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Despite all the speeding –and Dean somehow identifying cops in the distance to prevent being pulled over, the Winchesters didn't arrive at Lisa's house until three in the afternoon. Lisa was wound tight and standing in the entrance. Sam didn't need to be a Sentinel to know she was furious. She didn't want them in the house. She didn't like anything that would put distance between her and her son. Ben already idolized Dean and that was before he knew that there was a biological relationship.

"One condition," she demanded.

"What?" Dean was vibrating with worry. He would have agreed to just about anything, including his soul to protect Ben.

"He never finds out that you're his father."

Dean tilted his head in the classic listening pose. "Too late, Lisa," he said as he shouldered past her. He was carrying what he had deemed were Sentinel-first-aid supplies. "You just told him."

Lisa gaped and Sam offered her an apologetic smile. "You'll get used to it. If you point me at your bathroom, I'll clean it."

Lisa bristled at the implied insult. "I cleaned my bathroom two days ago."

"Ben's extremely sensitive to chemicals now. Chances are that whatever you used to clean it are more irritating than the dirt they cleaned." Sam showed her the box Dean had packed. "Just, let me do this for you."

Lisa shrugged in helplessness.

"It is why we drove all the way here."

"To clean my bathroom?" a tiny bit of humor seeped through.

"And anything else that might set off Ben's senses. It's a long list, but if we follow it, he'll live a pretty good life."

Lisa straightened, determined to help her son. "Let's start and you can explain everything." She allowed Sam into the house and led the way to the bathroom. She paused outside of Ben's room and could see her son wrapped in Dean's leather jacket, wearing his wraparound sunglasses and noise cancelling earmuffs. Ben had his hands on Dean's carotid pulse and his mouth was moving slightly. Sam guessed that he was talking, but so softly that only another Sentinel could hear. Dean was holding him and sometimes nodding or shaking his head. Sam memorized the scene and not only because Sandburg was going to demand a full report.

Sam bumped into Lisa and she stopped staring at the odd scene. Lisa's bathroom was sparkling clean but Sam could still smell the chemical odors. He dumped his cleaning supplies in the tub and started packing everything that could cause a sense to spike or zone. All soaps and shampoos, and Lisa's candles went into the box with the cleaning supplies from under the sink. Once that box was full, Lisa appeared with a second box. Sam cleaned out her linen closet.

Lisa opened her mouth to protest Sam's treatment of the clean closet. "We brought detergent and fabric softener. Everything in the house will need washed. Pick out what you want to wear for the next couple days. Cotton, nothing rough and put it on top of the washer. When Ben and Dean are done with the bathroom, Dean'll throw in a load with some of Ben's clothes."

Lisa nodded and vanished. Sam mixed up some baking soda with water. Dean hated the gritty texture of the combination but when one needed chemicals and odors absorbed, there was nothing better. Sam layered the paste on the tub and shower stall, the sink, toilet and the floor. He filled a bucket with some mild, unscented dish soap and water.

"What do I need to do?" Lisa asked from the doorway.

"Where's your cleaning bucket?"

She disappeared and reappeared shortly with a vibrant purple bucket. "I want to look at something pretty while I'm cleaning," she explained.

Sam understood. He turned the bucket in his hand around so that she could see the Batman symbol etched in the black.

"That's Dean's work," she knew.

Sam grinned. "Yep." He poured half of his soap and warm water mix into Lisa's bucket. "Everything from the ceiling down needs washed.

Lisa blinked and looked up. "I'll get the ceiling," he promised.

"Are you going to start talking now?"

"Oh," Sam blushed. He was too used to Dean knowing what he was thinking and everyone either already knowing or in the you-don't-need-to-know category. "All five," he shook his head and corrected himself, "six of Ben's senses are augmented beyond normal capabilities. He can see further, hear more, smell more and taste more than you can imagine. People like him in the supernatural world are called Hawks. People like him who eschew the supernatural world are called Sentinels."

"So Ben is a Sentinel," Lisa decided.

Sam stopped and stared at her.

She twitched a couple of times before relenting. "It's not my choice, is it?"

"It's not even Dean's choice. Ben is a Hawk. He has the same spirit animal as Dean."

"A hawk?" Lisa guessed.

"A griffin," Sam corrected. At Lisa's confused expression, Sam back tracked. "I should start with Sir Richard Burton, explorer, not actor and Blair Sandburg, a young man working on his PhD." Sam talked and explained everything he knew and didn't know about Sentinels, Guides, Hawks and Hawkers as he and Lisa scrubbed down the bathroom. Finally they were finished with cleaning.

Sam knocked on Ben's door. Dean would know that the bathroom was available and ushered Lisa out the door so that they could buy food. It was as much to get staples in the house as it was to show her what was safe and not. Dean had smelled a farmers' market on the way in to town and so he suggested that Lisa drive them there.

