My Slice of Apple Pie - Chapter 4
My Slice of Apple Pie
Fandom - Supernatural
Paring - Dean/Lisa
Warnings - blood guts and gore….eventually
Rating - pg13/R
Spoilers - Possibly for 1.6 but I am not sure. I do not plan on bringing in a lot of those details, merely that I want to just go with what I had planned out. I don’t think this story is AU at all.
A/ N - Like I said in the spoiler note - I am not sure if I’ll bring any details from ‘Exile on Main Street’ into this story. I think my original vision does fit well and I plan on going with that.
Summary - Dean’s trying to assimilate into proper life. It’s kind of hard when everywhere he looks he sees/suspects that something Supernatural is going on. Lisa and Ben try to help.
Chapter 4 - A Weekend Project
The sharp bangs of the hammer interrupted the peaceful Saturday afternoon. It’d been a week since that Bogyman attack and Dean still hadn’t the chance to replace Ben’s window. The construction site had been cleared and all the workers called on such short notice - and their work load had been doubled by the unsuspected vacation. Dean honestly didn’t mean to leave the window boarded up as he had.
Ben was now thoroughly glued to salt. He had a salt shaker in his backpack to take to school; he had a stockpile in his room and anywhere else where he’d be able to get to them. He’d begged Dean to show him the proper way to lay a salt line and he liked to practice around the yard. Linda had asked after it when she saw Ben earlier that morning and he happily told her about the monster and that Salt was to keep it away. Ben then invited her to learn how to do up a proper salt line.
Lisa had just cocked an eyebrow up at Dean, who was on the ladder fitting in the frames for the windows. He just shrugged back at her and gave a simple; “It helps doesn’t it?” before going back to carving the protection runes into the wood. No one would notice and Ben would have double protection at night.
Lisa didn’t understand, but Ben did. Dean had figured the kid hadn’t gotten over the Changeling incident. Though who could blame Ben for that? Lisa mentioned a few times over the phone that Ben slept with the lights on for weeks after he’d been saved. Dean had told her to use an infusion of anise seed, angelica and althea to dispel Ben’s worries. Dean had even e-mailed Lisa the healing spell with all the instructions so that she could do it properly. After all, potions were basically the same as cooking as long as you had a good recipe at hand.
Lisa had returned that e-mail and said that it did help Ben to sleep at night and that he was happier. Dean was glad to hear that. He was even more surprised when he’d finally noticed Lisa’s magical garden in the back yard. For some odd reason he’d never noticed it before that morning. Unconsciously he had started to list each magical property the flowers or herbs had and how they could be used.
Lisa wasn’t a witch, but she wasn’t stupid either. Why go to a Witch when you had a Hunter as boyfriend. Dean still had the Grimoir as well. It had several dozens of healing spells in it that had helped him and Sam out a time or two.
Sam probably would have just shaken his head at Dean’s socio-like worry about Lisa and Ben. He’d have found Ben’s practice at laying a salt line amusing and he’d have mentioned the time he’d started learning. Yeah. Fun times. Dean thought as he hammered in the last nail before tugging at the wood a bit. It held.
“Dean,” Ben yelled up. He stood at the bottom of the ladder, not touching it. “Are you almost done? Mom wants us to go out to dinner tonight,” Ben announced.
Dean grinned down at the boy; “All I have to do is put in the glass panels and I think we’re good,” Dean replied, though it was a lot more involved by then but it wasn’t yet dinner.
“Okay, I’ll go tell Mom,” and Ben ran inside. It looked as if his injuries from school had finally healed. Dean knew by two ways, first Ben was more active around the yard, and second - he’d given the healing salve back to Dean. Dean put it in their drug cabinet in case it was needed. He also had a second jar of that stuff in the Impala, so he wasn’t worried.
The day wore on and Dean finally got the windows done. Lisa hung up Ben’s drapes and blinds before they started getting ready for a night out on the town.
They met up with Sid, Morgan and Hannah at Chilies’. They even shared a table. Sid and Morgan were best friends of Lisa’s. She’d known them since High School. Lisa’s outing was more for them to meet Dean, her boyfriend.
The kids were off at the small arcade this Chilies’ hosted when the adults got down to serious talk. “So, when are you and Lisa gonna tie the knot?” Morgan asked. She was bright woman with sun bleached hair and dark blue eyes. She couldn’t be more than Lisa’s age. Sid gave Dean a mildly sorry look on his wife’s behalf.
“We haven’t talked about it,” Dean blinked as he looked from Morgan to Lisa; trying to gage the womanly threat level. Morgan was giving Lisa a look that said “men are idiots” - which Sam usually liked to level at Dean - and Lisa was shaking with laughter.
“He’s only been with us a month and…” Lisa looked swiftly to Dean before going on, “He’s just lost his younger brother, the only families he’s ever had, so we haven’t actually talked about how serious we wanted to go,”
It was a better excuse coming from her. Sid was nodding his head in understanding; “Yeah, we lost Victor about a year ago to a house fire,” Dean didn’t know if this was a brother of Sid’s or not, but it didn’t matter. Losing someone you were close too always hurt.
