[Dean grabs a rag and wipes his hands on it before approaching his Mom. He grabs her by the shoulders, pulls her in dramatically and then is stopped cold by the tray the lemonade tray is on. The edge of it digs into his chest as he's got his head tilted, lips pursed for a kiss. His eyes go wide as he realizes what he almost did.
Yeah Mom's a babe but she's still MOM. He jumps back with a squeal worthy of a thirteen year old girl.]
Holy mother of God! Jesus Christ Superstar!
[He scrubs his hands over his face and head attempting to scrub his brains.]
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Yeah Mom's a babe but she's still MOM. He jumps back with a squeal worthy of a thirteen year old girl.]
Holy mother of God! Jesus Christ Superstar!
[He scrubs his hands over his face and head attempting to scrub his brains.]