SN-I'm Buring For You:E4:No Son of Mine-Part One
Series Title: I'm Burning For You
Episode Title: No Son of Mine 1/5
Authors: usmc75
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating/Warnings: PG, information all the way to Season four...just a bit remixed.
Summary: Now that they have their mother's hard drive, Dean gets a call that might just change his life.
Previously on Supernatural
Burn out the day
Burn out the night
I can't see no reason to put up a fight
I'm living for giving the devil his due
Blue Oyster Cult
I'm Burning for You: Episode Four
No Son of Mine:Prelude
Ms. Laimos was an excellent first grade teacher.
She had that ready smile that put children and parents at ease. She had the long, dark hair that was kept up, giving her the automatic appearance of authority. Her features were dark, almost olive skinned she was just pretty enough for boys to have crushes on yet normal enough looking for mothers not to be jealous of. She had a boisterous attitude that most first grade teachers possessed along with an abundance of cheerfulness and positive thinking that could get you through just about any class of six year olds.
One of things she adored about first graders was their ability to nap at just about any time. The large mats in the back of the class gave them ample room to curl up and grab an hour or so of sleep, giving her time to grade papers, set up snacks and then wander around their sleeping forms with an eyeball in her hand.
She kept the eyeball on a shelf behind her desk; it sat on a small pedestal, too high for the view of small children. Though as large as a human’s, the pupil was a dark emerald green and slit like a reptile’s. In fact the one time one of her fellow teachers had noticed it they had asked her where she had gotten the alligator eye.
She had smiled and said Florida, but she had been lying.
She held the eyeball carefully in the palm of her hand. Though it looked like glass, its soft membrane covering made it far too delicate to manhandle. As she went from child to child, kneeling down, putting the eyeball up to their faces she whispered quietly to the eyeball in a language not spoken aloud for 2500 years. She had started the school year with 23 children, 23 boys and girls who had walked into her class and trusted her completely. They loved their Ms. Laimos, and they were sure she loved them back.
There were only 21 kids left in her class now.
She passed the eyeball over to the next sleeping child. It was a small boy with brownish hair. His features were scrunched up in concern, his eyes darted and legs twitched as he ran from a spectral nightmare in his head. Ms. Laimos brushed a hand through his hair to sooth him, she saw his almost golden hazel eyes look up at her for a moment and smile.
“Hey Ms. Laimos” he said with his eyes half opened “How you doing?” The inflection of his voice made it clear he was, in his own six year old way, coming on to her. It was his way; he seemed to be that forward with all the girls in class. He was a terrible flirt and his teacher was well aware of it by now.
She smiled back “Go back to sleep.” she whispered quietly, brushing his hair again.
He closed his eyes slowly, drifting back into slumber when the eyeball twitched in her hand. He saw the movement, his eyes opening in surprise and what looked like curious surprise. His mouth opened as the eyeball swiveled in her palm and looked directly at him. He let out a low “That is awesome!” Ms. Laimos looked down at the eyeball and then back to the boy, who was reaching out with one small finger to touch it.
“Don’t” she said quietly but sternly. He stopped and looked up at her.
“How are you doing that?” he asked, thinking it must be some kind of trick. The eyeball followed him as he sat up, Laimos was thrilled, they had finally found the one.
“Magic” she said smiling. “I’ll let you play with it after class if you want.”
“Really?” he said, overjoyed at the prospect of playing with a real magic eyeball.
“I promise Ben” she said “Just lay down and we’ll talk about it after class.”
Ben Braeden lay back down on the mat, he was tingling all over inside. A real magic eyeball…that was SO wicked.
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“Why is this taking so long?” Dean asked, looking over Sam’s shoulder.
Sam sighed and turned around slowly “Probably because you are hovering behind me asking me why is this taking so long?”
“No it’s not.” Dean said making a face. And then he paused “Is that making it take longer?”
Sam shook his head and turned around “It’s a tedious process Dean. Every time I enter a password and its wrong I need to reset the hard drive so it doesn’t know someone is trying to break into it and locks itself down.” Sam rebooted the hard drive again “If I don’t after three fails it will lock itself up and wait for the master password.”
“What’s the master password?” Dean asked.
“If I knew that Dean I wouldn’t be doing this would I?”
