"Mom!" Joshua's voice carried through the house along with the sound of the front door slamming. "Dad!" Joshua called up the stairs from the living room. "There's someone on the phone for you!" "You know, if you're ever lonely or just want someone to hang with, you can totally call me." Garrett said smoothly to Sophie as he sat at the island in the kitchen, Joshua rolling his eyes as he took a drink of water.
"Kitchen!" Sophie called as she poured water into the vase that held the flowers
Joshua had gotten her for Mother's Day, smiling when he ran into the room. "Hey baby, how was school?"
Joshua grinned and accepted the glass of lemonade his mother handed him. "Amazing!"
Sophie smiled. "Something tells me you only feel that way because it was the last day."
"Eh, that too." Joshua shrugged and grinned some more as Dean came into the kitchen and dropped his keys on the island. "Can Garrett come over?"
"Uh yeah, sure I don't mind." She said.
"Oh! I have something to tell you!" Joshua grinned.
"Josh, bud, come on." Dean started. "She really doesn't need to know."
Sophie looked between the two. "What don't I need to know?"
Dean scratched behind his ear as Joshua grinned. "Ms. Bigler hit on Dad!"
Sophie snorted with laughter. "Ms. Bigler? Isn't she like, what, 60?"
"I don't find it all that funny." He pouted as Joshua and Sophie kept laughing. "Okay, why don't you call Garrett and tell him he can come over?"
Joshua nodded and walked to the living, laughing the whole way.
"Dean." Sophie giggled at the look on his face. "The pout really doesn't work for you, Sammy, yes, you? Not so much."
"I'm glad you find this funny." He complained as he grabbed a glass for lemonade.
Sophie got a pout on her face. "I'm sorry. It wasn't that funny."
"So she was actually 60?" Dean asked, smirk on his face.
"Cute." Sophie said, smacking him with a dish towel.
"Who is it?" Dean called back.
"I dunno." Came his muffled reply. "Some dude!"
Dean sighed and made his way downstairs. "All right. I'm here."
Joshua handed him the phone and ran outside with Garrett.
"Hello?" Dean asked.
"Just what the Hell do you think you're doing?"
Dean's brows shot up and his heart started racing. "Dad?"
"What are you doing?" John asked again.
"I'm just....standing here?" Dean said slowly.
John rolled his eyes. "What are you doing at Sophie's?"
"I'm--I just...."
"Don't you dare hurt that girl or her son. I'm telling you right now Dean." Dean cringed at the tone his Father was using. "Dean?"
Scratching behind his ear he asked quietly, "Yeah?"
"Can you open the door for me, I'd like to see my Grandson." John smiled.
"Stop hitting on my Mom. She doesn't need jail time." Joshua told him.
"Hey, I could be your future Step-Dad. I so will not hold back on grounding you, Mister!" Garrett whispered to him.
Joshua stared at him a for a few minutes. "I highly doubt that."
Sophie laughed softly at her sons reply as Sam helped her take the turkey out of the stove, almost dropping it when she seen John walk into the kitchen.
"John!" Joshua grinned and ran over to him.
"Dad?" Sam asked, standing there shocked.
"You know my Dad?" Dean asked Joshua.
"John's my Grandpa??" Joshua grinned.
"Who's John?" Garrett asked.
Too Much Of a Good Thing
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