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"Hold your horses!" Dean yelled. He wrenched himself up from the motel bed.
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"I'm coming!" He yelled. Upon reaching the door he opened it slightly and lent round to see who it was. "Ben?" He asked.
The kid, 9 years old now, looked up at Dean. "Yeah, it's me, now wou-"
Before Ben could say anymore he had a face full of holy water. He spat the stuff out and sent a hard stare up at Dean. "I'm not a demon, Dad."
"What did you say?" Dean spluttered, unsure as to if he heard the kid right.
"Mom's dead and she left me a note saying she lied about you not being my Dad and to call this guy called Bobby Singer-"
Again Ben was interrupted. "Lisa knew Bobby?"
"I don't know!" The kid started crying. "Mom told me to call him and ask where to find you." Dean yanked the door the rest of the way open and wrapped his arms around the kid, his kid.
"Ya idjit just gonna sit there all night, or are ya gonna let us in?"
"Bobby?" Dean said looking up at the man.
"What you think a 9 year old could cross the country alone, ya idjit?"
Ben had quietened down in Dean's arms.