Dean rubbed a hand through his hair as he thought “Did you try my birthday?” Sam nodded. “Your birthday?” Nod. “Dad’s?” Nod. “Mom’s?” Nod. “Day dad died?” Nod. “Day they got…”
Sam snapped “I tried them Dean! I tried all of them ok?”
Dean stopped and glared at his brother “Did you try the day Star Wars came out?”
Sam looked up at him like he was crazy. Dean pointed a finger at Sam “See? Dad loved Star Wars dude…I bet it’s Star Wars day.”
Sam sighed and mumbled under his breath “There is no Star Wars day.”
Dean scoffed and walked away “Shows what you know.”
They had been holed up at Bobby’s for over a week now. Since leaving Lawrence Sam had spent all his time trying to crack the hard drive they had recovered from their mom’s computer. Dean had spent all his time bugging Sam. Bobby had gone out on a hunt, from the vagueness of it they had both surmised it had come from Ellen the way he had avoided the topic. So the house was too quiet, too empty, and for Dean too boring.
He wandered into the kitchen, searching for something to munch on. Everywhere was too far from Bobby’s place to just go grab a bite, and Dean hadn’t wanted to leave Sam out of his sight. Since his ‘possession’ he had been watching him like a hawk. Dean had questioned what he had remembered about it, but Sam’s answers had been vague and unhelpful. So Dean knew something was up.
He pulled out some ham and mayo as he went to look for the bread. He was a bit peckish and a sandwich or three might hit the spot. He was reaching for the bread when his phone rang. He pulled out his cell and looked at the number…his face paled as he saw the name.
Flipping it open he said in a shocked voice “Lisa?”
“Hi Dean” the voice said from the other side. She sounded…scared, hesitant. In other words everything she hadn’t been when they had spent their time together years ago. Though girls had come and gone through his life, Lisa was…different.
“Lisa” he said neutrally “You ok?”
She laughed “Yeah…I’m sorry for calling out of nowhere, but I…I needed to talk to you.”
“Sure” he said sitting down at the kitchen table “Been awhile.” he said marveling at the timing of life sometimes.
“Yeah” she said, he could hear the smile in her voice “You never called back.” her tone was still light, but there was the reality under her voice that told him, it was a serious statement.
“Yeah” he said uncomfortably “My job…it just…you know.”
“Yeah” she said, her tone making It obvious she did know “Well like I said, I don’t mean to call out of nowhere, but I just needed to talk to you.”
“Of course…” he said quickly “…it’s no big deal. What’s up?”
She sighed and was silent for a moment before she said “Dean…you have to understand I am not calling for anything. I’m not looking for something or wanting you to change anything in your life. I just…I just think I owe you an explanation.”
“Explanation?” he said, still not grasping what she was getting at. Was she sick?
“Dean…when we were…” she started when he heard another phone line pick up on her side.
Dean could hear a child’s voice “Mom! Are you talking to him! Did you find him?”
Lisa’s voice called through the phone “Benjamin Dean Braeden hang up this phone NOW!”
“Man” the voice said, Dean could hear his voice mumble as he was hanging up “Don’t get your panties in an uproar.” and click.
Dean could hear Lisa yell “I heard that young man!” If Dean wasn’t in shock he would have laughed at the exchange. Instead he held on to the phone like a drowning man holds on to a life preserver. After a second he heard Lisa ask “Dean…you still there?” Dean nodded but said nothing. She asked again “Dean? Did you hang up?”
Dean shook his head “No” he choked out “No…I’m here.”
She was paused for a moment as Dean’s mind raced to do the math. Before he could saw anything she asked “Is there any way you can come meet him?” she sounded apologetic “He’s been asking questions and…and I think he should meet you.”
Dean’s mouth was completely dry as he croaked out a small “Ok”
He heard her sigh “You don’t have to panic Dean; I am not going to squeeze you to stay or anything. I just want him to know…”
“…his father.” Dean finished for her. And suddenly he was no longer panicking “He should know his father Lisa.” he didn’t mean to sound so harsh but it came out like that. “I’ll head out now, will be there sometime tomorrow night.”
“Thank you Dean.” she said as they could hear a whispered “Yess!” come over the line.
“Ben get off the phone!” she screamed and the phone clicked off again.
Dean chuckled this time “I’m on my way.” and he hung up the phone.
