Walking into the living room with a scowl on his face, Dean tossed his navy blue book bag onto the love seat "mom I'm home" Dean kicks his boots into the corner so nobody will trip over them. Walking into the kitchen Dean grabbed a nearby apple "mom are you in here?" He slowly made his way over to the basement door to see if his mother could of went down there to get a jar of beats.
Slowly opening the door as quiet as possible, Dean slowly peeks around it "nope...she can't be down there the light is off" he quickly closed the door. Resting his head against the frame of the door he slowly turns his attention over to the kitchen table, "damn Dean you're so stupid....how did manage to miss the damn note" he hissed at himself for being so clueless.
My Dearest Dean
I'd had to run to work...I left money on the fridge for ya to get some food....I'll try be back in time to take you to the baseball game
Love you lots kiddo
Reading his mother's short little note made his blood boil "you promised! You promise you'll take me to the game tonight" Dean slams the paper down onto the table. Glancing at his hand he felt himself slowly growling at a rapid rate, and before he had any time to react, he found his body breaking the entire house and upon feeling the cool night air Dean looked around in amazement/fear.
"Mom is going to be pissed" Dean slowly looked down at what's left of his home, seeing all the rubble laying around his massive body Dean slowly pushes himself up off the ground "I need to find mom...she'll know what to do....and maybe make her listen to me for once" and with that he walked off to his mothers work
(Might make this into a story)
