My Slice of Apple Pie - Chapter 2
My Slice of Apple Pie
Fandom - Supernatural
Pairings - Dean/Lisa
Rating - PG13/R
Warnings - Non for now
Disclaimer - I do not own, I make no money. If anyone know the correct definition of this word….let me know!
a/n - I wasn’t sure if Lisa had a last name or not, so I gave her one.
Summary - Ben never felt safe when Dean was away. Dean wants to full fill his promise to Sam. Lisa welcomes Dean into a ‘normal’ life.
Chapter 2 - When Lightning Strikes
Five o’clock came faster than Dean expected. He lay beside Lisa; her skin was smooth as satin and felt very nice to touch. She wore a silky night gown that only reached her knees and showed a lot of boob. Dean slept in his skivvies, it was hot, even wit all the rain they were getting.
The alarm clock blared and Dean smacked it once to make it quiet. He looked about the room, checking that the window was closed tight against the rain. It hit the glass pain with small plunks. The sound filled the aftermath silence of the alarm clock. Dean pushed the covers off him slowly, not enjoying the early morning cold that filled the room.
He traipsed to the bathroom, took a quick piss and jumped into the shower. The first spray of cold water made him wake fully and begin the day as he had for the past four weeks. The water turned hot and Dean used Lisa’s shampoo. He liked the way she smelled. It didn’t matter if the guys at work made fun of him. It felt normal. Shouldn’t two people living with each other smell like each other?
It made the most sense. Dean couldn’t remember if his Dad did the same thing after Mom died. Still, it made him feel complete. He rinsed off and shut the water off. He grabbed a towel to wrap around his middle as he trailed into the bedroom - leaving water in his wake. From the closet - damn, he had half a closet - he pulled out jeans, a white undershirt and an old red flannel. The flannel was too big for him, but it was Sam’s. It smelled like Lisa now, but that didn’t matter, it was the best of two worlds.
Sam….he shook his head. If he thought about Sam he knew he’d break down crying and that was unacceptable. As the big brother he had to keep it together. How would Sam cope if Dean was breaking down all the time?
It helped to think of Sam in a ‘real world’ way instead of in a ‘cage in Hell’ sort of way. Dean couldn’t make it make sense, but, that didn’t matter. Dean always took care of Sammy.
“Enough Dean…that’s enough…” he muttered to himself.
“Hmmmm? What’s enough?” Lisa asked sleepily from the bed.
“Nothing, don’t worry about it, go back to sleep, Lisa,” Dean replied. He threw the flannel back into the closet - not caring that it landed in a rumple heap over their shoes - and picked another shirt. This time blue and it belonged to him. He threw on his clothes and put on his boots.
“I wish you didn’t have to leave so early,” Lisa sat up in bed. Dean took a good look at her. She swept black hair out of her face not caring that she showed off the nicest pair of boobs Dean had ever felt.
“I know,” he stood and had to tear his eyes away from her bust, “Anyway…”
Lisa pulled on her robe and tied it about her loosely before getting out of bed herself, “Well, Ben has to be up in an hour anyway,” she said as she kissed Dean. He smiled at her and they went back to the bathroom to brush their teeth.
* * *
Jasper waved at the white/red truck that pulled into the employee parking lot of their current job site. He hitched up his jeans and tightened his belt. It wasn’t safe to have one’s jeans hanging about the knees like the young kids liked to do these days. Stupid, Jasper always said. You only did that when you wanted to get dead.
Dean jumped out of his truck and waved at Jasper; “Is it just us?” he asked.
“Nope, the Boss is in the trailer,” Jasper walked over a hand was stroking his salt ‘n’ pepper beard he always had braided. He was a touch looking man who always rode his Harley Davidson to work. His wife was much like him, big bone wit muscle and she kept their kids in line. Dean liked Jasper and Hannah Knolls. Their kids were deviants though; Dean was always checking that they didn’t steel his wallet when he was in arms length of the hooligans.
“What’s wrong today?” Dean asked. Avery Darrow never showed up to work this early unless something was wrong…very wrong. Nothing though could be as bad as deflecting the apocalypse, still, that wasn’t the point.
“Someone came in and bashed all the machinery,” Jasper replied.
“Oh shit,” Dean muttered. That was bad.
As in…loosing your job sort of bad…
“What are we going to do about it?” Dean asked.
Jasper shook his head; “I bet insurance will cover it,”
“And if they don’t?” Dean asked.
“Than we’re going to be working for Harper,” Jasper replied, “a man’s gotta put food on the table some how,” he shrugged.
“No one is going to work for that backstabbing bastard!” Avery Darrow was in his mid forties. He had short black hair and eyes. He wore a suit everyday to work and he was good at his job. In his hands he held the plans for the building, his face was red and he was ready to kill something.
“Whoa there, Boss!” Dean held up his hands to fend off a attack from Avery.
“Winchester!” Avery gave him a slight glare before shaking his head, “Some mechanics will be out in an hour, but it’ll take a day or so before everything is fixed up,”
“That’s too bad,” Dean said.
“Do you know who did this?” Jasper asked.
“Obviously its that bastard Harper!” Avery began to fume again, Jasper smirked at Dean, he liked to get Avery’s goat.
