OOOOO There were some heated debates happening in the reviews lol

So disclaimers: Yes, in this story Ben is Dean's biological child. In a later chapter (when the storyline is right lol) I will further explain and dive more into their relationship. I just have so many ideas and storylines planned that I need to figure all that out first. This story is making me very excited and I love that you all are enjoying it and you continue to do so.

On with the show!


Dean rolled up outside his parents' house and parked along the curb. "Here we are ladies and gentlemen," he announced, mimicking a silly tour guide voice, "home sweet home."

Sam rolled his eyes and opened the door.

"Oooo I'm telling them you got out of the car before I turned it off!"

Sam opened the back door and grabbed his overnight bag. "Bite me."

"Why are you always so mean?" Dean fake-cried.

"Oh, shut up."

"Is that any way to thank me for letting you stay all weekend?"

Sam threw his brother the cheesiest grin he could muster. "Thank you, Deeaaannnn!" he said, acting like a child. Dean smacked him on the shoulder and Sam unlocked the front door.

"You're back!" Mary greeted, running in from the kitchen. "And I see you're both still alive and in one piece."

"Yup. He's back to being your problem now," Dean teased.

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

Mary turned her attention to Sam. "Sammy, Brady's packages were delivered yesterday," she explained in a gentle voice. "I had your dad put them in Dean's room so you can open them when you're ready."

Sam's heart skipped a beat in panic. "Cool thanks," he said, trying to downplay his emotions as he headed for the stairs.

"Dean, come help me finish dinner so your brother can get settled," Mary said as she walked back into the kitchen.

"Talk to her!" Sam harshly whispered from the steps once she was out of earshot. Dean tried to fight him back. Sam pointed and gestured for him to go. Dean gave in and stumbled over to the kitchen as Sam continued to run up the steps.

"What are we having?" Dean asked, trying to keep casual.

"I asked your dad to get pizza. They should almost be done," Mary said, cracking open the oven and taking a peek. "Can you make the salad?"

Dean walk over to the fridge and pulled out the ingredients his mom had set aside. He started washing and chopping the lettuce as she set the table.

Just fucking do it. "Mom, I need a favor."

"Of course, honey, what is it?"

Do it. Just ask. "Ben wants to play softball and Lisa wants me to pay for half."

Mary turned and looked at her son. "Let me guess, you can't help cover?" she asked sympathetically.

Dean's face was red from embarrassment. "I know I shouldn't ask but I wouldn't if it was even possible for me," he answered, feeling shameful. "But he's so excited and I don't want to let the kid down."

Mary thought it over for a second. Dean was a good father and he really was trying. Sometimes it was like she was the only one he had in his corner for support. She also hated the custody arrangement Lisa's parents had fought in court for. Dean's never asked for help covering anything before and she knew he was feeling absolutely horrible even considering asking.

"Let me get my checkbook."

The breath of air Dean let out; he felt like he could cry. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," he said, like a little kid who was told he could go out. "I can pay it back."

"Don't worry about it," Mary said, "Although, I could use help with some work around the house."

"Sold!"


Sam stared at the boxes sitting on the empty mattress in Dean's room. They weren't huge boxes; definitely smaller than Sam had in mind when Brady told them he shipped them.

Sam took his pocket knife and sliced the tape on the biggest of the two, finding it packed with more clothes and shoes. Sam let out a laugh. He was sick of wearing what felt like the same five outfits over and over. Some of the clothes he didn't recognize when he pulled them out. At the bottom of the box was a note.

Throwing some old stuff out. Thought you could use it instead. -Brady

Sam smiled and carried everything to his room, shoving it all inside his dresser. Breaking the box down and throwing it on the floor, he focused on the smaller box. If that was my stuff, then this has to be...

Tears immediately flooded Sam's eyes. He laughed nervously, confused why he was getting more emotional than he thought he would. He knew it would be hard to see Jess' belongings again, but he never anticipated this gut-wrenching weight in his chest.

"Dinner's ready," Dean said, knocking on the door. Sam jumped from being startled but Dean didn't seem to notice. "Get anything good?"

Sam quickly wiped his face. "Got the rest of my clothes."

Dean suddenly felt the energy in the room. "Clothes are good," he said softly, noticing that Sam had been staring at a closed box. "Better hurry. Dad got that pineapple crap you like."

That got a smile out of Sam. "Tell them I'll be a minute?"

Dean simply nodded and went back downstairs.

Sam turned back to the box. Maybe another time. He went into the bathroom to wash his face quickly before joining his family for dinner.


Sam lay in bed staring up at his ceiling. He couldn't fall asleep and he had been trying for hours. His mind was just racing and all he could think of was the box. He was curious about what was inside but was still on the fence about opening it yet.

He reached over and grabbed his phone, flipping it open and clicking on Brady's contact.

Thx for sending the boxes

Not even one minute later, the phone buzzed. Sam snorted. Of course, he's awake right now.

Yea no problem dude! followed by Sorry it's not much. Cops still have a lot in evidence.

No worries. Appreciate you trying.

Dude you never told me you got her an engagement ring

Sam slowly sat up in bed.

What r u talking about?

Um hello the giant ass ring? I put it in the box with her stuff

Sam stared at his phone in confusion. I never got her a ring. Worried he somehow did fall asleep and this was a dream, Sam pinched himself. His phone buzzed again.

I found it in your underwear drawer with your pocket knife. Odd hiding spot btw

Fuck your feelings. Sam bolted it from his bed. He crossed through the Jack and Jill bathroom to Dean's old room. Ripping open the box, he dumped all the content on the bed and dug through it. Indeed he found a small blue jewelry box with what could be an engagement ring inside and a pocket knife similar to the one Sam usually carried with him. Sam dug through the other items to see if maybe he could make some sense of it. A teddy bear from when they went to homecoming, some books Jess read while they dated, a couple of journals, a tee shirt she stole from Sam and slept in all the time, her Stanford zip-up, pictures still in their frames, her favorite coffee mug. No, these were all definitely hers. Sam recognized them all instantly. But the knife and ring...

Sam went back into his room and texted Brady back.

These aren't mine dude

Well they were definitely in your apartment followed by Maybe she was gonna propose to you lol

Something about this made Sam feel uneasy. He didn't like any of this. This didn't sound right. None of this made any sense.

Yeah. Maybe.


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