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After Sam died, Dean took his baby brother’s advice. He went out and found Lisa, and Ben. When she opened the door he could barely hold back the tears when she smiled at him, completely unaffected by the earth shattering sense of loss that had gripped Dean’s heart, and he fell for her.
They spent the months after that piecing together a life they could share, but what surprised Dean the most was Ben. Immediately after Dean moved in with them, even before he and Lisa where sharing a room, Ben accepted Dean’s presence as if he’d been waiting on the man to come home and, really, it was home. He, Lisa, and Ben were a family and he was happy with that. Then, only ten months after Dean lost Sam, his world was crushed under fate’s big toe.
He got the call at six fifteen on a Saturday. Lisa was running late coming home from the grocery store, and Dean was about ready to call her and check in when his phone rang. It was the hospital. Lisa had been hit in a head on collision. Dean had grabbed Ben and rushed to the hospital.
The two of them had sat in the surgery waiting room for nearly six hours. Lisa’s sister, Kim showed up about halfway through, so when the nurse came out in her bright pink scrubs, the surgical mask hanging down from her neck, Kim went to greet her while Dean pulled an eleven-year-old Ben (who’d been curled in the man’s lap for hours), closer to him. The small-ish woman gave Kim a grim look and shook her head. Lisa was gone.
The days immediately following Lisa’s death are still a blur to Dean. He remembers Ben, crawling in bed with him every single night. He remembers everyone telling him how sorry he was, and asking how he was handling it. He also remembers that he didn’t speak, not once, until Kim approached him, and asked if he thought maybe Ben would be better off living with her.
Dean had found his voice, and he’d shouted himself hoarse. Kim had backed off and signed the papers. That’s when Dean realized he hadn’t been to work in nearly a month, and Ben’s school attendance was less than stellar. Dean was drowning in his own grief, just like his dad had done, and Dean was not going to turn into his father, so, he packed them up and moved in with Bobby.
At first, it wasn’t the most comfortable set up. Bobby and Ben got along great, but Dean wasn’t exactly sure how much of the supernatural he wanted Ben to be aware of. Eventually, they sat Ben down and told him everything, and they moved on.
Again, just when Dean’s life was settling into some semblance of normal, everything was turned upside down, again. Two days after Ben’s twelfth birthday, Castiel showed up at Singer’s auto salvage half carrying, half dragging the limp form of a teenage boy with him. It didn’t take long for everyone to realize that the teen in question was none other than Sammy Winchester. The kid didn’t look a day over fourteen.
Cas had to explain, on pains of death, that he’d been working on recreating Sam. He’d rescued Sam’s soul with Death’s help, but he’d had to completely recreate the boy’s body and given the war that had been raging in the heavens, Cas had needed a good bit of time to complete the task. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to finish the task because he’d been booted from heaven after his brothers fled. Some of his powers remained, Cas assumed his grace lingered within Jimmy’s body, but essentially he was human.
Sam’s soul had carried all of his memories but everything beyond fourteen, was like watching a movie of somebody else’s life. The boy healed up, and his mind seemed to stay intact. Cas and Sam moved in. They enrolled Sam in school and Cas was able to work his lingering mojo into clearing up a few things with Dean and Sam, and making things legal. He gave himself a degree in theology and began giving an occasional guest lecture at the local community colleges, but most of the time, he stayed home with Sam and Ben.
So, Dean, as the sole breadwinner of the family (He’d opened his own garage at the other side of town), found himself away from home more and more often. So, he and Cas became a team, planning their lives, meals, activities, bills, house repairs, and all the little details of day to day life and, more and more, Dean found himself enjoying his time with Cas, until he discovered that was the part of his day he looked forward to the most. Eating dinner with Cas, and staying up late talking became his favorite moments of every day.
Dean didn’t fall in love with Cas the same way he fell in love with Lisa. It was slow and steady. He didn’t just want to spend time with the other man, he just couldn’t imagine his life away from him. Finally, after months, Dean told Cas how he felt and Cas shocked everyone by leaning in and planting the longest and most passionate kiss Dean had ever experienced on him and said, in a seamless imitation of Dean, “It’s about damn time you admitted it.”
Shortly after that, Dean, Cas, Sam and Ben moved into their own place closer to town, and Bobby became the eccentric grandfather to their strange little family. Then, Dean and Cas ended up adopting a wonderful little boy and his older sister, Jake and Katy, after their parents were killed by a poltergeist. Life settled.
Cas was a stay-at-home dad and he discovered a love for reading constantly immersing himself in a world of humanity and the like and loving every second of it.
Dean ran his garage and had four employees. He and two of the men under him went out for beers every other Tuesday.
Sammy was reliving high school including but not limited to honor roll, soccer, and a best friend named Tammy.
Ben played football on the JV team and had all the girls fawning over him. He got in more trouble than he knew how to get out of but at least he got it honestly.
Katie was a bright little girl who loved to read and sing. She was the only girl probably more spoiled than she would have been otherwise.
Jake was the youngest and he loved every second of it. He idolized his big brothers and his Daddy and Poppa (Names coined by Ben when Dean and Cas told him and Sam they were ‘together’ together) were just about the best thing ever in his not so biased opinion.
