Summary: Dean believes that the wooden spoon makes him a 'god' to Blake, Dylan, and Alex.
Dean didn't mind Alex and Dylan being there with Blake. He was grateful for the two being there for Blake.
Dean was stirring the cookie dough as the three teenagers sat around watching a movie. He wasn't sure what the movie was about.
Dean tried to tune out Dylan and Alex's argument; that was about which female character is hotter. Blake was uncomfortable about the argument topic, since he just wanted to watch the movie.
"I think Taylor Swift is hot." Dean was sure that Dylan said that.
"So is Michelle Obama." Alex replied in a somewhat dry/sarcastic tone.
There was silence and Dean dared to see what the boys were doing. He looked in the living room to see Dylan and Alex doing the wimpy fight. Blake was in the middle of the two boys and looked like he was trying to force himself into the back of the couch. He seemed like he was trying to get away from the hands and he looked uncomfortable.
Dean decided to interfere when Dylan started to pull Alex's hair.
He was holding the wooden spoon and looked at the two boys. "Alright! If you two don't stop fighting, I'm forcing you three into the corners!" Dean declared and waved the dough coated spoon at them.
Dylan and Alex stopped their wimp-fight and looked at Dean confused. Dylan released Alex's hair.
"I didn't do anything," Blake countered.
"Yeah, you didn't stop their fight," Dean said and went into the kitchen. There was the sound of hands hitting each other and the man returned, to see the two boys stop fighting. Dean pointed at the three with the wooden spoon, "That's it! Corners!"
Dylan scoffed and Dean pointed the spoon at him. "Don't make me go over there and whack you with the spoon." Dean looked at the teenagers. "Go to the corners." Blake went to stand in oner corner as Dylan went to another.
Alex went to follow Dylan, but Dean pointed the spoon at him. "Go stand in your own corner." Alex did as he was told. "Now don't leave your corners until the cookies are done baking and cooling off." Dean shook the spoon at them and went back to the kitchen to finish making the cookies.
The teens weren't facing the wall, and were standing in the corners, looking at each other.
"This is so stupid," Alex said.
"Whatever you were arguing about was stupid," Dean said from the kitchen. "Not one more sound out of you."
Dylan laughed and pointed at Alex, "You got told." Dean came back with a clean spoon and whacked Dylan on the head; just hard enough for it to sting for a few seconds. Dylan pouted and grabbed the spot on his head. The stinging went away, but he felt like his manliness was just insulted, because he got hit with a wooden spoon.
He looked at Alex who was pointing at him and had his mouth covered to hide his laughs. Blake just had his arms crossed and rolled his eyes. Dylan looked at his boyfriend and mouthed, "Shut up," at him.
Yeah, Dylan told him. Blake thought sarcastically and sat on the ground.
After the cookies were done and had cooled off, the four guys were in the living room. Dean was holding the wooden spoon and Blake looked at the coffee table.
Whatever Dylan and Alex were fighting about, they apparently settled it as Alex had his arm around Dylan's shoulders. Dylan bit a cookie in half.
"You put your feet on that coffee table, I'm going to hit you with the spoon." Dean threatened, and waved the wooden spoon at Blake.
"I didn't do anything," Blake said startled.
"Yeah, but you were thinking about it." Dean replied and held up the spoon. He shook it menacingly at Blake and Dylan snorted.
"Manners Dylan," Alex said.
Dylan made a disgusted sound and Alex rolled his eyes. He leaned over and kissed Dylan on the cheek anyway. Dylan ended up making a 'pleased' sound. Dean wasn't sure if it was because of the cookie or from the kiss on the cheek.
"You sent your cousin—" Roman started to say.
"He's my son now," Dean interrupted.
"Sorry. You sent your son and his friends to the corners?" Roman asked confused.
"His friends were arguing and he wasn't doing anything to stop it." Dean pointed out and crossed his arms.
"Why were you threatening them while holding a wooden spoon?" Seth asked. That was the part that he didn't get.
Dean just smiled, "The wooden spoon makes me their god."
"I hear you can start a religion when you have ten followers," Roman said. He didn't want to hear about Dean trying to be a parent. The key word was 'trying.'
Dean looked like he was thinking about it. "I probably have more than one thousand fans. I am God. Kiss my feet peasants."
Triple H realized that he had chosen the wrong moment to walk in on that sentence. "I don't even want to know what the hell you're talking about. Once you get over your weirdness, come see me in my office."
"The three of us?" Seth asked. He didn't do anything. Okay, he may have had gone to a bar and ended up waking up in a holding cell. He wasn't sure what he had done, but he vaguely remembered yelling at a flagpole and then tried to go skinny dipping in a fountain. Whatever else he did, Roman and Dean weren't telling him.
"Yes, the three of you." Triple H stated and left the locker room. He wasn't sure why he always kept walking in on his employees having the most weird conversations.
"I've done nothing wrong," Seth pointed out.
"Yeah, waking up in a holding cell is nothing." Dean replied, hoping he sounded sarcastic.
"So, how was day two of being a parent?" Roman asked, honestly curious.
"Well, I sent Blake and his friends to the corner. I also made cookies," Dean said.
"Why don't you make cookies for us?" Seth asked. He was aware he sounded whiny.
Dean snorted, "Because you don't ask nicely."
Seth seemed to think about it and looked at Dean. He made sure to pout a little as he asked, "Daddy? Can you please make me cookies?"
Dean threw a shirt at Seth's face, "No."
A/N: I got writer's block, halfway through. I feel bad because it might seem a little rushed.
I got the whole religion thing from the website Unfriendable.