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Prompt: Your joy is my low
Trying to keep his promises is a full time job for Dean Winchester. When he promises Sam that he will cut out the world that produced him and settle for a square little house with a square little life, it's just one more item on his never-ending task list.
Privately, he likes to think he's doing well. Lisa is happy, a sparkle always in her eyes as she flits about the house, trying to divide her time between her lover and her son, and a relieved smile on her face when she realizes she doesn't have to, because Dean has taken to fatherhood with surprising ease. Ben, he likes to believe, is even happier. And if there is so much as the smidgeon of doubt about it, Dean picks himself apart and glues it all back in shapes that he thinks will be just a little more efficient at working the machine.
And when he finds his eyes straying to the sky, he drags them back to the grass and the garage. When a prayer comes slipping through his lips, he bites it back till he bleeds. And when he inevitably thinks of a name, that name that has been the centre of his world since he returned from Hell, he swallows it ruthlessly back into his gut. He has a promise to keep, after all.
He only wonders how long he'll last before he has to break this one too.