My Slice of Apple Pie - Chapter 3
My Slice of Apple Pie
Fandom - Supernatural
Rating - pg13/ R
Pairings - Dean/Lisa
Warnings - blood, guts and gore are most probably in the future
Disclaimer - I do not own Supernatural or any known characters, nor do I make any money off this bit of fan fiction. Thank you and good night.
Summary - Normal is as Normal does. Lisa wlecomes Dean into a 'normal' life, but the Monsters still persist. Personal and literal.
A/N - Okay, so I found out that Lisa’s last name is Breaden. I chose Brady in the last chapter and so let’s just pretend that she kept her maiden name and hyphenated it to Lisa Breaden-Brady. Savvy?
Chapter 3 - It Never Strikes Twice
Dean whistled. The sky had threatened to rain but the overcast was swiftly sped away by the lazy, late summer winds and the sun beat merrily down on the suburban neighborhood. Dean waved to Mrs. Juliet Peaks who was walking down to the bus stop. Lisa had gone a few moments before, as was the way of families who lived among nicely trimmed hedges, one inch mowed lawns and white picket fences.
Dean found it all normal to such a degree that it made him itch. He only ever got that feeling when he was hunting something Supernatural. He shook his head. There was nothing wrong going on in this neighborhood. Everyone was normal and totally oblivious to thing that went bump in the night.
Dean bent and picked up the sponge from the bucket of hot, soapy water. It was calling the rain gods down on his head, but he didn’t care. The Impala needed a nice scrub down after the rather, steamy, kinky-like sex he and Lisa had on the back bumper. He smiled just thinking about it. She was really into him. Only women who loved the guy who had saved their kid would do that.
Maybe I love her…Dean thought. It was so swift and kicked him in the ass in such a way that he almost, figuratively, fell over onto the concrete driveway.
“What the hell?” he asked out loud. More accurately, he wanted to know when the hell he’d started loving her, at all. It was a foreign thought at most. He’d thought he’d been in love with a few other women before Lisa, well, after her as well. There was, however, one woman he had dreamt about as often as Sam’d had his visions. That’d been Lisa. Ben had figured in on some of those dreams. They were mostly him and Lisa together with Ben doing something normal.
Normal….Normal….Normal….Normal….
Sam’d screamed that word over and over through his teenaged years. Dean had thought he was crazy at the time, but now that he knew what it was all about….he could…almost appreciate why Sam’d always fought with their father over the subject.
Not that Sam had been able to live it for long. Dean had a month, when Sam’d had three years - and then it all blew up in Baby Brother’s face. Dean figured it do the same with him. Something would come along and he wouldn’t be able to do anything but make it go away. He didn’t want to put Lisa and Ben in danger. In fact, when he looked back on it, it was amazing that Zachariah hadn’t used them to get to Dean.
It was a miracle.
Maybe God had been looking out for him all along.
Maybe…
He still had doubts.
Dean swiped the sponge along the black paint of the car. Leaving white streaks of soap in its wake; he let his mind go blank as he went on autopilot. A hand on the hem of his shirt and he looked down for Sam - Ben was there instead and for a moment Dean didn’t know what to do.
“Can I help?” Ben asked. In the back of his mind, the childish voice of Sam echoed the words.
Dean smiled. “Sure, kiddo,”
Ben grinned up at him. He ran to the garage where he threw down his backpack and picked up a clean rag. Then he ran back to Dean and held it up; “Is this okay?”
“Sure is,” Dean nodded his head towards the bucket.
Lisa made an excuse about some cleaning she had to get done before she started dinner and left her boys in the front yard. Dean waved after her.
“So, how was school?” Dean asked.
Ben shrugged; “Okay, I guess,”
“What does that mean?” Dean had bent to scrub at silver bumper.
“Josh Weiden,” Ben shrugged again and swiped his rag on the door. “He thinks he has to take my lunch money,”
“Oh?” Dean gave a side ways look at Ben.
“Yeah, I always have a pb&j sandwich in my bag though, so I don’t go hungry,” Ben sighed.
“Sounds like a lot of trouble to go through,” Dean muttered.
He remembered plenty of times when he or Sam’d been bullied at school. They took care of it though; Dean would beat them into submission and Sam would….let them beat on him. Dean always knew Sam was weird; Especially when it came down to ‘normal’ stuff.
“Mr. Gregson found us fighting in the hallway,” Ben went on.
“I bet it was more like this Josh kid was beating on you and you got blamed for it,” Dean replied darkly.
“I wish I had a big brother like you to help me out with this stuff,” Ben gave Dean a raised eyebrow.
“Huh?” Dean blinked.
“I think you’d have beaten anyone who’d try anything with Sam,” Ben replied. He didn’t actually meet Sam, not really. They had a small interaction after the Changeling incident, but other than that….Dean didn’t think that Ben and Sam had hung out for long periods of time.
“Yeah, I did,” Dean nodded his head.
“What should I do?” Ben asked.
Dean looked around to make sure that Lisa wasn’t listening in. There was something about Mother’s that made them sneakier than a Soul Eater in a SCREAM costume.
“You have to beat them,” Dean replied.
“Yeah?”
“But you can’t get caught,” Dean shrugged, “If that dude was beating on you,” he suddenly realized, “where’s the injuries?”
Ben dropped his rag into the bucket and stood to his feet. He carefully folded up his shirt to show Dean the beginning of black bruises about his chest and middle.
“Shit,” Dean cursed.
“I didn’t tell Mom, Mr. Gregson said to knock it off and Josh left me alone the rest of the day,” Ben pulled his shirt back down.
