I know I don't write the longest chapters on earth, but I like them like that; another reason to write more !!:D
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"You're what?!"
Lisa pulled Dean into a bigger hug. "We're pregnant, Dean. We are going to have another child together!"
Dean pulled himself away from the hug. He had been Ben's real father all along? Why would she have lied about it when he had asked her the last time they had seen eachother? Did she said that because it was the thing he wanted to hear?
"Dean? Are you ok? I thought this is what you wanted."
Dean felt Lisa's eyes read his concerns in his. He couldn't worry her though: it was, after all, what he wanted the most. He could remember the day she had told him that Ben wasn't his kid. He had been disappointed to the fact and had told her how proud he would have been if he had been the father all along.
"Sorry, babe." He gave Lisa a small kiss on her lips. "I am happy, really."
Ben came from downstairs a few seconds later running to Dean. "Have you heard the news dad? I'm going to be a big brother!"
Something felt suddenly strange in Dean's mind. Like a thought wanted to get through but just couldn't. He could see something, or rather someone but his thoughts were changed as he got in the kitchen as saw that dinner had been ready and waiting for him.
That night before Dean got to bed he told Lisa he would be going out for a few hours. Lisa had been worried since she had told him the news but the did his best trying to assure her that everything was going to be fine.
"I'm just heading to the gas mart. I need a few things for the car. I promise I won't be long."
"But can't this wait until the morning?" She begged him but he left without answering.
The fact is everything was moving fast... too fast. Never in his life had he felt like he forget something. Maybe he was getting too old for this, he chuckled to himself at the thought. He got into his car, left the parking lot and drove out of town, about half an hour away, until he hit a small restaurant.
He got in and ordered a coffee and sat in the booth. The waitress, an old lady who had been real close to retirement, had given him an odd look when she saw that he had been wearing a leather jacket with at least another two layers of shirt under.
"Not a summer-type of guy, are ya?" She asked him as she placed a coffee cup on the table and pourred coffee in it.
He smiled back at her but didn't answer. She understood that he only came to the restaurant for peace and let him to his thoughts.
What was happening to him? First, he had met with Layla, and now this? He was afraid to admit it but he loved his new life, like somebody somewhere had given him a second chance to life. He was happy beyond his wildest dreams and never wanted to leave. The thought of having a kid – his kid – with Lisa had just been the icing on the cake. It didn't matter if it would be a son or a daughter, but he could now say out loud and with pride, that he would be a father and that Ben would be -
Dean dropped his coffee cup and brought his hands to his head who suddenly felt like there was an explosion inside of it. The waitress ran back to him and placed a hand on his left shoulder.
"Are you alright, son?" She asked him in panic.
For a quick moment Dean could not hear or see what was happening around him. The pain was sharp, and threaten him to get worst but suddenly snapped away. Dean took his hands off of his forehead and looked at the waitress who still had her hand on him. "What happened?" he asked.
"I don't know. You just started to freak out for some reason. If you want I have some pain relief pills out in the back."
"No, I'm fine, thank you." He got up and placed some money on the table. "Keep the change."
"But son, you shouldn't be driving if you get headaches like that one."
Dean looked back at the lady. "I'm fine, thanks." He got out of the restaurant and left to go back home.
Something hadn't felt right. Every time he wanted to think about a specific thing his head would just try to make him think of something else. The only trouble now was figuring out what in the world didn't his brain want him to think of.
He turned right on his street when he saw some flashing lights near by his house. Blue, red and white lights flashing all around the neighborhood, with people in pj's walking all around the street trying to see what was happening as an ambulance got through the jammed street and policemen trying to guide the cars through.
"Sir, we need you to turn around." Said one of the policemen as Dean got his window down.
"What is going on? I live right there." Dean pointed out his house where all of the commotion seemed to be happening.
"Are you Dean Winchester?" The policeman asked.
"Yeah, I am. What seems to be the problem here?" Dean stopped the car and got out. He needed to see what was going on, his heart racing faster than a F1 car in a Grand Prix. But his heart stopped as he saw two ambulance guy pulling out a stretcher from his house.
He ran faster than he could to find out what he didn't.
"Lisa?!" He panicked.
"Sir, she can't hear you." A policeman near by told him. "She's been critically wounded by a shot gun."
Dean could not believe his ears. He hadn't been gone half an hour, and he hadn't been there to protect the woman he loved.
"What about Ben?" He voice broke as he saw another stretcher coming out of the house with a black bag on it.
"We are sorry, sir, but he didn't make it."
"What the hell happened?!" Dean couldn't hold it in for much longer, he felt rage slowly getting a hold of him inside. He wanted to destroy whatever that had taken over his family.
"A robber got into your house, sir. We're not sure how everything happened yet, but you son was stabbed and your wife has been shot to the heart."
The ambulances left for the hospital, and before he could turn around to look at them leave, the policeman hit Dean on the shoulder and suddenly he felt numb and dropped on the ground.
