YALL A LOT HAS HAPPENED SINCE WE LAST TALKED.
I GRADUATED FROM COLLEGE. AND GOT A JOB. I'M A BIG KID NOW.
I'm hoping to get back into writing somewhat consistently but don't hold me to that lol.
I finally finished Two Birds, One Stone so go check that story out! And check out my other stories as well!
On with the show!
Mary and John returned later that afternoon. Everyone sat around the table as Dean explained what was happening with Lisa's dad.
"That's horrible," Mary commented when he had finished. Yeah, no shit Mom. "Do they think he'll pull through?"
"He was still in surgery when Lisa last texted," Dean explained. "I think it's a bypass or something."
"Well, you let her know we're here to help if they need anything."
"We are?" John asked. Sam snorted at the immediate glare Mary shot his way.
"Dad?" a voice called from upstairs.
"Must be mine," Dean said, laughing awkwardly to himself as he rose from the table. He jogged into the other room towards the stairs. "Yeah?"
Ben came down the stairs rubbing his eyes. "I'm hungry."
"I don't suppose you like cheeseburgers?" Dean asked, recalling what his parents brought home for lunch. Lucky for him, Ben nodded. Dean smiled. "Well, come on dude, I'll heat one up for you."
Dean led a very nervous and shy Ben into the dining area. "Here, you can sit in my spot next to Grandma," Dean said, pulling his chair out. Ben slowly walked over and sat down in the chair. It had been a long time since he last saw his grandparents. Dean could remember his fourth birthday when he and Lisa were still together. It could easily have been the last time.
"Ben!" Mary greeted. "Oh my gosh, look how big you've gotten."
Ben bit his lip and slid down in the chair.
"So Ben, how old are you now?" John asked, throwing his Grandpa hat in the ring.
"Seven," Ben answered quietly.
"Is that so?" John turned and looked at Dean waiting for the microwave to finish. "You know, when your dad was seven-"
"He doesn't want to hear any stories, Dad," Dean said, loudly interrupting him.
"I do!" Sam playfully argued, eager for more embarrassing material on his brother.
Dean walked over with Ben's burger and set it on the table in front of him. "No the fuck you don't," Dean hissed in Sam's ear. Sam rolled his eyes as Dean smacked him upside the head.
Ben stared at the burger, feeling nervous in a room full of strangers all watching him. He started to sink into the chair and kick the legs under the table.
"How about we go upstairs?" Mary asked John, offering them a way out. John didn't seem to notice and grunted in response. He was tired from his doctor's appointment anyway.
With them gone, Ben started to relax a little. He picked up the burger and took a big bite, smearing ketchup on his cheeks. Sam was impressed with how quickly Dean had picked up a napkin and started wiping his son's face.
"How's Grandpa?"
"Don't talk with your mouth full."
Ooooo on a roll Daddy-o.
Ben swallowed dramatically so his dad could see. "When can we go back and see him?"
"When he wakes up."
"When will that be?"
"I don't know, kid. Whenever your mom calls me and says I can take you back."
Ben frowned at that answer. He took another bite, leading to more ketchup on his face. Dean gave up on the napkins.
Sam was having fun watching the scene play out in front of him.
"What are you looking at?" Dean asked snarkily.
Sam took a sip of his soda. "Like father, like son," he said, pointing to Ben who had practically devoured the entire burger at this point.
"Here," Dean said, sliding over a half-full container of french fries. "Because he's being a bitch, you can have the rest of these."
Sam faked a dramatic gasp. "Dean! Swearing? In front of your child?"
Ben shrieked with laughter. Sam smiled and winked at him.
"He's my kid; he's heard worse," was Dean's only argument. "Hell, Lisa has said worse."
Nothing like watching a seven-year-old nod as he munches on french fries.
After lunch, Dean thought he'd play it safe and throw the kid in the bath. None of the ketchup went in that kid's mouth. And he still smelled like hospital cleaning products. Lisa would not appreciate either of those two things. Or the stains on his shirt, which Mary happily taught Dean how to treat and threw in the wash.
"Alright, Ben, I'm sure that water's freezing by now," Dean said from outside the bathroom. "Time to get out."
A little "aww" could be heard down the hallway.
Dean propped open the door. "Grandma washed your shirt."
"Don't look!"
"I'm not looking, dude, I'm trying to give you clothes to help you out so you're not running around here naked."
A sound of disapproval lingered down the hall.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Look, I'll leave your clothes here on the sink. You can get dressed on your own and then we'll find something to do. How does that sound?"
Another sound of disapproval.
Dean was starting to get annoyed. "You have five minutes or I'm taking you out of the tub myself," he threatened, latching the bathroom door behind him.
John came out of the master bedroom chuckling to himself.
"What's so funny?" Dean asked.
"That kid aint even as half as stubborn as you were at his age."
It took everything in Dean not to stomp back to his room and slam the door.
Ben was absolutely adamant about playing Monopoly for whatever odd reason. Dean only agreed if they played as a team because he wasn't explaining the rules every five seconds. John and Mary weren't in for very long and Ben absolutely destroyed Sam's ass by raising the rent on Boardwalk and Park Place. A very bitter and bankrupt Sam suggested something quicker like Sorry or Trouble. Dean voted for his favorite Clue, which Ben had never heard of before so they absolutely had to play it. Sam won that one, which proved Ben to be a sore loser. But it was also getting late so Dean thought he was just getting tired.
John pulled out a box of old Scooby Doo movies and popped one into the DVD player. Mary smiled, remembering the days when that was all it took for her sons to fall asleep.
Ben started out sitting in the middle of his dad and uncle, sharing a bowl of popcorn with Sam. At some point, he started to rest his head on Sam's shoulder and his eyes started to close. Sam started to panic; Dean was just grateful it wasn't him getting smushed by a kid. Mary stopped the movie and Dean scooped Ben up and carried him upstairs to bed. John pulled out an old air mattress from the hall closet so Dean could sleep on the floor in the same bedroom.
As he was about to go to bed himself, Dean's phone went off. In a quick attempt not to wake the sleeping child, he grabbed his cell and ran out to the hall. He had already missed two calls so he checked his text messages.
"Son of a bitch."
"What's up?" Sam asked, coming up the stairs.
"Lisa's dad died."
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