mini_dean: (Kid - Pout)
"This blows," he muttered, tossing the ball against the wall in his room, instead of packing. Again. He refused to move again. And after the fight he had at school, he was grounded to boot. But Mom had the last say, and he was expected to just go with it.

Moving again. This time somewhere that Dean couldn’t find them.

This sucked. It sucked hardcore and the fact Ben didn’t get a say in it made him hate it all the more. Part of him wanted to just pack up his bag,hop on his bike and go out and find him. But Ben is old enough to know that he’s just a kid and a cop would find him and bring him home before he could get out of town.

He missed Dean; and it was weird because Dean really had only been around for a year. But it had been a really fun year. Dean paid attention to him and had been teaching him so many cool things. Ben was pretty sure he was the only one in his school that could rebuild a transmission. Well, sure, Dean did most of it and Ben could use more practice, but that was beyond the point. Dean and he did cool things together - guy things; things that his mother just didn’t understand.

I'm Not Moving... )
mini_dean: (Kid - Huh? Pie!)
Ben sat off to the side of the field, watching the other kids at T-Ball practice with their fathers, playing catch and practicing hitting the ball. The game was going to begin soon, and all he could do was play with the ties on his glove while he waited.

"Hey, kiddo. What's wrong?"

Ben looked up at his mother and shrugged a bit. "Nothin'. Just don't got anyone to warm up with."

Lisa smiled a bit, and went to kiss her son on the top of his head. Ben, however, shifted and got out of the way, looking at her. "Not in front of the team, Mom!"

"Ok... ok." She held her hands up. "Is there something I can do to help you warm up?"

"No. You're a mom. Moms aren't supposed to help. Dads help and Moms sit in the bleachers."

"Ben. We've been though this..."

"I know Mom." Ben rolled his eyes. "You're special because you get to be both. But you're a chick and chicks can't play ball."

"Oh really?" Lisa got up and took the baseball out of her son's glove. "Go stand out by third base."

Ben raised an eyebrow, then sighed and ran out to the base. Lisa watched him a moment, then tossed the ball to her son - overhand - so that it would reach him easily, but gentle enough not to hurt him. Ben caught the ball, then looked at his mother in shock.

"So? What you think about that?" Lisa asked him.

"That was awesome!" Ben threw the ball back, not making it all the way but it got there. "You really rock, Mom."

"I'm glad you think so," Lisa said with a smile. "So can I help now?"

Ben thought a moment, then nodded. "Sure. You're better than half the dads anyway. They only toss underhand."
mini_dean: (Kid - Huh? Pie!)


That's from my birthday party!!! It was epic. There was a moon bounce filled with chicks, and a race car flags and even cars on the birthday cake that I'm eating, and I got the new AC/DC CD! And if you look at the black balloon, it has my name on it and Mom totally got them to use the letters that they use on the AC/DC covers! And see the tall guy dressed like me? That's Dean. He's totally my hero. Like, the next day he taught me how to get Ryan to give me back my gameboy. Mom wasn't really happy about that though...

And he's totally like Batman because he rescued me when I got kidnapped by changlings the next night. And I was like Robin in helping rescue the girls while he took on the big monster!

I don't know who that chick is in the background behind Dean though. Probably one of my mom's friends who only came to eat cake and leave me some crappy present.
mini_dean: (Kid - family)
Camping - Ben had always wanted to go camping with his father. With the boy scouts, or an RV trip with Mom cooking the fish they managed to catch.

Sitting around a campfire telling scary stories while making s'mores. Dad pretending there was a bear in the forest that would come out and get them, then crawling into his lap for safety at every cracking twig.

Falling asleep trying to count the stars, no matter how many times Mom said there were too many.

Skipping stones. Boating. Fishing. Hiking. The whole nine yards.

That would be Ben's perfect dream vacation.

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