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dudeimbatman) wrote2009-02-16 04:10 pm
dudeimbatman) wrote2009-02-16 04:10 pm
Be my, be my, [Be my little rock n' roll queen]
["Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive. But to be young was very heaven." - William Blake]
Things were shitty with Sam. They barely talked anymore and neither one of them could look the other in the eye. As a result, there was very little that made Dean smile these days. However, that very little did not include Matthew. He couldn’t help grinning at the kid, especially when said kid recognized that his dad was pretty down and did things specifically to make him grin.
Right now, Matthew was regaling him with Guitar Hero antics. He was playing ‘Rock You Like A Hurricane’ by the Scorpions. He wasn’t getting all the notes right but he was having a lot of fun doing it. Right now he was trying to play behind his back and headbang at the same time; semi-unsuccessfully. It didn’t matter, the whole point of the exercise was to make Dean smile and that part was wholly successful.
Part of it was that Matthew was so earnest about wanting Dean to be happy. Part of it was just the kid was funny. When he finished the song (just barely) he handed the guitar to Dean.
“Your turn, Dad,” he told him, a toothy, little kid grin on his face.
“Okay, you gonna stay and cheer me on?” Dean asked Matthew, one eyebrow quirking up at the little boy.
“Uh huh,” Matthew nodded as he bounced on the couch twice before plopping down next to Dean. “Kay, here it comes,” he warned him.
Dean really wanted to get out his lighter and teach Matthew how to hold up the lighter but he knew Brooke would kill him. Also, Matthew was five. He was a little young to be playing with fire. Instead, he fished his cell phone out of his pocket and flipped it open. “Go turn off the lights then stand over there with the phone up in the air.”
“Why?” Matthew asked but he was already scrambling off the couch to do as Dean had told him to.
“Just what you do at a concert,” Dean responded.
“Can I go to one?” Matthew asked as he climbed up on a chair to turn the lights out and then ran back over to the spot Dean had told him to stand, arm raised high in the air.
“Yeah, when you get a little older I’ll take you to see someone awesome,” Dean told him as he started to play the opening notes of the song.
“Who?” Matthew continues to question him.
“Don’t know who’ll be awesome and alive when you’re old enough. We gotta wait and see,” Dean told him. He looked up at Matthew and grinned. “Right now, you’re slackin’ on your cheering duties.”
Matthew giggled and let out a high pitched whooo sound.
“Now we just gotta get your Mom in here and my rockstar fantasy will be fulfilled.” So he’d altered his fantasies a bit since finding out about Matthew. They more often included Brooke and the five year old than twins.
“Momma! Dad needs a groupie!”
Dean nearly choked laughing. “I did not teach him that word!” he hollered back at the home office Brooke was working in. He could see Brooke walking into the living room with a smile on her face out of the corner of his eye. Yeah, his fantasies had changed some but he was pretty damn sure he liked them better this way.
Things were shitty with Sam. They barely talked anymore and neither one of them could look the other in the eye. As a result, there was very little that made Dean smile these days. However, that very little did not include Matthew. He couldn’t help grinning at the kid, especially when said kid recognized that his dad was pretty down and did things specifically to make him grin.
Right now, Matthew was regaling him with Guitar Hero antics. He was playing ‘Rock You Like A Hurricane’ by the Scorpions. He wasn’t getting all the notes right but he was having a lot of fun doing it. Right now he was trying to play behind his back and headbang at the same time; semi-unsuccessfully. It didn’t matter, the whole point of the exercise was to make Dean smile and that part was wholly successful.
Part of it was that Matthew was so earnest about wanting Dean to be happy. Part of it was just the kid was funny. When he finished the song (just barely) he handed the guitar to Dean.
“Your turn, Dad,” he told him, a toothy, little kid grin on his face.
“Okay, you gonna stay and cheer me on?” Dean asked Matthew, one eyebrow quirking up at the little boy.
“Uh huh,” Matthew nodded as he bounced on the couch twice before plopping down next to Dean. “Kay, here it comes,” he warned him.
Dean really wanted to get out his lighter and teach Matthew how to hold up the lighter but he knew Brooke would kill him. Also, Matthew was five. He was a little young to be playing with fire. Instead, he fished his cell phone out of his pocket and flipped it open. “Go turn off the lights then stand over there with the phone up in the air.”
“Why?” Matthew asked but he was already scrambling off the couch to do as Dean had told him to.
“Just what you do at a concert,” Dean responded.
“Can I go to one?” Matthew asked as he climbed up on a chair to turn the lights out and then ran back over to the spot Dean had told him to stand, arm raised high in the air.
“Yeah, when you get a little older I’ll take you to see someone awesome,” Dean told him as he started to play the opening notes of the song.
“Who?” Matthew continues to question him.
“Don’t know who’ll be awesome and alive when you’re old enough. We gotta wait and see,” Dean told him. He looked up at Matthew and grinned. “Right now, you’re slackin’ on your cheering duties.”
Matthew giggled and let out a high pitched whooo sound.
“Now we just gotta get your Mom in here and my rockstar fantasy will be fulfilled.” So he’d altered his fantasies a bit since finding out about Matthew. They more often included Brooke and the five year old than twins.
“Momma! Dad needs a groupie!”
Dean nearly choked laughing. “I did not teach him that word!” he hollered back at the home office Brooke was working in. He could see Brooke walking into the living room with a smile on her face out of the corner of his eye. Yeah, his fantasies had changed some but he was pretty damn sure he liked them better this way.