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Written for @rosemoonweaver Fic-o-Ween Writing Prompt Challenge (where i signed up through my main blog @dragonpressgraphics ) 

Prompt #5 : All their life Character A hoped for a someone to take them away from their crappy life. They always hoped for a hero or maybe even a fairy godmother. Yeah! A fairy godmother would be great! That was until they actually got one…

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Supernatural, Denny (Dean Winchester/Benny Lafitte) pre relationship

TAGS: Fairy Godmothers, John Winchester’s A+ Parenting,  Dean and Sam have a craptastic life, Angst, Happy Ending, john hits dean

Word Count 2989
Summary Dean’s mom always told him that Angels were watching over him. The way his life’s been going, he’s stopped believing that a looooong time ago. But it doesn’t stop him from wishing that Angels or Fairy Godmothers or something similar really existed and could solve his problems with the swish of a magic wand or the snap of their fingers.

But wishing doesn’t make it true.

So why is there a Fairy Godmother standing in front of him?

Excerpt:

Dean hated living at home.

They never had enough money for things they wanted to do,
much less food. The house was falling apart (Dad had never had much motivation
for anything after Mom had died. At least, not for anything worthwhile, like
being a Dad or even a responsible adult), and Dean wasn’t even allowed to have
friends over because while Dad couldn’t be bothered enough to keep the place –
well, if not in better repair, at least tidy
– he was too ashamed to let anyone see how far they’d fallen.

Neither Sam nor he ever knew if they’d have electricity or
heat and oh, that’s right, Dad drank.

Dean supposed it could be much, much worse.

That was cold comfort when he was sporting another bruise on
his cheek because of Dad. To get things straight, Sam and Dean’s father didn’t abuse them. No! He didn’t go out of his
way to hit his sons, or do real damage to them. He never even laid a hand on
Sam at all. Dean just…hadn’t…gotten out of the way fast enough when they’d been
arguing. That was it. No big deal. Dean could take it.

And if Dean fervently wished that angels or fairy godmothers
or just something were real so they
could magically make this shit life of his better, nobody had to know.

“Boy, what is that purple thing on your face?” Bobby nearly
growled at Dean when Dean showed up at the shop that day. He worked three jobs
with the hope that he could make enough money to move him and Sam outta their
house and away from Dad.

“Nothin’, Bobby. Just tripped, is all,” Dean countered.
“Whattya got for me today?”

“Continental, bay 2,” Bobby grunted, staring at Dean
suspiciously. Dean just gave him a wide old grin and got to work. And when, 5
hours later – because Bobby didn’t have enough work to keep him on the schedule
full time (gotta love big chain shops, squeezin’ out the little people) – Dean
clocked out, it was time to head out to Benny’s Gumbo Shack where he got a
similar reception.

“Cher, why is it every time I see you, your sporting another
shiner?” Benny leaned over the counter, the dull grey dishrag paused on the old
wood countertop.

“Just clumsy, I guess,” Dean muttered, ducking around the
counter and into the back, shucking off his thin jacket – inadequate against
the autumn cold – and hanging it up, snagging his apron.

Dean didn’t think Benny bought it, if that squinty eyed,
thoughtful look was any indication. But if Benny didn’t bring it up, Dean was
gonna operate as if he had. And if Dean daydreamed about big burly men with close-cropped
beards and light blue eyes while he worked – well, who could blame him with
that fine, distracting man that he liked to call a friend so often in his view?

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