WHO: Ben Braeden, Dean Winchester WHERE: the Winchester & co house WHEN: Monday, January 23, 2006; just after 5:30 p.m. WHAT: Ten days later, Ben & Dean get the answer they've been waiting for. RATING: PG and various ratings for cute and squee. STATUS: thread; in-progress
The letter was here. It had been here since earlier in the day, Ben had to wait until Dean came home, because they'd promised each other they wouldn't open it alone. He had to wait and the answer was right in front of him – albeit now heavily creased from him toying with the envelope since then, after convincing Mary he wouldn't peek again, promise – and it was so not fair. This was like the wait for Christmas morning and the first day of school rolled into one big ball of excitement and stomach knots.
A nine year old was not meant to survive this much anticipation. They would find him on his back on the front porch and they would be sad because they'd made him wait and he hadn't survived it.
Before he could ponder the ramifications from dying of a need to know, the Impala pulled into the driveway and parked there, rather than in the garage. It was in record time too, considering the garage was usually over a half-hour drive in after work traffic and Dean never got to leave right at five and then had to drop Claire off. Then Claire got out of the car and answered at least part of that. She ruffled his hair on the way past him up the porch steps, but didn't linger outside, so Ben turned his attention to Dean walking up the sidewalk.
The envelope gained another crease before Dean reached Ben.