Title: Benjamin Isaac Braeden
Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize…
Warnings: Nope.
Notes: Hehe… you all know, right? Ben isn't Dean's. Lisa lied to him.
Enjoy!
"I lied, Dean. He's yours."
Dean's mouth almost dropped. No, she was lying to him. She had to be. But… Ben was like him, right? His mother's hair but… Dean's eyes, his mannerisms. Ben had to be his. She was telling him so and he just looked so… Dean.
Right?
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," she apologized. "I mean before when you asked. I just didn't want anything to be different but you want him. And he really needs a dad and I couldn't think of anyone better for the job. And-"
"Wait," Dean said, holding out a hand gently. "We barely know each other – you said that. Why can't you find a better father for him?"
"Dean," she explained, "a father has to want his child to be a good one." She didn't add that Ben's real dad didn't want the boy.
"So, he's mine," Dean asked, eyes clouding slightly, guard being dropped.
She nodded. Another lie.
"God," Dean breathed, smile overtaking his features. Caught up in the moment, Dean grabbed his… his son's mother and spun her around. Surprised, Lisa held on gingerly but smiled when she saw Dean's excitement. He wasn't doing this to get somewhere with her; he was genuinely ecstatic.
All because of a white lie.
Dean swung her around and around as his joy radiated onto her. He put her down on her two feet and she was pretty happy to feel land again. "Sorry," he said, smile wide. "I got…"
"Excited," she finished with a smile of her own.
"Yeah," he whispered softly, suddenly shy. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he looked toward the ground.
The man before her was definitely not the one that she had that great weekend with years ago. He was tamer. Granted, he was just the legal drinking age when she did meet him, but still.
"Um," she fumbled with her words, "why don't you… ya know: stay for awhile? Ben would love to get to know you and I think that he needs some male bonding time with his dad and everything, you know?"
Dean peeked up at her from his guarded stance. "Yeah; okay." And the smile broadened. "I just have to call my brother and tell him to book the hotel for awhile."
"Your brother?"
"Sammy. We're hunting together."
"If your hanging around for Ben," Lisa said, "you boys can use the guest room."
Just wanted to clear something up: Ben's not Dean's. Lisa just said that so he'd stay so that she could figure the mystery about Dean Winchester. Hope that made sense! Thanks!
