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T W E N T Y - T H R E E

"Mommy? Do you think Makenna would've been proud of me for standing up for Adri and Brie and everyone else in my class?" Mason asks Becky. Becky smiles. "She would be very proud of you. Just like me." "But, do you think daddy's mad at me?" Mason asks Becky. "I'm not sure, Mas. He probably isn't. Just don't worry about it, OK?" She says when she sees Dean coming to the car. Mason nods as Becky gets out the car.

"You need to talk to him when we get home," she says from the other side of the car. Dean sighs. "Does he think I'm mad at him?" She nods. "Are you?" "No. I'm actually proud of him. He listened to me," Dean chuckles. "You told him to hit people?" Becky says. "Not exactly. Can we talk about this at home? It's freezing," he says, getting into the car. "Fine."

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When they got home, Mason went straight to his room. Becky looked at Dean. "Before you talk to him, you have to talk to me," she says pointing to the couch. Dean sighs and follows her instructions.

"What did you tell him?" Becky asks him. "He told me about Dylan last week. He said that he would constantly taunt him about how his parents aren't home with him all the time. Mason is one of the most well-known kids at school because of how nice he is, so Dylan likes to tear him down, in the words of Mrs. Harding. I told him to ignore whatever Dylan does and be the bigger person," Dean explains.

"So, why did that bitch, I mean Katie, say that Mason kept hitting Dylan and he would go home and tell her?" Becky asks. "I may or may not have told him that if Dylan still would keep bullying him and Mrs. Harding didn't really do anything about it, he should give him a punch or two," Dean's voice gets a bit higher. Becky smiles.

"I guess those classes are really helping him," Becky says. "I know, right? I took him on Wednesday, and that kid can punch! Holy shit," he exclaims, making Becky laugh. "OK. You can go talk to him now. Just don't say anything stupid," she smiles as he stands up.

"I'll try. I'll be back," he smiles back, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead and makes his way up the stairs. When he gets to Mason's door, it's partly opened. He opened it a bit more to see Mason laying on his bed, reading a book.

"Whatcha reading there, buddy?" Dean asks walking in the room. Mason looks at Dean and then back at his book. "A Dr. Suess book," he says. Dean makes his way to Mason's bed and sits on it. "Can I talk to you for a bit?" Dean asks. Mason doesn't do anything for a bit, but he puts the book down and sits up. Dean put Mason on his lap and Mason put his head on Dean's chest.

"Mason. Who am I?" Dean asks. "You're Dean Ambrose," he says making Dean smile. "I know that, but who am I to you?" He rephrases. "You're my dad," Mason answers. "And do you know what a dad does to their son?" Dean asks. Mason shakes his head.

"Well, a dad is supposed to teach his son how to be tough. A dad is supposed to teach his son how to care for others. And most importantly, a dad is supposed to love his son day in and day out," Dean explains to Mason. "But Corey never liked me," he says. "But the only difference between Corey and I is that I'm your real father," Dean says. Mason doesn't respond.

"Do you think I'm mad at you?" He asks. Mason nods his head. "Why?" "Because you pulled me away from everyone at school. I thought you were going to yell at me," Mason admits. "Look at me, buddy," Dean says. Mason leans off of Dean and looks at him. Dean brushes the hair out of Mason's face.

"I would never ever yell at you. You're my best friend, OK? Don't tell mommy or any of your uncles I told you that or else they'll get mad at me," he smiles at Mason who laughs. He nods. "Uncle Joe would be very mad," Mason laughs. "Very mad. But not as mad as mommy," Dean says. Mason gives Dean a hug. "I love you, daddy," Mason whispers. Dean hugs back. "I love you too, buddy."

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Edited: 8/15/18