My Slice of Apple Pie - Chapter 1
My Slice of Apple Pie
Fandom - Supernatural
Pairing - Lisa/Dean
Rating - PG13/R
Warnings - er….I don’t know yet.
Disclaimer - I do not own Supernatural or any known characters in the fandom, this is written for fun and I make no money off this bit of fiction. If I did, you’d be paying me!
Summary - Ben never felt safe when Dean was away. He didn’t act like a Father, but he was pretty awesome. Lisa welcomes Dean back into their lives and hopes to make it permanent.
Chapter 1 - Love Struck
It was raining when he arrived home. Home was a four letter word that had mostly been referencing the Impala, which was now under cloth in Lisa’s garage. Sometimes when he took her to the old drive-in movie on the other side of town they’d take his car. Most of the time, he drove the old truck he’d gotten for a hundred and fifty bucks off some drifter. He’d fixed it up and everyday he went to the construction site, and everyday, he’d arrive home at six in the evening for dinner.
It was normal.
Dean felt as if he’d landed in the Twilight-Zone.
Ben greeted him at the doorway with a large hug. He smiled down at the boy and ran his hand through dark brown hair.
Ben smiled up at him. “Guess what?”
“What?” Dean shut the door and took off his jacket.
“I got an A in my History class today,” Ben happily supplied. Dean gave Ben a wink as he hung up his coat.
“Wow, that’s really awesome,” Dean praised.
“Thanks for all the help!” Ben gave him another hug.
“Apparently, you’re good for something after all,” Lisa joked. She stood at the end of the hallway. To their left was the kitchen and the right was the living room, a staircase at the end of the hallway went upstairs. Lisa was carrying down a basket of un-washed laundry.
“Gee, I hope I’m good for more than that!” Dean quipped back good naturedly. He didn’t want Lisa to think that he was just crashing here, like he had all the other times. He was paying the mortgage and other bills, because he was a man and he wanted to feel like a family. The Husband - okay, boyfriend - needed to feel useful. Lisa understood.
She understood a lot, but she never said as much. She was kinda like Sam, except, more womanly. Dean walked forward and took the basket from her; “I can throw this in real quick,” he said and turned away from her. Stepping into the kitchen, he took a long whiff of dinner. Lisa was cooking apple pie. Well, roast with potatoes and carrots for a side and apple pie.
He continued on to the mud room/laundry room that led to the back yard. Swift, light green eyes flashed to the locks. He still found himself noticing the small things from his hunting days - which he’d quit a month before. It was still hard for him to not look for all the exits of a room, the best places to put a Devils Trap or buy a cart load of salt. The lock Lisa had before was dinky, most locks were, and that was till Dean was able to get an industrial sort of lock from his work place. He replaced it that same evening and he felt less paranoid about this particular door.
“How was work?” Lisa called. She was at the stove dishing out the potatoes and carrots into a bowl from the pan she’d baked dinner in - “Is your boss still angry at you?”
“No, it was just a Friday, it was much better today,” Dean replied, “The weekend gave him some time to think about it,” - Dean piled the clothing into the washer, slammed the top down before adding the appropriate amounts of cleaner and softener into the correct openings. Dean then turned dials and pushed buttons to make it work. The washer clicked into motion with a soft whirring sound.
“Good,” Lisa nodded to herself.
Dean lent against the door jam to get a good look at the kitchen, Ben sat at the table playing his DS. Lisa was carving up the roast and there were three places set at the table. He’d been put at the head, which made him feel a bit of an interloper.
“So…” Dean muttered; the quiet getting to him. “What happened to you?” - he scuffed the tip of his boot about the tile.
“David happened,” Lisa sighed with a roll of her eyes.
David Harper was a land developer for a warring company. Dean had heard about the man from the guys he worked with - his boss, Avery Darrow - disliked the man with a passion and it was a contest between the two to see who could do better. Most of the Time Dean got lectures about how Darrow’s men could do a better job that Harper and that they needed to keep the position or they’d all be out of a job.
“It’s rather annoying,” Dean said.
“Hmmmm….what?”
“Nothing, go on,”
“He asked me out, again,” Lisa shrugged. She took a swift look at Ben who’d looked up from his game with a glare.
“I don’t like him, Mom,” Ben opined with a swift kick against the chair leg.
“I know,” Lisa replied with a sigh, it was as if they’d all ready gone over it.
“Is there something I should know?” Dean asked.
“He’s been wanting Mom to go on dates with him since you left the last time you were here,” Ben explained, “He’s mean to me. He doesn’t play ball or likes me to talk about school with him, he doesn’t like me,” Ben stressed the last bit with another pointed look at his Mom.
“Lisa, is this something I brought on you guys?” Dean asked.
“No,” Lisa shook her head, “David just doesn’t think you’re a good match for me, he thinks I want money, all he really wants is a woman who looks good on his arm,” Lisa explained.
“I know where he can get those,” Dean said, and gave Lisa an innocent look when she raised an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah, Down Town,” Ben said.
Lisa’s jaw dropped; “Whuuut!?”
Dean began laughing, “Oh, Honey….!”
Lisa looked from Ben to Dean giggling away madly before giving up and laughing a bit as well. It was pretty funny and truthful at the same time. Maybe the truth in the statement made it funny.
“Anyway….I told him no, like always,” Lisa said forcefully.
“I know, I’m sorry if this has anything to do with me,” Dean sobered immediately.
“Would it be helpful if I leave? Just the house,” Dean hurried to add, Lisa had a stormy look about her and Dean didn’t want to be the one taking on that Monsoon.
“No, Dean,” Lisa put the dinner on the table. She sat down and started serving her son; “I want you to stay,”
“Are you sure it’s not about me?” Dean said. He took some meat and plopped it onto his plate.
Ben rolled his eyes; “Dean, c’mon man! Mom’s in love with you!”
“What?” Dean didn’t know how to take that from a ten year old boy who always made moon-eyes at Linda Struthers from across the play ground.
“Ben!” Lisa muttered under her breath.
“Well it’s true! You were just telling Grandma on the phone!” Ben announced. He stabbed at a potato and popped it into his mouth with a wide, toothy grin.
“You told your Mother you were in love with me?” Dean asked.
“Damn it, this wasn’t how I wanted to tell you,” Lisa ground out through clenched teeth.
“I love you too,” Dean said softly, “You and Ben,”
“What….” Lisa blinked.
“It isn’t a secret, I kept coming back,” Dean replied.
“Is that supposed to mean something?” Lisa demanded.
“Yeah….I kept coming back,” Dean said again as if Lisa hadn’t heard it the first time around.
“What does that mean?” she cocked her head to the said, she still look stormy and Dean didn’t know how to explain and so he fell silent.
Ben looked from his Mom to Dean and back several times before finally opening his mouth; “Mom, he saved me, David didn’t,”
“I know, honey,” Lisa sighed.
“I’m sorry, I’m not good at these chick-flick moments,” Dean uttered over the clinking of his fork against the plait. Lisa sighed but nodded her head.
She always understood, even when she didn’t say so.
TBC