Domestic Life suited the Winchesters well, very well…
They spent the months after that piecing together a life they could share, but what surprised Dean the most was Ben. Immediately after Dean moved in with them, even before he and Lisa where sharing a room, Ben accepted Dean’s presence as if he’d been waiting on the man to come home and, really, it was home. He, Lisa, and Ben were a family and he was happy with that. Then, only ten months after Dean lost Sam, his world was crushed under fate’s big toe.
He got the call at six fifteen on a Saturday. Lisa was running late coming home from the grocery store, and Dean was about ready to call her and check in when his phone rang. It was the hospital. Lisa had been hit in a head on collision. Dean had grabbed Ben and rushed to the hospital.
The two of them had sat in the surgery waiting room for nearly six hours. Lisa’s sister, Kim showed up about halfway through, so when the nurse came out in her bright pink scrubs, the surgical mask hanging down from her neck, Kim went to greet her while Dean pulled an eleven-year-old Ben (who’d been curled in the man’s lap for hours), closer to him. The small-ish woman gave Kim a grim look and shook her head. Lisa was gone.
The days immediately following Lisa’s death are still a blur to Dean. He remembers Ben, crawling in bed with him every single night. He remembers everyone telling him how sorry he was, and asking how he was handling it. He also remembers that he didn’t speak, not once, until Kim approached him, and asked if he thought maybe Ben would be better off living with her.
Dean had found his voice, and he’d shouted himself hoarse. Kim had backed off and signed the papers. That’s when Dean realized he hadn’t been to work in nearly a month, and Ben’s school attendance was less than stellar. Dean was drowning in his own grief, just like his dad had done, and Dean was not going to turn into his father, so, he packed them up and moved in with Bobby.
At first, it wasn’t the most comfortable set up. Bobby and Ben got along great, but Dean wasn’t exactly sure how much of the supernatural he wanted Ben to be aware of. Eventually, they sat Ben down and told him everything, and they moved on.
Again, just when Dean’s life was settling into some semblance of normal, everything was turned upside down, again. Two days after Ben’s twelfth birthday, Castiel showed up at Singer’s auto salvage half carrying, half dragging the limp form of a teenage boy with him. It didn’t take long for everyone to realize that the teen in question was none other than Sammy Winchester. The kid didn’t look a day over fourteen.
Cas had to explain, on pains of death, that he’d been working on recreating Sam. He’d rescued Sam’s soul with Death’s help, but he’d had to completely recreate the boy’s body and given the war that had been raging in the heavens, Cas had needed a good bit of time to complete the task. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to finish the task because he’d been booted from heaven after his brothers fled. Some of his powers remained, Cas assumed his grace lingered within Jimmy’s body, but essentially he was human.
Sam’s soul had carried all of his memories but everything beyond fourteen, was like watching a movie of somebody else’s life. The boy healed up, and his mind seemed to stay intact. Cas and Sam moved in. They enrolled Sam in school and Cas was able to work his lingering mojo into clearing up a few things with Dean and Sam, and making things legal. He gave himself a degree in theology and began giving an occasional guest lecture at the local community colleges, but most of the time, he stayed home with Sam and Ben.
So, Dean, as the sole breadwinner of the family (He’d opened his own garage at the other side of town), found himself away from home more and more often. So, he and Cas became a team, planning their lives, meals, activities, bills, house repairs, and all the little details of day to day life and, more and more, Dean found himself enjoying his time with Cas, until he discovered that was the part of his day he looked forward to the most. Eating dinner with Cas, and staying up late talking became his favorite moments of every day.
Dean didn’t fall in love with Cas the same way he fell in love with Lisa. It was slow and steady. He didn’t just want to spend time with the other man, he just couldn’t imagine his life away from him. Finally, after months, Dean told Cas how he felt and Cas shocked everyone by leaning in and planting the longest and most passionate kiss Dean had ever experienced on him and said, in a seamless imitation of Dean, “It’s about damn time you admitted it.”
Shortly after that, Dean, Cas, Sam and Ben moved into their own place closer to town, and Bobby became the eccentric grandfather to their strange little family. Then, Dean and Cas ended up adopting a wonderful little boy and his older sister, Jake and Katy, after their parents were killed by a poltergeist. Life settled.
Cas was a stay-at-home dad and he discovered a love for reading constantly immersing himself in a world of humanity and the like and loving every second of it.
Dean ran his garage and had four employees. He and two of the men under him went out for beers every other Tuesday.
Sammy was reliving high school including but not limited to honor roll, soccer, and a best friend named Tammy.
Ben played football on the JV team and had all the girls fawning over him. He got in more trouble than he knew how to get out of but at least he got it honestly.
Katie was a bright little girl who loved to read and sing. She was the only girl probably more spoiled than she would have been otherwise.
Jake was the youngest and he loved every second of it. He idolized his big brothers and his Daddy and Poppa (Names coined by Ben when Dean and Cas told him and Sam they were ‘together’ together) were just about the best thing ever in his not so biased opinion.
Domestic Life suited the Winchesters well, very well…