Summary: Fathers help their teenage son make snowmen and soup as a way to bond with them.
Dean and Blake were sitting on the couch, watching Star Wars.
Dean was annoyed that Blake never saw Star Wars. He heard of it, but never bothered with it. Blake also got his middle name from one of the characters in the series.
So Dean forced him to watch the movies anyway.
Parents bond with their kids by watching Star Wars. Right?
Well Dean wanted to be that type of parent that is involved with their child's life. At least his dad tries doing that, after he got out of prison. Dean gives his dad points for trying.
Blake was spending the night as usual. Dean didn't mind as he sometimes gets lonely at times.
The teenager ran in Dean's room, startling Hestia and Ares that were curled up on the bed, and poked Dean's cheek.
"Wake up. It snowed," Blake said. He was getting excited. He started poking Dean's shoulders. "Are you sleeping?"
"Yes."
Blake frowned, "But you got to help me make a snowman."
"I'm sleeping." Dean muttered and rolled over so his back was facing Blake.
Blake frowned, "You're no fun."
"I eat fun like Pac-Man," Dean said. He waved Blake off, "Go build a snowman with Morpheus."
Blake frowned, "That hurts me."
"Sorry," Dean said.
Dean lied awake on the bed, petting Ares as he purred. He felt like a jerk by blowing off his new son off like that. When Dean was still living at home, and wanted to make homemade soup with his dad after Charles got out of prison, his dad would do it, no matter how tired he was.
He made his decision.
Blake rolled the snow on the ground. There was at least enough snow for a snowman or two. It wasn't snowing at the time, but he figured that it was okay.
All of a sudden, snow pelted his neck and ear. He looked to see Dean walking up and smiled.
"Come on child. Let's make the most badass snowman," Dean said.
Blake chuckled and Dean helped him roll the snow.
After they rolled the snow, it came out looking a little lumpy and slightly dented.
Dean tried to fix the snow as Blake made another ball of snow. "I think this is the best we can do for this part." Blake nodded and threw snow at Dean. It hit him in the arm. Dean looked back at him, "Blake Anakin Skywalker!" Blake felt his cheeks heat up. Dean continued, "If you're going to throw snowballs, at least aim higher."
Dean helped Blake put the ball snow on top of the other ball.
"Go find some rocks and sticks," Dean said.
Blake nodded and did as he was told. He found twelve rocks and two sticks. He only stopped in his mission to wave to Mike, Paul, and some woman.
Who's that woman? Blake questioned and went back to Dean. He was trying to smooth out the lumps and dents. "Who's that woman?"
Dean looked to see who Blake was talking about. He clearly remembered who it was. "That's Mike's ex-wife," Dean said. "He told me that they sometimes have threesomes."
Blake's felt his eye twitch, "That was information that I could've lived without knowing."
"That's what I said when Mike told me that," Dean said. He rolled another ball of snow for the head and put it on top of the body.
Blake put the rocks on the body and Dean put the sticks in. Blake looked at the smiling snowman. "It needs something."
Dean nodded in agreement. "It needs a hat, gloves, a scarf, and sunglasses."
"Let's go find it," Blake said. They went inside the house to go find the things. They found the stuff and went to put it on the snowman. "I think I'll name it, Billy-Bob."
He had taken a picture to send to Roman and Seth. Dean just smiled, "Hey. I can show you how to make my dad's soup."
Blake just smiled.
Roman received a picture of a snowman. It had a Pepsi hat, a scarf, blue and yellow sunglasses, and pink stripped mittens on the sticks for hands.
There was a message that said, Billy-Bob the Snowman.
Roman replied with, bonding with Blake?
Yes. Is that so wrong?
No. It's adorable.
As Blake stirred the soup, Dean remembered making soup with his dad when he was still at home.
Dean received a reply from Seth: Bonding with Blake? Or were you just bored?
Both, now we're making soup.
Why don't you make us soup?
You don't ask nicely.
Please make us soup?
No.
Okay.
"What did your dad do to get arrested?" Blake asked. He was holding the bowl of soup and the two of them watched another Star Wars movie.
Dean was surprised that Blake didn't know. He always assumed, but apparently he didn't know. "He stabbed an innocent black man in the stomach. He got twelve years in prison for it."
Blake nodded, "That makes so much sense now."
Dean wasn't sure how that made sense. "How does that make sense?"
"I vaguely remember hearing that Uncle Charles talking about prison and getting arrested." Blake explained and Dean nodded. "I was too embarrassed to ask him about how he did."
That made some sense as Dean remembered his father talking about it in front of Blake at times. Blake was too young to understand at the time. Dean remembered that Blake used to brag about how his uncle was cool since he got arrested, when he was in the second grade.
Not that it was something to brag about now.
Blake looked out the window, "We should make a mini snowman."
Dean shrugged, "Sure."
They went outside and Blake started rolling some snow. Dean found some twigs and rocks.
After Blake finished making the snowman, Dean put the twigs and rocks on it.
"It needs a nose," Blake said and Dean went inside. He came out holding a baby carrot and stuck it in the mini snowmen's face. "I think it needs a scarf too,"
Dean went inside and found two pieces of fabric. He put the longest piece around the snowman's neck and the small piece on the snowman's head, "There."
A/N: It snowed in Reno, and my brother made two snowmen with his friends.
They named the biggest one Billy-Bob, and didn't name the mini snowman. My brother sent me pictures.
They're lucky that it snows there. It doesn't even snow in the town that I live in which is in California, except once when my brother was in the first grade.
My dad and I make soup together too, when he has a day-off and when we have money for the ingredients.