"We're late, we're late, we're so late!" Lisa screamed, running around the apartment and gathering Ben's and her belongings. "Ben, come on, we gotta go!"

Dean showed up behind her, actively brushing his teeth. "I'll call the school and let them know he'll be late as you're driving him."

Lisa rummaged through Ben's backpack. "Shit, did he throw his homework in here last night?"

"Check the table!"

Lisa started going through the mountain of random junk piled on the table while Dean ran back to the bathroom, only to find the door locked. Mouth full of toothpaste, he knocked.

"I'm getting dressed!" the voice on the other side shouted.

Dean ran back out to the kitchen and spit in the sink. "Find it?"

"Benjamin!" Lisa called. "What did you do with your homework?"

"It's in my folder!"

Lisa went back through Ben's backpack and pulled out his folder, indeed finding his homework inside. Both she and Dean sighed in relief.

"Least he's starting to get the hang of it," Dean remarked, knowing Lisa had been struggling with getting Ben to put his homework away in his backpack since the beginning of the school year.

Ben showed back up in the kitchen. "I'm ready!" he announced.

"Brush your teeth?" Lisa asked. Ben nodded. "And wash your face?" Another nod.

"Did you remember clean underwear?" Dean asked, adding to the fun.

Ben's face turned pink. "Dad! Stop!"

"What?" Dean defended. "It's a valid question!"

Lisa gave Ben his backpack, took his hand, and started leading him toward the door. "Say bye to Dad, Ben."

Ben turned around and quickly waved. "Bye Dad!"

Dean smiled and waved back. "Bye, buddy."

Lisa opened the door to suddenly reveal Sam standing on the other side. "Jesus!" she cried out when he startled her. "Hi, Sam."

"Bye Uncle Sam!" Ben said cheerfully.

Sam continued to stand outside awkwardly. "Uh, bye Ben, have a good day at school."

Lisa ushered Ben past Sam out to the car as Dean walked over to the door. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Sam scoffed playfully. "You were running late so Mom gave me the keys to the station wagon and sent me over here to make sure you weren't dead."

"Well that's awfully considerate of her," Dean teased sarcastically, "your son's already seen one crime scene, why not send him to another?" Sam's face fell at the snide comment. Dean instantly knew he was in the wrong. "Fuck, Sam, I didn't mean it like that. I was trying to make a joke."

Sam's nose twitched. "It's fine."

"No, it's not. Fuck, I'm really sorry."

Sam couldn't bring himself to look at him. "It's fine," he repeated like he was trying to convince himself more than Dean, "you look like you're still getting ready so I'll just meet you at the shop."

"Sam!" Dean called out as Sam walked off. But Sam was already too far away.


It was another slow day at the shop. Luckily, Bobby heard about Sam's boredom and brought in an old television set just for him. It only had local channels, which pretty much played news or documentaries or all-day marathons of old shows Sam rarely heard of, but hey, it was something.

On commercial break, Sam would spin around on the barstool behind the counter and look out the window into the garage. The other mechanic, Josh, and Dean were out there tinkering with the broken-down Impala Dean purchased a while ago. He had slowly started to clean it up and repair it so it ran again. Sam didn't know what exactly they were working on now; every time Dean tried to explain, the words just went right over Sam's head.

Still bored, and honestly sick of watching TV, Sam hopped off the stool and went out to the garage to join them. They were laughing about something when he snuck up behind them.

"Hey Sam," Dean greeted with a nod.

Sam shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth on his heels. "Whatcha doin?" he asked, sounding like a little kid.

"Well, we were trying to replace the belt," Dean explained, "but I'm pretty sure this asshat just snapped the tensioner."

"I told you, dude, it was already broken!" Josh playfully argued.

"Right, yeah, just like that one dude's gas cap?" Dean playfully argued back.

Sam was confused as hell. "You broke someone's gas cap?"

"It was already broken!" Both Josh and Dean quoted. "You had to be there," Dean further explained to his brother. "Fucking liability, I swear."

Sam tried to pretend to laugh like he was part of the joke, but he still wasn't sure he was getting it. He was trying to fit in with all the car guys at the shop, but it was still really hard.

Josh's cell phone started ringing in his pocket. "Hold on, it's the girlfriend," he explained, walking off and answering the phone.

"Hey, Sam, find me a bottle of blinker fluid, will ya?" Dean asked, pointing to a wall full of bottles of liquids.

Sam smirked. "Nice try. I'm not ten anymore."

Dean chuckled as he leaned back over the engine. "I still can't believe Dad actually pulled that one on you."