He sat at the kitchen table for almost an hour, finally he rested his head in his hand and sigh “oboy.”
No Son of Mine: Part One
They drove almost two hours with a word being spoken.
Sam had the laptop set up between them in the front seat, the hard drive was connected to it through a set of wires and the screen was flashing something as they drove. He had written a program that was randomly entering passwords into the hard drive and then resetting it as they failed. It was faster than Sam doing them manually, but the silence in the car was thick and almost unbearable.
As they passed the marker into Indiana Dean finally said “Well say something.”
Sam didn’t even look over at his brother as he said “You never learned how to use a condom or just too stupid?”
Dean sighed “We were safe dude.” and then he paused “Well we were the first couple of nights…after that it gets…blurry.”
Sam scoffed under his breath “Typical.”
Dean looked over at him “It wasn’t like that.”
Sam looked back at him “Oh yeah, I’m sure it wasn’t.”
Dean’s eyes narrowed as he drove “Dude…don’t talk about Lisa like that.”
Sam looked surprised “Oh I am not talking about Lisa Dean.” his voice got a bit high “Trust me…I am just surprised there aren’t more little Winchesters running around out here wondering who their dad is.”
Dean’s lips pursed into a frown as he bit back his reply. Sam sighed as he looked back to the laptop and bit his own words back. After about thirty minutes Dean said “It wasn’t like that.”
Sam kept studying the laptop “You said that.”
“And I meant it.”
Sam looked up and saw the sincerity in Dean’s face. He sat back and asked “How?”
Dean looked back to the road as he thought “Lisa wasn’t a one night thing.”
Sam raised an eyebrow “From what you’ve said it was a weeklong miniseries almost.”
Dean shot him a glance “It wasn’t Roots dude, it was just…” he fought over his own words “…it was just I didn’t want to leave.” Sam was struck by the tinge of pain in Dean’s voice, the real emotion that soaked through his inflection. Sam watched his brother struggle with himself before simply saying again “It wasn’t like that.”
Sam cracked a grin as Dean looked at him sideways. Sam saw him look away and his smile got bigger “You loved her.”
“Shut up” Dean said quickly.
“You fell in love with her.” Sam said, this time sounding a bit more excited.
“Shut it” Dean said in a low tone.
“Oh my god.” Sam said throwing his head back and laughing. He looked out the passenger window “I never dreamed I’d see that.”
“See what?” Dean demanded.
Sam looked back at him “Dean Winchester falling in love with a one night stand.” He shook his head “Didn’t you try to impress on me when we were growing up that if you stayed long enough for them to cook you a meal, you were there way too long?”
Dean grumbled as he drove off into the night. Sam could hear him say under his breath “It wasn’t like that.”
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Mary watched and waited.
So far the demons had been very careful about leaving her unattended wherever they were. On the couple of times they had both left, another demon stood guard over her, watching her as if she was going to do a magic trick or something. So far she didn’t have the chance to try one.
She knew the wards Missouri had placed on her were still in effect. The Yellow eyed bastard hadn’t been able to read her mind or possess her like he had wanted, which meant she was kept alive in case they could get her to break. She knew what they wanted to know, they knew she knew. Now it was simply a matter of wills.
It was time for the three o’clock beating.
She didn’t know if it was actually three o’clock, it was really just a place holder between the morning beating and the after dinner beating. They believed they could make her crack, Meg had argued that they should have called someone named Alistair to help but Azazel had complained that he was on her side and by calling him here, would alert her. From the way they both reacted to that news made Mary wonder who this mystery woman was.
Azazel was starting in on the eye again.
It had just begun to swell shut, the pain moving from screaming intolerance to just throbbing ache when he began striking her again.
“Where.” he said, his fist casing lights to flash behind her eyes. He wasn’t very good at this she thought to herself as his words blurred in her mind as the pain made her head spin. There was no clarity to his attacks, no building of pain that made people crack under torture. Instead he simply inflicted pain like a little boy and then stood there waiting for a reaction. She had been beat before, this was nothing she couldn’t deal with.
Her mind came back to the present as he hit the eye again. “The pain was lesser, the area was growing numb by this point, another indication he was a rank amateur at this. Work an area too much, the area simply gives out, the body’s natural defense against intolerable pain; make it go dead.
