Anon asked: “I think we need to talk” prompt
“I think we need to talk.”
John Winchester looked up from the papers he had laid out on the kitchen table when his oldest son spoke. He looked at his wife wife questioning eyes, but she didn’t appear to know what was going on either.
“Alright, Dean,” He said, taking his reading glasses off. “What’s up?”
“Well,” Dean stopped. He took a deep breath and started again. “You know how I played football my freshman year and really liked it, but then tried out for baseball and realized that I liked that way more?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, well it’s like that, except it’s not,” Dean said, like everything made absolute sense. John stared at him for a moment, then looked to Mary again.
“Dean, you’re going to have to explain a little bit more,” She said taking a seat next to John.
“Okay. Um, you know how I love pie, but every now and then you make a cake and I think that it’s just the best thing in the universe and I swear I’ll never eat any other kind of dessert again?”
“Dean, could you maybe stop with analogies and get to the point?” John asked. Dean blushed and nodded.
“Right okay. I, uh. Me and Cas are dating.”
“Okay.” John picked his glasses back up and Mary went back to what she was making for dinner. Dean remained where he was, mouth opening and closing like a fish.
“That’s it?” He asked. “I just came out to you and all you have to say is okay?”
“Well it’s not like it was much of a secret,” John said. “You two made out in front of the house for fifteen minutes the other night. I thought I was going to have to spray you with the hose.” Dean’s face turned even more red and John chuckled a little.
“If he makes you happy, we’re happy for you, Dean.”
“Thanks, Dad.” John nodded and went back to his papers.
“Oh, and Dean,” He said, stopping his son before he got all the way out of the room. “The next time you want to keep your relationship a secret, maybe tell Cas not to leave his underwear in your floor.”
Dean’s squeak of embarrassment and stuttered excuses were drowned out by John and Mary’s laughter.