Title:Benjamin Isaac Braeden
Disclaimer:I do not own anything you recognize…
Warnings: Nope.
Notes:Nope.
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"Dean Winchester," Lisa growled, walking out onto the porch after him, "you let me talk right now."
Dean spun around from leaning against the porch railing. She could see it all in his eyes: sorrow, pain, anger. "What," he spat. "What could you possibly have to say now?"
"I'm sorry," she answered. "I'm so freaking sorry that you have no clue." He went to turn around back to the railing – because who needed to hear her sob story – when she grabbed his arm before he could; made him look at her when she spoke. "I lied to you because I wanted you to stay here. I wanted you around for Ben and me. When I saw you watching Ben and talking about being proud to be his dad, I just lost it. That's all I ever wanted for him: the chance to have a caring father."
"And I was just a great opportunity," he whispered, angrily in her face.
"No, Dean. You're a good person. You're someone that any kid would be happy to call a dad. And you wanted kids."
"No, I didn't," he denied, backing up.
"No? Maybe you should pay attention to what you babble about during sex then."
"Lisa," he had whispered into her ear on the first night they had met.
"Right there, Dean. Right there." He stopped moving, giving her a slight pleasure before deciding to venture on. He started to move again, getting a porn star moan from Lisa. "God, Dean. What do you want?"
She meant sexually. What did he want in return for the waves of pleasure he gave her? But he took it another way. "Children. I want kids to run around my feet and jump up for my hugs. I want a baby, Lisa."
He knew what she was referencing. He didn't mean to say it all; it kind of slipped out. "Yeah? What about you? Pay a little more attention when your getting sucked dry, dear."
"That feel good?" Lisa nodded, speechless physically not mentally, as Dean went back to his work. "Tell me what else I have to do," he whispered before letting his tongue travel again.
"I want you to love me. I want you to marry me."
She knew what he was referencing. It brought tears to her eyes, because when she had said that – her guard was down, yeah – but she meant it. It seemed like a good idea and Lisa knew when a guy was caring and soft like Dean was. She knew he'd be a keeper.
"I'm done," she whispered and turned around, heading toward her bedroom. She couldn't take this any longer.