“Where.” he asked again.
She looked up with her one good eye “I’d like a Ceaser salad, dressing on the side, and do you have any white wine that would go good with that?” She tried to smile but she wasn’t sure her mouth was responding.
He hit her again “Where.”
She looked up and was going to try to spit blood at him when Meg formed behind him. She would never get used to seeing the swirl of black smoke materialize into a female form out of nowhere. She knew that bitch was no good for Sammy.
“I have word.” she said quickly, staying an arm’s length away from her father.
He stopped, hand still raised to strike Mary. He seemed to contemplate it for a moment and then hit the hunter again before turning around “What?”
“You said you wanted the WHOLE set right?” she said eagerly.
He tried not to sigh “Yes.”
“Well then, how would you like three generations of Winchesters?” she smiled evilly.
He smiled back “Go on.”
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The Impala pulled up in front of the house.
Dean sat there, car idling as he stared up at the house. Sam looked to the house and then back to Dean. His brother kept looking at the house like he was expecting it to leap out and attack him suddenly. After about a minute of this Sam said “Dean? We’re here.”
Dean kept looking like he hadn’t heard Sam for a moment and then he turned the car off. In a low voice Dean said “Sammy I am freaked.”
“By what?” Sam asked with a laugh “We’re talking about a six year old…not a demon.”
“Rather face the demon.” Dean mumbled. Sam was about to question his freaked out brother some more when the front door opened…and one of the hottest women Sam had ever seen in the flesh walked out. He gaped at her for a moment before he even realized he had his mouth open and let out an involuntary “Wow”
“Tell me about it.” Dean said looking up at the woman with sheer admiration in his eyes. Sam had seen Dean lust before, seen him drool, even seen him leer at girls…but this look was something else completely. This was…this WAS different.
“Well you gonna get out or just drive around the block a few times?” she said from the front porch. Dean shook his head and began to get out of the car quickly, Sam chuckled softly as he followed.
Sam could see the look in Lisa’s eyes as Dean walked up to her; they were alive with what had to be passion as she bit her bottom lip. Dean climbed the first two steps of the front porch and dropped his bag as she opened her arms; Dean leaned in and kissed her deeply. Her arms wrapped themselves around Dean’s jacket as she hugged him close to her…Sam felt distinctly uncomfortable for a moment, like walking in on a couple have sex it was so intimate. He was about ready to cough to remind them he was there when the front door came flying open and a small child came running out.
“Is this him? Is this him?” he cried out, nudging Dean out of the way as he inserted himself between them. Dean took a step back and looked down as the small face looked up at him with a demanding face “Are you him?”
Dean cocked his head “Depends on who you think I am.” he said neutrally.
“Are you Dean Winchester?” the child said with that patient tone all kids take when talking to slow adults.
“Maybe” Dean said with mock seriousness “Depends on who you are.”
Sam saw the boy let out a deep sigh that blew his bangs out of his eyes “I am Benjamin Dean Braeden, I’m six years old and I go to Pedmont Elementary School.” he put his hands on his hips “Now who the hell are you?”
Lisa said sternly “Ben!” but the boy ignored him.
Dean knelt down to get to eye level with the boy “You kiss your mom with that mouth?” he said.
Ben gave his glare back to him “Well not like that!” as he rolled his eyes.
Sam burst out laughing as he watched the two Dean’s stare off at each other. It was like looking at old photos, the kid was SO dean it was painful. He wore a small black t-shirt and faded jeans just like Dean; he even had the sleeves rolled up slightly like Dean wore after seeing Grease when he was that age. But the thing that sold it was the way both of them pursed their lips when angry, they looked like a father and son team of ducks, the other one daring each other to blink first.
“Dean” Lisa said in the silence “This is Ben. Ben…this is…” and Dean looked up at her as she swallowed slightly “…this is your father.”
“Are you?” Ben asked looking at Dean.
“Am I?” Dean asked looking at Lisa.
She nodded slightly as he looked back to Ben. In a bemused tone he said “I guess I am.”
Sam held his breath as he watched the kid’s reaction. He stood there for a moment, his face unreadable to how he felt about the news. And finally he looked Dean up and down and said “Thought you were taller.”
Sam barked out a laugh and covered his mouth with his hand. Dean shot him a glare and then looked back to Ben “I’m 6’1”…how tall did you think I was?”
