So You Think You Know Better
(or, Hospice Care)
Disclaimer: I claim no rights to Supernatural, or any of the characters you find here.
Spoilers: Coda to 5-22. Lisa Braeden POV.
Warnings: Angst, references to suicide.
Chapter 1: Lisa
Sam was standing in the street outside her house. It was the fourth night in a row. She tried to tell Dean, but he didn't believe her.
She asked Ben if he thought Dean was happy.
"He's dying Mom," her son replied, "what do you think?"
A man called her house, asking after Dean. He didn't want to talk to him directly.
"Bad memories," he said. "I don't want to remind him."
She scoffed into the receiver.
"Do you think he could forget?"
She made sleepover plans for Ben that Friday. Dean took him in the Impala. When he got back, they sat on the living room couch together. She had scotch and beer on standby.
"Spill," she said, and he did.
Everything.
Her walls are still filthy with it.
She heard the beating of wings outside her kitchen window the next morning. There wasn't a bird in sight.
"Damn coward," she mumbled in their general direction.
Dean saw him two weeks later. He took it surprisingly well.
"Guess this means its over," he said.
She told him about the wing beats.
"I think they want you to be happy," she said.
Dean grinned.
"Imagine that."
Later that week, she found Dean arguing with a stranger in the living room. The stranger had a British accent, and was wearing a cravat.
"You're a stubborn bastard, Winchester," the man was saying.
Dean shook his head. He replied:
"It's time I stop living for other people."
She gave him a small, encouraging smile, and headed to the kitchen to grab a beer.
"He thinks you don't want him."
She was talking to herself on the porch again. Ben and Dean were asleep inside the house.
"You don't make your move soon, it'll be too late."
No one answered back.
The British man came back two days later. She was home alone. He laid a gun on her kitchen table. He said it was for Dean.
"I never did like Dean Winchester," he said.
She laughed.
"Liar."
"They really don't understand?" she asked.
"They will, luv. They will," he said.
That night she made burgers and fries for dinner. Ben helped make homemade milkshakes. He said he thought they'd make Dean smile.
"You shouldn't have," Dean said, and pressed a kiss to the side of her son's head.
"But I'm glad you did. I'm real glad."
He was smiling.
He ate his dinner quietly. Then he held them both tight, and climbed into the Impala. The gun from her kitchen table was tucked in the back of his pants.
"Ask me again, Mom," Ben said.
"Do you think Dean's happy?" she asked.
Ben looked up at her with a watery smile.
"I think he will be."
"It's too late now," she said. She was sitting on her back porch. Ben had already put himself to bed.
Three men littered her lawn; the British man, a blue-eyed man in a suit and trench, and Sam Winchester.
"It's too late now," she said again.
The blue-eyed man and Sam looked stricken. The British man met her eyes with a knowing glance.
"You were supposed to make him happy," Sam said.
Lisa laughed. The British man joined her.
"Don't worry."
She stood up and opened the back door.
"He's happy now."
She walked into the kitchen, gestured for the British man to follow. He did.
Once inside, she turned off the porch light.
She left Dean's brother and his angel alone on her lawn, in the dark.
Okay, so it's a little depressing. I just can't imagine Dean being happy with Lisa and Ben- it's just not who he is. And I can totally see a resurrected Sam and nosey, yet protective, Castiel keeping tabs on him, yet somehow remaining completely ignorant of how unhappy he is. (This is precisely why I normally don't speculate over the summer hiatus.)
As for my Dark Angel fic "Walking Wounded", for those of you who are curious, I'm almost finished with the next chapter, and should have it posted within the next couple days.
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