Like Father, Like Son
AN: Just a fluffy interlude chapter until I can get the next one typed up! Tell me what you think!
Sam and Ashley came into the small motel room still discussing where the crossroads demon could be when they both stopped short. Ben had fallen asleep with the laptop still open on his lap, his cellphone was buzzing next to him. So as Sam picked up the computer Ashley reached for it. "It's Dean, he's called sixteen times now" she gasped as she started to flip through the messages.
"Ben got a couple names we can check out in the morning" Sam said over his shoulder, even though Ashley was still listening to the messages Dean left for Ben. "Everything okay with Dean?" Sam whispered.
"Yeah, Ben just called and then hung up on him. Poor kid" Ashley said as she walked over to where Sam was sitting.
"He'll be fine tomorrow" Sam said, allowing Ashley to sit on his lap. "We'll go track down these dumbasses and fight off some hellhounds."
"You're right" she sighed as she walked towards the motel room door. "What do ya' want to eat?"
"Just a salad," he smiled as he loosened his tie "get him a burger."
"Sure" she said closing the door.
Sam looked over at Ben and lingered on his silent, sleeping face. The kid looked nothing like Dean physically- he had every bit of his mother's features, but they weren't feminine in the least. What mirrored his father was his mannerisms, actions, and preferences.
Even now, with Ben asleep on the stiff motel sheets, he slept just like Dean did. Feet crossed at the ankle, arms closed low on his chest, and head falling off to the side. Sam felt his heart stiffen for his brother, but he couldn't give in and pick up the phone, not again, not like Den. Dean walked out- this was Sam's job now. "Hey" Sam called out "no sleeping on the job. Tell me what you got!"