I do not own any of the characters in this story.

This is not based off of any specific episode but I have not seen season 6 yet and so this is my take on what would happen after the end of season 5 at some point if Dean lives with Lisa and Ben.

This is a story that contains spanking! Please turn back now if you feel you might be offended!

She couldn't still her hands as she tried to pretend to watch a show with her son Ben. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, smiling reassuringly at intervals when Ben looked at her funny, and continued her nervous twitching.

"Mom, you don't know where he is, do you?" He asked as he channel surfed during a commercial.

"What?...yes! I told you, he had to work late. I just...I just wish they would let him come home already." Lisa involuntarily glanced at the phone scratched the back of her neck, then quickly put her hands in her lap and gave one of those phony smiles again.

"Mom come on, you're really bad at lying. Like pathetic actually. Just don't worry so much, it's Dean we're talking about here. He's pretty bad ass ya know." Ben nodded matter-of-factually, his expression plainly serious.

"Where in the world, Ben! How many times have I told you not to use those words! People are going to start wondering about how good of a mom I am when my son sounds like a street punk." She sighed and looked at the phone again.

"I learn from the best." He muttered under his breath, quickly focusing back on the TV as his mother shot him a withering glare.

Just as she started to focus more on the program in front of her rather then the worry in the back of her mind the phone rang. She bolted upright and almost sprang off the couch, holding the receiver up to her mouth just before the first ring ended.

"Hello? This is her. The police? Oh...is something wrong?" The panic in her voice was masked but Ben could decipher it plainly. He turned the volume down and tilted his head back to watch his mom.

"Yes...I mean no, not really. I can't get a hold of him. I tried calling multiple times AND left a message...or two. I'm just really worried, is everything alright? Oh my god is he ok? You mean...I see. No I know what that is. I understand it's illegal. I'll be there in 5 minutes. No I don't need to speak to him. Thank you officer." When she hung up the phone the look she gave and the curse under her breath was enough to tell Ben it was time to go to bed. He gave her a hug and told he he loved her. She smiled, but only briefly, and gave him a small recap of what had happened. Dean had unsuccessfully tried to cheat at a game of pool by coercing a man into drinking copious amounts of alcohol while he only pretended to be following suit. It was something Dean had done in the past and was not allowed in the 'real' life he had now with this family. You earned money by old fashioned honest means and stealing or cheating your way into a fortune was not something Lisa would ever allow in her house. Or to be seen as ok by her son because the man he looked up to was obviously condoning it. Ben sighed and rolled his eyes when she tried to fall into a lecture.

"Ma I got it. Stealing is bad and no matter how cool you feel or how much money you score it'll mess your future up and I got it ok?" She ruffled his hair and nodded then she grabbed her jacket and was gone.

Ben shook his head and headed to his room. Boy had Dean messed up this time.

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Dean was sitting on the bench in his holding cell with his eye's closed, an icepack pressed to one side of his face, when Lisa and an officer approached. She was thanking the man again for being so generous as to let Dean off on a warning, only fitting him with a small sum of money to help pay for the other guy's medical bills. There wasn't going to be a court date or any jail time for the intended con because in his eyes as long as someone got through to "the kid" he didn't see it happening again.

Dean stood up slowly, already knowing he was in a lot of trouble. He smiled helplessly her way, biting his lip and staring at the floor when she only returned it with a cold glare. He had heard the phone call and the explanation, nothing was left out. She knew about the fight and his horribly retarded plan and he didn't answer his phone because it was so hard to lie to her and she wouldn't understand that they needed the money and he was only trying to do the right thing and how was he going to talk to her like this and what if she wouldn't-

"You're free to go son. You should thank this fine lady for coming down here and bailing your butt outta jail. If it wasn't for her being so convincing you might have had a longer stay." He gave him that 'shame on you you're such a burden to us good folk' look and Dean couldn't help the sneer that followed and the almost disastrous comment that was silenced by a death like grip on his forearm. Lisa took the icepack from his hand and handed it back to the officer, smiling sweetly and adding yet another thank you, reverting his attention back to her and his promise to let Dean leave.

When they were back at the car Lisa wordlessly climbed into the driver's side and started the engine, leaving the radio off. When Dean reached out to touch the dial she slapped his hand, making him give her a soundless pout and causing him to slide down in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest.

The ride home was a silent one.