Dean sipped at his water. He’d never been big on drinking before crashing down at Lisa’s. Only because Sam hadn’t wanted too and what was the point when you didn’t have anyone to share a beer with? Sid had ordered a beer but looked slightly pleased when Dean went for water over the bitterness of alcohol.
“That’s too bad,” Morgan was saying, “are you going to have a funeral?”
And Dean realized after a couple of beats of silence that it was aimed at him; “No…” he coughed, “there was nothing left of Sammy,”
“I’m so sorry, that must be so hard on you,” Morgan was giving him pity-looks and Dean hated it.
“I’ll be fine, I’ve got Lisa and Ben and keeping busy is helping a lot too,” Dean smiled slightly, trying to make a brave face in light of the fact that Sid and Morgan thought he was falling apart at the seams, which wasn’t true. Lisa saw through his lie, but didn’t say anything - or kick him under the table…
… Sam would have…
“I heard about your break in,” Sid turned the conversation over a new leaf, “Do you know the guy?”
“No,” Dean shrugged, “I bet it was a kid who was just bored and thought’d we be easy,”
“There’s been a rash this past summer,” Morgan said, shaking her head, “We got a burglar alarm to help Hannah sleep at night,” she looked over to Ben and Hannah who were playing verses on a pinball machine.
“Yeah, Ben’s now obsessed with Salt,” Lisa mentioned. Then she looked to Dean, too late now.
“Salt?”
“Yeah, I told him it’d keep the bogyman away,” Dean shrugged.
“Oh, is that what he thought the intruder was?” Sid asked, “Linda was talking to Hannah this afternoon and was going on about the bogyman being in Ben’s closet. I thought it was all a joke till just now,”
“Yeah well….I had to give the kid something to occupy him at night, ya know, to make him feel like he was being pro-active in his own safety,” Dean replied as if it made perfect sense in the world.
“That’s a perfect idea, we’ll try that with Hannah the next time she wakes us up because there’s something in her bedroom, last time it was supposedly a clown that could disappear and reappear whenever it wanted,” Morgan laughed, “she has such an imagination!”
Dean felt Goosebumps on his arms. He knew he was just being paranoid, despite the fact that Ben had almost been eaten by the hairy, long-clawed bogyman. This just had to be a coincidence. It had to be. It just had to be…the kids imagination.
“Yeah well, Ben seems taken with it,” Lisa replied. By that time they were done with dinner and the kids were called back for desert.
“And then Dean busted in and shot the thing out my window!” Ben was re-telling the story to Hannah who look mortified but agonizingly she hung onto Ben’s words as if it made up her world.
“What’d you do then?” she asked. If they had been in one of Sam’s dumb cartoon shows, Hannah would have hearts in her eyes; sparkly ones at that!
“Why we went out to shoot it and Dean let me borrow his sawed off shot gun…”
“Ben!” Lisa gave him a hard look, “we don’t own one of those; don’t go making up lies,”
Ben looked put-upon but Hannah just laughed, “wow, Ben, you’re such a good story teller,”
They ordered dessert and when it was finished Sid had invited Dean down to the local pub for a card game with some other buddies that upcoming Friday. Dean said he’d join them and they all went their separate ways.
“I really wish you told me we were going on a double date with them,” Dean sighed as they piled into the minni-van. Dean was behind the wheel and was backing out cautiously.
“I didn’t think you’d go if you knew,” Lisa replied.
“I would do anything for you, Lisa,” Dean gave her a dazzling smile.
“Mom,” Ben spoke up from the back seat, “are you and Dean going to get married?”
“I don’t know honey, but lets not worry about that, besides, a family consists of those who love you now matter what, I don’t think Dean and I need to be married to love each other or to even love you,” Lisa replied. Ben cocked his head at her.
“Huh,” and then he fell silent.
“Is there anything wrong, Benny?” Dean asked, only too late remembering that Ben hated that pet-name. Ben only looked at him before shrugging.
The car ride home was quiet.
Before bed, Ben checked all the salt lines inside the house while Dean checked the ones outside. Lisa rolled her eyes at the two of them but settled on saying nothing in particular. Dean knew she thought they were being silly, how could salt keep anything away?
Ben settled easier that night now that his windows were fixed and that Dean showed him the protection runes on the wood. Ben had asked if he could learn some more about them from Dean, who had said he would as soon as time allotted them the leisure.
Thankfully, Lisa heard none of that.
It was a peaceful night, but Dean had his gun loaded and under his pillow anyway.
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Magical plant properties
Althea - Protection/Psychic powers.
Angelica - Protection/healing/Visions
Anise Seed - Protection/Purification/Youth
Side note - I don’t think there is a spell/potion that uses the flowers/herbs I’ve mentioned. If there is, use with caution. I’m really trying to go off of Harry Potter when I mention my potions. Only because I don’t think that people should play around with ‘real’ magic.