"Are you sure Ben is not Dean's kid?" Tony asked for the third time that day. He was "helping" Lisa make chicken salad sandwiches for lunch, while watching Dean and Ben play catch through the kitchen window.
"I'm sure, Tony."
"How sure?" The kid could almost pass for a younger version of Dean.
"Pretty sure!"
"Aha!" Tony said, jumping on it, "You said pretty sure! Which means, you don't know and you're just guessing."
Lisa sighed, "Does it really matter? I raised Ben by myself for most of his life. What good does knowing who his biological father is? Blood is just blood; it's how you feel that makes you family."
"Then by what you just said, Dean is Ben's dad."
Lisa smiled sadly as she looked out the window at her two favorite boys. Dean had the ball in his hand, showing Ben a better way to hold his fingers.
"For now," she said.
"You don't think he'll stay?"
"I think he'll try. He's made some real progress in the past five months. It's just…as much as I hate to say it, I don't think he's done yet. I don't know what it will be, but something will call him away from here."
Tony frowned. He had that same feeling. The Winchester's had always led complicated lives. It seemed too good to be true that Sam's sacrifice would end it all; that Dean could now simply rest and live his life.
Dean's head popped in through the back door, "You guys done yet?"
"Yes, we're almost done!" Lisa laughed at his eagerness.
"Good, and don't forget the pie!"
Tony said, "I'll grab the pie so Dean doesn't have a conniption fit; you good carrying the sandwiches and lemonade?"
Lisa nodded, and they headed outside to the picnic table where Ben and Dean were waiting.
"Go get the cups for your mom," Dean told Ben.
Ben pulled a face, but got up regardless to do what he was told.
As they happily ate their lunch, Tony couldn't help but hope that everything would turn out alright.
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