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Kid Gloves
Dean stood in the doorway silently watching Ben unpack. He cleared his throat and the ten year old looked up. "Can we talk?"
Ben hesitated but nodded warily. Dean stepped in helped him clear some boxes from the bed frame and mattress and sat down patting the place beside him.
"I'm sorry I snapped at you dude. You're right; I had a gun at your age and knew everything about them….because I had to. My dad was gone most of the time so it fell to me to keep Sam and me safe from everything. I resented him for years because of it…..and I don't want that for you. As long as I'm around, you'll never have to worry…and we won't move again I promise."
"But you're leaving," Ben said quietly. It wasn't an accusation but a statement of truth.
Dean sighed but didn't deny it. "Yeah, this is sort of my job."
"Saving the world?" Ben asked.
Dean smiled in spite of himself. "More or less," he replied. "But its not forever and if you need me I'll be here, no matter what. May heaven or hell either one try to stop me, he thought.
"But what if something does happen?"
"Your mom knows how to handle things. Between the two of us she could probably kick my butt."
"Okay"
"So we good?"
"Yeah"
"Good because there's one more thing… if I am going back to hunting so is a certain car in the garage….trouble is she's been under a tarp for awhile. I was hoping to check things out and make sure everything's running okay before hitting the road. Burgers sound good?"
Ben's eyes lit up and he flung his arms around Dean's neck. "Thanks Dad."
Dean watched Ben leave to wash up, the last word in the sentence replaying over and over in his head. Everything about this parental thing was still new to him….but he had a feeling he would get used to it fast.