Dean shook his head and stood up. It was a short trip to the trunk, that’d he thankfully washed first, and he keyed it open. From the first aid kit he always kept in stock, he brought out a small round jar. Sam’d gotten it from a Voodoo Healer the last time they were in New Orleans, Louisiana.
“Put a bit of this on the bruises tonight and in the morning,” Dean said and handed the jar to Ben, “Don’t forget to wash your hands good afterwards, otherwise your fingers will feel numb all day,”
“Cool, thanks Dean!” Ben gave him a hug.
“Ben…if it gets too bad, you have to tell someone,” Dean sighed, he held Ben tightly against him, “I mean…Sam got a broken arm once because of a bully, we didn’t know till late and then he was lucky that the bone set right at all. If we’d been later, the Doctor said that he’d brake the arm a second time to make it right,” Dean explained.
“You’re job must have been dangerous,” Ben looked up.
“Yeah, and that’s why I am weird when it comes to locks, salt and my guns,” Dean joked. It was feeble but Ben smiled anyway.
“Thanks Dean,” Ben put the jar in his pocket, “I’ll give it back,”
“Don’t worry about that till those bruises are healed,” Dean replied.
Ben nodded and Dean pushed the trunk shut.
- - -
“What sort of bruises?” Lisa asked incredulously.
“This Josh kid was beating up on Ben at school,” Dean toed off his boots. “I gave him something that Sam and I always used, and its good stuff. I didn’t think he wanted you to know, but I knew you’d be pissed if I didn’t tell you, so…for now…I think we just leave it alone,” Dean explained.
“And what about when he gets a broken arm?” Lisa hissed.
“I told him he had to tell us when that happened,” Dean gave her a look that said ‘I know what I am doing’.
“When?” and now she was glaring.
“Lisa, darling…it’d embarrass Ben if we just barged into the school and told them what for,” Dean raised his hands to stave off an attack.
“We?” her lips were pursed in a line and Dean didn’t really like Lisa being angry.
“Lisa, I….well….was trying to help…” he scratched the side of his face.
Lisa let out a huffed sigh before rolling her eyes heavenwards; “I know, Dean…its just that we’ve been on our own for so long…”
“I really want to be permanent,” Dean interrupted.
“You are,” Lisa cocked her head at him, though she was frowning instead of glaring and Dean felt a bit better.
“Really?” it was his turn to be incredulous.
“Dean…Ben asked when you were coming back, and he called you Dad,” and now she was smirking.
Dean was floored, literally. He fell off the bed when it struck him and he was then blinking up at Lisa who’s long black hair hung from the side of the bed as she looked down upon him.
“Please tell me you aren’t kidding,” Dean muttered.
“I’m not,” she was laughing now.
“Damn,”
“What’s wrong?” she was frowning again. This would be bad if he didn’t stave her off right now.
“Nothing, look….I’m glad to hear it,” Dean smiled and sat up. He pulled himself onto the bed and Lisa rolled away from his slightly.
“He really does love you,” Lisa mused as she pulled the blankets down in order to settle into bed.
“I like him a lot,” Dean said and settled in beside her.
She yawned, “I don’t know how permanent it’ll be, but you need to stay for a long time,” and then she was asleep and it was Dean’s job to turn off the lamps. Above them the ceiling fan was plop-plop-plopping softly and the night was quiet.
- - -
Ben sat up in his bed; he thought he had heard a rustling sound; as in clothing being moved about in a sneaky fashion. He gulped and turned on the bedside table lamp. The glow didn’t do anything to the darkness, not really. Only a corner of his bed was illuminated. He didn’t like it, at all. He’d have to travel across his bedroom in order to get to the main light-switch.
He wasn’t going unprepared though. From the night stand he grabbed up the salt shaker and his flash light. Maybe it was overkill, but Ben surely didn’t think so. He didn’t want to be taken away from his family. Again. The first time had sucked and Dean didn’t say in so many words - but Ben knew he’d have died sooner or later if Dean wasn’t there to get him.
That was what a Dad did. What his Dad should have done. But Dean had done it, and to Ben, that made Dean his “Dad”.
Slowly, Ben flicked on the flash light. It illuminated the room, but most importantly, it flashed across white claws and a furry arm. Ben let out the fiercest scream he had inside him.
The door flew open and Dean shot at the big, furry thing. There was a pained scream before the shatter of glass. Lisa ran to Ben and held him close while Dean turned on the light-switch to see the damage.
“What was that thing?” Lisa asked softly, calmly.
“Bogyman, I think…was it hairy?” Dean directed the question to Ben.
The child nodded; “Yeah, and it has some sharp claws,”
“Okay, I can handle this,” Dean said. He left the room and Lisa took Ben away to the master bedroom down the hall. Moments later they heard Dean in Ben’s bedroom. The blows of a hammer wafted through the quiet house.
“Mom?” Ben looked up at her, “what’s Dean doing?”
“Taking care of business, darling, it’s all right,” she smiled down at him. She brought a hand up to lightly run her fingers through Ben’s hair.
Dean, when done, stood in the doorway of the master bedroom. “I’ll see about getting the window replaced tomorrow morning,” in his hand he had a salt container. He started to salt everything around the room, even under furniture and the windowsills.
“Dean, what’s all the salt for?” Lisa asked.
“It’s to keep the monsters away,” Ben said as if his mother should have known that all ready.
“Salt keeps most everything away,” Dean shrugged.
“And what about those things that doesn’t stay away?” Lisa asked with a raised eyebrow.
Dean smiled and held up his silver gun; “and you wondered why I played at being 007!”
-TBC-