Sam was pleased with the numerous canopies indicating food for sale. He grilled every one of the stall owners about chemicals that might have been used to fertilize or remove pests from the garden and the types of ingredients used in the baking. He was in a hurry and might have been a little more curt than normal.

Lisa watched, somewhere between amusement and horror at his behavior. "And people think you're the nice brother," she remarked after he called one woman's lie so harshly that she burst into tears.

Sam still winced at the tears. "I am the nice brother. She should have just told me the truth. Ben and Dean are not the only people horribly allergic to such things. She's inviting a law suit with her false advertising."

At the farmers' market in Lisa's town, Sam picked up a watermelon, cinnamon raisin bread and fresh wheat bread for sandwiches. He bought eggs and a butchered chicken. He also gathered the business cards of two soap manufacturers that truly used all natural ingredients. He bought maple syrup in a glass jar. Lisa loved real maple syrup but Ben wouldn't touch it and it would go bad in the fridge before she could eat it all. Sam let her carry the bread so it wouldn't get smashed but insisted on carrying all the other produce to the car.

Lisa worried about putting down money on the maple syrup as she started the drive home.

"Ben will eat it now," Sam reassured her. "And with us here, I doubt if it'll last the whole week."

"You'll be here a week?"

"I have to leave in four days, but Dean will be stay if he's needed."

"Do you think he will?"

"I don't know. Most of the day to day stuff you will have to figure out on your own. We can only give you hints and not all of them will be helpful. We know what worked –what does work- with Dean but that might not be the same with Ben."

Lisa took a deep breath. "There's no going back."

"Not without it kicking him in the ass later." Sam smiled. "If it ever gets to be too much, put him in the car and come out to South Dakota. We have a spare room for you two at Bobby's that is Sentinel safe and tons of food that won't set him off."

"That's a long drive."

Sam knew, he had just traveled it. "Yes."

"Why not a plane?"

Sam winced. "Dean wouldn't get on a plane before his senses were completely on –now I know that it was more than irrational fear of flying- and Jim, the Sentinel with the most experience, can barely suffer through and only with his Guide. Ben doesn't have a Guide. You'll do the bulk of the work and Blair and I can step in, but he'll need his own someday."

"You explained about spikes and zones but what will I have to do?"

"Run him through exercises, daily to increase his control."

"He's not going to like that."

"Not at all. Hopefully he'll complain less than the adults."

"Dean whines?" Lisa guessed.

"Dean whines." Sam shrugged. "The whining went away for a while when he really needed it, but now that he mostly has the senses under control, the whining is incessant."

"You would worry if he didn't."

"Immediately," Sam confirmed.

Lisa understood that. She sighed as she realized that that was her future as well. She pulled into her driveway, anticipating a change, but wasn't sure exactly what. The washer and the dryer were running when they returned.

And Ben…

Ben was sitting at the table when they returned, devouring a mug of chicken-vegetable soup. Both he and Dean had wet hair and her son was swimming in a set of Dean's clothes. Dean was working on his own mug and between the two, they had finished off a quart of it. Ben slurped up the last dregs, wiped his mouth on the sleeve of Dean's shirt that he was wearing and grinned at his mom.

"What's for dinner?" he asked. This was the same kid they had left huddle under a sheet, in too much pain to move or speak.

Even Sam blinked at the enthusiasm. "That was fast," he said to Dean.

Dean was bemused. "Yeah, I think he'll have it easier than both Jim and me."

Lisa went to give Ben a joyful hug but both brothers stood in her way. Her temper snapped.

"You have to take a shower and get your perfume off you," Sam told her quickly. He figured that anything a normal person could smell was bad for a Sentinel.

Dean added, "There'll be some of your clothes coming out of the dryer by the time you're done."

Lisa still looked like she would wallop the both of them so Sam pulled out the big guns, "Or you could touch him and send him back into a relapse."

Lisa froze at that. Dean was glaring at Sam for putting it so bluntly.

"Come on, Mom," Ben cajoled. "You know you want a shower. Wash the worry off of you."

"Worry?" Lisa asked.

"They can smell it," Sam murmured.

Dean ruffled Ben's hair. "Get used to the smell, kid. I'm sure it's not going anywhere."

"But I'm fine now."

"No," Dean argued. "Now, you're stable. You have to do a hell of a lot of work to stay that way."

"Awww," Ben complained, as Lisa snapped, "Language."

Sam shifted his body and Lisa moved back out of reflex. Another shift and Lisa was heading toward the stairs and the newly cleaned bathroom. "I don't need handled, Sam." Lisa was still pissed, but she wouldn't argue in front of her son. "I won't forget that you're the mean brother."

"Ha!" Dean crowed. "It's about time other people noticed!"

Lisa let a smile slip through. She was certainly fond of Sam's older brother. "Okay, Okay. I'm going."

"How about cinnamon French toast for dinner?" Sam offered.

Lisa's acceptance was drowned out by Ben's cheer.

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