“Is there any evidence?” Dean asked.
“Nope, and that’s what annoys the hell out of me!” Avery waved his hands about, the plans flapped about like a pair of bird wings. “I don’t go around pulling this sort of juvenile shit! It always escalates!”
Dean had a sudden flashback of Sam; “It’s Juvenile and it always escalates!” - if only Avery was talking about a beer bottle glued to his hand, then maybe it’d be funny. Dean knew that this situation wasn’t funny and from Jasper and Avery’s body language he got the idea that he should be concerned.
“So what do we do?” he asked.
“I’ll handle it,” Avery sighed, “you’ll get paid,” he promised.
Dean nodded, it was all they were going to get, he could tell.
* * *
Lisa was surprised when Dean walked through the door.
“Did you get fired?” she asked.
“Nope, someone busted up the machines so all us regular workers have a couple days off while some other guys are fixing things up,” Dean explained. He hung up his jacket and ran a hand through his rain dampened hair.
“That’s too bad,” Lisa replied. Dean and Lisa entered the living room and sat down on the couch.
“Yeah,” Dean sighed tiredly, “Darrow thinks that its Harper’s fault but he can’t prove anything,”
“What about the security firm?” Lisa asked.
“I don’t think Darrow can afford it,” Dean shrugged.
“Too bad,” Lisa reached for the television remote to turn it on.
“Well,” Dean stretched is arms and rested them on the back of the couch, Lisa smirked and settled into Dean’s warm side, “I can fix those back steps, ya know,” he winked.
“Yeah,” Lisa nodded, “I also need the gutters cleaned out,”
“Is this my Honey-to-do-list?” Dean joked. Lisa turned and pecked him once on the cheek.
“Yeah,” she agreed happily.
* * *
The sun peaked through in the early afternoon. Drips of water leaked off the eaves to land in the muddy yard. The hammer made a quick job of the nail and Dean hummed Metallica under his breathe. He could hear the vacuum cleaner from inside. It was a normal day. Well, besides the fact that he had the day off.
The lawn needed a good mowing, Dean noticed, and he sat back on his heels. The house wasn’t his, even though he wasn’t the one who bought it. Lisa’s previous husband had and she was able to keep it through his life insurance. Dean wasn’t sure if he minded that fact or not. Standing, he glanced at the shed. Cardboard boxes peeked around and edge, on it the name Victor Brady could clearly be seen. The boxes were covered in dust and taped up, it seemed, for a long time.
Dean hoped Lisa had cleared out Victor’s things before he visited that first time. It’d be really awkward if she’d done it after he’d left. There hadn’t been a choice though. He had to leave. Lisa understood, she always understood. She didn’t want to know more about what he did before settling down with her. Dean and Ben had kept most of the Changeling story to themselves. All that Lisa knew - or Dean thought she knew - was that Ben had been held in a cage with other children, that is, till Dean rescued them.
Linda Struthers had been one of those children; maybe that was when Ben started having the hots for her. That didn’t matter though. Dean was here and he was going to make it last. He wasn’t going to let himself get tempted into going back. He had promised Sam…
“SAM!” Dean hammered the last nail in harder than was necessary. Since that morning his thoughts had always tracked back to Sam like a bad mix-tape. He turned about and sat down on the newly fixed stair. The side door to the garage was opened and Dean could see the draped, left bender of his Impala.
He licked his lips before standing up and gathering the tools. They weren’t even his, they probably belonged to Victor. He piled them into the red tool box before loping across to the garage. He set the tool box to the side before running his hands over the beige tarp. Without hesitation, he pulled the tarp off completely. Dust few everywhere and Dean’s “cool” moment was ruined when he coughed.
Underneath, the Impala had lost the shine Dean worked so hard to keep when he’d been on the road. “I’m sorry, baby,” Dean said and softly touched the paint job.
“Dean?” Lisa knocked on the door. Dean turned towards her. His green eyes looked darker in the twilight of the building.
“Yeah…?” he asked stupidly.
“Are you all right?” Lisa walked towards him.
Dean wrapped his knuckles gently against the car; “Sorry,”
“Why are you sorry?” Lisa asked. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lent against his manly chest.
“I’ve been thinking about Sam a lot lately,” Dean replied.
“It’s hard when a family member’s died,” Lisa understood.
“Yeah…” Dean trailed off.
Lisa turned them so that she could sit on the trunk of the car; “It’s a really sweet ride,” she smiled swelteringly up at Dean.
Dean looked around but gave her a humoring smile anyway.
“What’s wrong, hot rod?” Lisa giggled.
Dean snorted; “did you just giggle and call me Hot Rod?” he asked unbelievingly.
“And what if I did?” Lisa asked and lent against the trunk on her elbows. She showed off a very enticing bit of skin where her shoot road up. “What will you do?”
Dean lent over her and met very kissable lips with his; “Oh, I can think of a few kinky things,” he muttered.
Lisa giggled again; “really?”
“Yeah well…I’ve never done it on my car before,” he winked at her.
“Oh well…then we totally need to rectify that,” and Lisa pulled Dean’s undershirt over his head and threw it into the gloom. After that things got quite steamy.
TBC