He shrugged “Taller.” He gestured for Dean to stand up as he paced around him, inspecting him from all angles for a moment. He rattled off “Nice boots” as he came back around to the front and looked up “So you’re him.” this time not a question, but a statement.
Dean looked down and nodded “I guess I am.”
They stared at each other for a long moment and then Ben looked back to his mother “Ok…I can live with that.” and he walked back in the house. The screen door slammed behind him as Sam finally gave it up and began laughing in earnest. Dean looked at Lisa in confusion and she just shrugged “I have no idea.” she said in a apologetic tone “You want to come inside?”
Dean grabbed his bag and said to Sam “Whenever you’re done there chuckles.” He said to Lisa with a jerk of his head “That’s my little sister Sam…ignore her, it’s that time of the month.”
Lisa led them inside as Sam continued to chuckle the entire way in.
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She stood in the darkness as she held the eyeball out in both hands.
A female hand came out of the darkness and took it gently, pulling it back to the darkness. She stayed there, head down as there was a sucking, wet sound and then a cough. A sultry voice said “Better.” She looked up and saw two dark green reptile eyes glowing at her in the darkness. They blinked a few times and she heard the voice say “Oh…he is a cute one.” there was the sound of a serpentine tongue lashing out for a moment “Pity he wants him alive…I bet he is scrumptious.”
She stayed there not talking, so far she hadn’t directly addressed her and she was old enough to know her place when it came to opinions. After about a minute the voice said “You have done well, it is nice to know my gift is still accurate.”
She nodded “He was exactly where you saw he would be mistress. It was child’s play to take the class and wait for him.”
The voice in the shadows took the compliment as she said “We will need to take him quickly. The father is here now, and that can change everything.”
She looked up quickly “The hunter? Here? If he was to find us everything…”
A lash came from the darkness and struck her across her cheek. As swiftly as it had darted out, it retreated with a hollow rattle “Calm yourself.” the voice said as she held the bleeding wound “We are eternal, I have faced his kind before. Heroes as valiant and daring as the sun is bright. Trust in me…they all have their weaknesses.” a face came from the darkness, it was a flawless female face, long honey blond hair, sharp Greco features…the features of a queen. She was the perfect woman if not for the eyes of a snake “The trick is finding it.” she smiled as a forked tongue came out and flickered across the open wound. She tried not to pull back in loathing as the quiet lapping filled the room. “Just a matter of finding it.”
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They walked inside a very nice house; Dean placed his bag by the doorway as Lisa closed the door behind Sam. The TV was on in the living room, the very top of Ben’s head could be seen over the couch “You must be Sam” she said holding out her hand “I’m Lisa.” Sam shook it with a smile “Make yourself at home Sam; I need to talk with your brother.” She gestured Dean into the kitchen as Sam walked into the living room.
He saw Ben sitting on the couch, his legs dangling off as he kicked the cushions. He had the remote in his hand as he watched the TV intently. Sam sat down next to him and noticed what he was watching. “Great Escape?” Sam said surprised “This is a great movie.”
Ben looked up at him “Duh. McQueen is the man.” Sam felt himself crack a grin as he looked back to the movie. After some dialogue Ben asked without looking at Sam “So you’re his brother?”
Sam nodded “That’s me.”
Ben looked over to him and then up. After a second he said “How tall are you?”
“6’3” he said “Still growing.”
The boy whistled “Well then there’s still hope.” and he went back to watching the movie. Sam smiled; this was SO Dean’s kid.
Dean sat at her kitchen table as she pulled two beers out, placing one down in front of him “Figured you’re gonna need one.” she said opening her own.
“Thanks” Dean said taking a long drink. He looked up and saw her watching him guzzle the beer and he choked a bit as he tried to stop quickly, putting the beer down slowly.
“So…you’re freaked huh?” she asked, not meeting his eyes.
“It’s been a weird month.” he said sighing “Still processing.” he looked over to her “How?”
She blushed slightly “I know I don’t have to explain that part to you.”
He chuckled as he covered his own blush “No…I just meant…I was pretty safe. I remember you saying…”
“The shower” she said cutting him off.
He stopped and hit slapped his hand on the forehead “The shower…” he got lost in the memory for a moment “…well that makes sense.”