Sam decided to have some fun. "So, is Ben getting a sibling soon?"

"What!?" Dean said as he banged his head on the hood. Sam busted out laughing. "Who the fuck said that?"

Sam had to catch his breath before he started to speak again. "I just think it's interesting that she's been hanging around more since her dad died. First family dinner, now she's staying the night-"

"No, she and Ben stayed the night," Dean corrected. "She's been fighting with her mom so I let them get away for a little bit."

"Hm."

"What?"

"Just interesting," Sam noted. "Think she wants to get back together?"

"I don't know," Dean confessed.

"Do you want to get back together?"

"Mom?"

"Mom?"

Dean pointed to the window between the garage and the lobby. Sam turned around to see Bobby and Mary walk in together, smiling and chatting. Now that's something you don't see often.

"Sam, grab the tarp!"

Sam turned back around to see Dean anxiously closing the hood and trying to cover as much of the car as he could with a sheet. Sam grabbed one of the sides and helped him pull it around. Their parents rarely came to the auto shop, so it was fairly easy to hide their gift.

Dean wiped his hands on a rag as the two ran towards the lobby.

"Mom!" Dean greeted. "What are you doing down here?"

"Bobby picked me up and took me out to lunch," she explained. "I'm here to take my car back."

She held out her hand towards Sam, who sheepishly fished for the station wagon keys in his pockets.

"I'm running errands. Do either of you need anything?"

Both boys shook their heads.

"Thanks again for lunch, Bobby," Mary said, smiling. She turned around and walked out of the shop. All three of them watched as she got in the car and drove off.

"Sooooo," Dean said, "lunch with our mom, huh?"

Bobby waved him off. "Just two friends catching up. Don't go getting any ideas." Bobby walked out towards the garage. "And nice job hiding the car!"

"What do you think that was about?" Dean asked Sam once Bobby was out of earshot.

Sam shrugged. "He and Mom knew each other before she knew Dad. They're just old friends."

Dean scoffed. "You're so naive."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Not."

"Too!"


Dean came home fairly early that evening. He dropped Sam off at the house, not staying for dinner. He was surprised to walk in through the apartment door to find Lisa, standing in the kitchen area, surrounded by candles and what looked like a romantic dinner.

Dean was at a loss for words. "Uhhh what's this?"

Lisa sauntered over to him. "Just a little thank-you dinner," she said slyly, putting her arms around his neck. "Ben's staying the night at a friend's."

Dean gulped nervously. "Yeah, about that," he started to remove her arms, "I think we really need to talk."

Lisa gestured around the apartment. "Well, duh, that's kind of what this is for. There's something I need to tell you."

Oh my god, Ben's going to have a sibling. "What?"

Lisa walked over to the table, now wiped clean of all the miscellaneous junk that was there that morning. Did she clean the entire apartment?

"I want to take you to court."

Dean snapped back into the moment. Lisa was standing in front of him holding a big envelope. Lisa, who was also wearing a fairly short black dress, Dean might add. He nervously took the envelope and opened it, pulling out a stack of papers.

"I want to undo everything my dad and his legal buddies did to you," Lisa continued to explain. "I want you in our lives. I know it won't make up for the past few years, but I want Ben to have his father. I want him to have someone he can trust and go to, especially as he gets older. And I don't want to be that mom who keeps her son from his dad anymore."

Dean rummaged through the paperwork. "What are these then?"

Lisa smiled. "I'm refiling his birth certificate. I want him to have your last name."

Dean was overwhelmed with emotion. "Really?"

Lisa started to cry. "That's what it should have been in the first place."

"That may be the sexiest thing you've ever said to me," he said, scooping Lisa up. She wrapped her legs around him as he pinned her against the wall, only stopping their kissing to come up for air.


Dean: So Ben may be getting a sibling now... If u know what I mean

Sam: Gross

Sam: Pls dont talk to me about ur sex life

Dean: U brought it up

Dean: And Lisa wants Ben to have our last name

Sam: What

Sam: How

Dean: Idk can u adopt ur own kid

Sam: Idk

Dean: Good to see skipping law school wasnt a waste

Sam: Dude ur kid's initials are gonna be BMW

Dean: Fuck off bitch

Sam: Jerk

Dean: U know Im really sorry about this morning right?

Dean: Been thinking about it all day

Dean: I feel really bad

Sam: Dont worry. U r forgiven.

Dean: Love u

Dean: U better be fuckin urself if ur not gonna txt back

Sam: Love u 2


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