a very angry three-year-old Buffy Summers.
The young boy in question turned around and responded by sticking out his tongue.
"Baby!" Dean mocked his blond friend.
"Yea huh!” shouted the young Winchester.
"Alright! What's all of this screaming about?"
The two children guiltily glanced at the tired, greasy John Winchester. The two friends quickly turned to face one another and within seconds seemed to come to a decision about the previous argument.
"Dean started it.”
John rubbed his face in frustration and took a deep breath before proceeding.
"Dean, Buffy, enough!" John commanded to the two squawking children.
Immediately, silence ensued...for three seconds.
"Dean pulled on my pigtails!!” Buffy hurriedly tattled to the adult.
"Nuh uh!” Dean counterclaimed loudly.
"Yes, you did!" hollered the furious, green-eyed spitfire.
"That's enough” John ordered, "Dean Winchester, apologize to Buffy."
Dean glared at the smug and satisfied blond.
"Sorry, Buffy." the boy apologized reluctantly.
Buffy beamed at her friend and rushed towards him to give him a hug. After a tight squeeze, she then gave him a small peck on the cheek.
"Come on, Dean! Auntie Mary promised to make cookies!"
And with that conflict resolved, the two friends bolted into the Winchester house leaving behind a thoroughly exhausted John Winchester.
John shook his head and signed.
"Well, looks like we know who wears the pants in THAT relationship." John commented with a chuckle.
Before John could fully appreciate the peace and quiet, Mary hollered for her husband.
“John Winchester, I thought you promised to fix the sink!”
John cringed and quickly replied,” I will, Mary.”
“You will, huh? When? Today? Tomorrow? Next Tuesday? A YEAR from now?!” Mary shrieked.
“Ah, hell, Mary-”
“And don’t you swear! What if Buffy and Dean hear you!”
John flinched in response. Lately, Mary has been on a rollercoaster of moods. One moment she’s happy, the next angry. Oh, no. What if she’s pregnant?
With that thought, John trudged towards his home in resignation while praying to God that Mary didn’t find out that he forgot about the lawn, as well.