“Yeah” she said taking another sip. He took a normal drink of his, waiting for her to talk, she looked off across the kitchen waiting for him.
They both started talking at the same time.
“You don’t have to stay…” she said.
“I don’t want you to think I’m gonna bail…”
They both stopped and laughed. He gestured “You go first.”
She was staring at him “You’re not going to bail?”
He cocked his head “No. Never. Why would you think I would do that?” he said scooting his chair closer.
“It’s just…” she started than stopped “I mean you always said my job and all that.” she kind of trailed off before she said “I just thought it was an excuse.”
He put his beer down and placed a hand under her chin, he locked his eyes with her “It was never an excuse Lisa. Never.” he could see the relief in her eyes as he leaned forward and kissed her. He wasn’t sure how long it lasted, all he knew was the small cough from the doorway as Ben said “We gonna eat sometime soon or do I need to go out back and shoot a bird or something?”
Lisa closed her eyes in embarrassment as Dean burst out laughing. He looked over at Ben “How do you feel about all you can eat places?”
Ben’s eyes widened “Sweet! Let me go get my sweatpants!” and he ran upstairs in a dash, his shirt flying off as he ran.
Dean looked to Lisa “Wow…he really is mine isn’t he?”
She just smiled and nodded.
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Sam and Lisa sat back and tried to keep their hands out of their way.
For every bite Dean took, Ben took another. For every drink Dean finished, Ben drank another. They both had a buttered roll in their hands as they tore it apart and used the end to sop up the spaghetti sauce of their plates when Lisa whispered to Sam “He always eat like this?”
Sam chuckled as he took a drink of his coke “No…this is him using table manners.”
They both finished their plates at the same time, Dean slammed his glass down on the table hard, Sam almost laughed out loud when Ben did the same thing. They both wiped their mouths with the back of their hand and sighed contently. Dean leaned back in the booth and seconds later Ben followed, both had their hands behind their head. Dean looked over at Sam with a grin “That’s good eating.”
Sam shook his head as he took a bite of his cake, he had long ago stopped eating dinner and was slowly moving into dessert while Ben and Dean were still on their fourth plate of meat. Dean’s eyes widened as Sam’s fork stopped at his mouth. Dean asked “Where did you get that?”
Sam glanced over behind Dean and he spun around to see the dessert island. Ben turned around in his seat on his knees. He spun around and looked at Lisa “Mom! They have pie!!”
Dean looked at him and then smiled “Pie or a’la mode?”
Ben made a face “Why would you mess up a perfectly good piece of pie with some nasty ice cream?”
Dean laughed as he looked at Sam “Oh I love this kid!” he scooted over and grabbed Ben up “Let’s go get us some pie!” Ben held out a hand pointing the way and exclaimed “Pie!” They rushed off leaving Lisa and Sam shaking their heads in amusement.
They took another couple of bites and Lisa asked “Is he really this ok with it?” she wouldn’t meet his eyes.
Sam sighed as he finished his cake “I don’t know.” he said watching Dean hold Ben up so he could see the selection of pies they had, the boy kept pointing and pointing. “If you asked me two days ago, I’d say no. Watching him now…I’m not sure.” he looked at Lisa “Why tell him now?”
She put her fork down slowly “I wasn’t going to. I had this whole story…to tell Ben later when he was older. About a biker I met…blood tests…whole nine yards. I honestly never thought I would see Dean Winchester again.” she sighed and watched Dean and Ben look over the cookies “Every time I looked at Ben all I saw was Dean…and that was ok.” she tossed her napkin on the plate “But suddenly last week he came home from school, all he could ask was who his father was. Like it was an answer on a test or something.” she watched them start walking back to the table “So I found I wasn’t ready to lie to my son yet.” she smiled at Sam “Or Dean I guess.”
Sam said nothing as Dean let Ben scoot into the booth first “They have three types of pie!’ Ben proclaimed proudly.
“And chocolate chocolate chip cookies!” Dean added. They sounded so much alike that Lisa could help but laugh.
“All of that is going to make you sick.” she said trying to sound stern.
Both Dean and Ben looked up quickly “No it won’t.” they said simultaneously. They looked at each other with a look like the other one was mocking and then shrugged and went back to eating. Sam shook his head as he realized, he was an uncle.