|Dean Winchester hugs baby trees (withgunsdrawn) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2011-11-14 23:23:00
|Entry tags:||ben braeden, dean winchester|
Who? Dean & Ben
What? Dinner, talking.
Where? Dean's apartment.
When? Earlier tonight.
Rating? Not terribly high, probably.
Dean had honestly still not been sure what he was expecting when he’d gotten the results back from the complex doctor. Mostly, he’d sort of been dreading even finding out - because one way or another it was going to change things. If it were up to him, he’d never have gone for the test in the first place. He’d have simply gone on ignoring the resemblance and the personality that was so close to his own, the way it was like seeing a version of him that had grown up an only child in a universe that didn’t hate him. Ignoring things was fine, he was good at it. But it wasn’t all about him - and he had people asking and wondering and if he didn’t know, how could he keep the angels from paying attention? If he didn’t know, he might miss something.
The results came back positive. A match.
Ben was his son.
The idea of having a son - in and of itself - was not really a bad one. It wasn’t ideal, mostly based on timing and legitimacy and the fact that he hadn’t even known, he hadn’t been there - but it wasn’t bad. It wasn’t like he didn’t want kids - he just, he hadn’t expected to already have one, or to have that kind of responsibilty on him right now, when he already had so much to handle and deal with and the end of the friggin’ world looming over him every day. Over all of them, and now that included his kid.
It scared the hell out of him, if he was honest - and for the most part, he was, because, hey, it wasn’t like people weren’t gonna figure that out on their own or anything. With Sam, it had been different. Yeah, he’d basically raised his brother, but he hadn’t really ever thought about it - it was just... what he did. Making sure the kid ate something, slept sometimes, didn’t get his ass killed. It wasn’t hard, it was what he was supposed to do. This, though? This wasn’t the same thing, in so many ways - there was no authority to fall back on if he screwed this up, no one who was going to come in and fix all of Dean’s mistakes.
Right. There was time to worry about all of that later, though. Now, he needed to figure out how to break the news to Ben - and then to everyone else. Juliet and Mom, especially - he didn’t know how he was going to be able to do that. It wasn’t going to be easy. Ben first, though - comparatively, that would be simple enough - and he had decided that news like this needed to be dropped carefully, and preferably over a really awesome dinner, so he’d gone out and grabbed some burgers from the better burger place in town - extra bacon, because why not? - and a pie. Bacon cheeseburgers and pie made most things better, right? Even, you know, finding out that the hunter who had no idea what the hell he was doing with this whole trying to take care of you thing... was also really your dad?
...right. He hoped that was the case, anyway.
“Hey, kiddo. Dinner,” he said, with a quick tap on Ben’s head that was half a hair-ruffle, as he passed the couch the boy was sitting on, on his way to drop the bag of food off in the kitchen, starting to unpack it. “Grab a couple paper plates, would ya?” He was trying so hard to just play at normal right now, like this was just some kind of normal night and everything was going to be fine. It wasn’t like Ben was suddenly going to hate him - he might even be cool with this. So, it’d be fine, right? Right. Hopefully.