When Dean was seventeen, he was in the bathroom brushing his teeth. His dad had recently gotten out of prison, about four months ago. Robin walked into the bathroom and Dean looked at her.

"Is your dad taking a shower?" Robin asked and Dean looked at the empty shower stall.

"Well, it doesn't look like he's in there." Dean said and spat out the toothpaste.

"Okay, Mr. Smarty Pants, ask him if he's going to," Robin replied.

Dean sighed, rolled his eyes, and shouted, "Dad! Are you taking a shower?"

"Well, it looks like I'm on the couch instead of the bathroom!" Charles shouted back.

Robin rolled her eyes. "Now I know where you got your stupid sense of humor."

Dean wasn't sure if he should be offended or not. His dad had been at home for four months, he wasn't sure how Charles rubbed off on him.

Dean was working at the store where he works at as a cashier. It was Halloween and the manager allowed them to dress up. Dean didn't dress up, but he wore the pentacle bracelet that his Wiccan friend gave him. Most people assumed that he dressed up as a Satanist or a vampire and he didn't mind.

The assistant manager was watching over him because he store was going to close in a few minutes. Dean was checking out the last customer.

"Did you find anything okay?" Dean asked, putting the items in a bag.

"Yes, thank you. I wanted to say that it was really nice to let you dress up. I like what you have on," The woman said.

Dean looked at his work shirt and his black pants. There was a chain connected to a belt loop which held his wallet. He looked at the bracelet and the woman, "Thank you?"

"I understand that you're supposed to be some type of punk rocker, but don't you think that bracelet is taking things too far?" The woman asked.

Dean was relieved, "Oh that. My friend gave it to me because he's a Wiccan."

The woman spoke loudly, "Well you and your friend are going to burn in Hell for wearing the devil worshipping stuff. I can't believe that they allowed you to wear it in a public place."

Dean wanted to explain that Wiccan was worshiping nature, a god and a goddess, don't believe in the Devil, and never sacrificed an animal or human being. It was like his sarcasm mode just kicked in.

Dean replied, "Well, why wouldn't they let me wear it? After all, we all practice together and I'm the high priest. In fact, once you leave, we'll close the store, start a bonfire in the parking lot, and dance naked around it until dawn."

The woman looked at the manager. "Aren't you going to do anything about what he said to me?"

The manager nodded her head, "Yes ma'am. We're going to close the store as soon as you leave."

The woman looked incredulous and shouted, "That's it?"

"Of course not." The manager said and grimaced, "You heard about…our plans."

The staff room door closed and Dean's co-worker, Lizzie, left the room. She was taking her shirt off. She had a tank top underneath, but it got caught in the work shirt so her tank-top rode up, revealing her stomach.

The woman paled, grabbed the bags, and ran out of the store.

Dean and his manager started laughing.

Lizzie looked at them, dropping the shirt back down. "What happened?"

After the whole Halloween thing, Dean was made to house-sit while his parents gone out for a 'mini-vacation.' He kind of figured that meant his parents went to a hotel room.

So he sat on the couch, watching TV, and trying to draw something. His parents still owned a land-line.

The phone rang and Dean considered not picking it up. It rang and Dean went to answer it. He noticed it was a telemarketer.

"Hello?" Dean asked.

"Is your mommy there?" The telemarketer asked in a babyish tone.

Dean was surprised to learn that he sounded like a child on the phone. He smiled and said in a even more babyish tone. "No, she's in the shower."

"Is your daddy there then?" The telemarketer asked.

"He's in the shower too. They're making funny noises. Should I get them?" Dean asked, trying not to crack up.

"No! Don't go in the bathroom! I repeat, don't go in the bathroom!" The telemarketer ordered and hung up.

Dean was confused at the fact that he sounded like a child on the phone. He put the phone down and moved to go back to the living room. The phone rang and he answered the phone.

"Hello?"

Robin said, "Hey, you answered. Where are you?"

Dean seriously couldn't believe that his mom thought he wasn't at home. "Uh…at Wal-Mart. I took the home phone with me."

"You sure do have your father's stupid sense of humor," Robin replied.

"Do I sound like a child on the phone?" Dean blurted out.

"Well…uh…" Robin stammered out and hung up.

"Goodbye mom. I love you too," Dean replied and hung up. He called up one of his friends and paused when he heard a noise. "Did I just interrupt—?"

"Yes," His friend replied. "What do you want?"

"Do I sound like a child on the phone?" Dean asked.

"Kind of," His friend replied and hung up. Dean called up one of his friends.

"What?" Dean's other friend snarled out.

Dean stared at the wall, "You owe me five bucks. That guy is straight."

"Damn it!" His friend shouted. "You know, I just noticed that you should childish on the phone."

"So I've been told," Dean replied.

While at work, Dean called his dad. He missed the city bus and he needed a ride back home. He was willing to give his dad twenty bucks for the ride back. His co-workers didn't live in the area and Dean didn't want to bug them for a ride back.

"Hello?" His dad asked.

"Hey dad, are you free?" Dean asked.

"No, I'm reasonably priced." His dad said and started to laugh at his own joke.

Dean looked at the phone, "Mom was right. That's where I got my humor from." He was disturbed at the thought. "Can you come get me? I missed the bus and I'll give you twenty bucks."

"Well, you are you my son. You better have my humor. I would've picked you up, but since you offered me twenty dollars. I'll be there in five." The line went dead.

Dean was surprised that his dad actually showed up five minutes later. He wondered how many stoplights, stop signs, and how many traffic laws his dad broke just to pick him up. Dean wondered, did his dad pick him up or did his dad just want the twenty dollars?

Later that day, Charles never asked Dean for the twenty dollars he was promised.

A/N: I actually done research on Wicca because one of my characters in my House of Mystery book I'm writing is a Wiccan.

I had fun writing this chapter. Another chapter is up next.