|Dean Winchester hugs baby trees (withgunsdrawn) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2013-06-19 21:20:00
|Entry tags:||ben braeden, dean winchester|
Who? Dean & Ben
Where? Dean & Ben's place.
When? Tonightish, post-devamping.
Why? Because issues.
Rating: Shouldn't be high, will update if it changes?
Status: Incomplete, in-progress.
Dean honestly didn't understand why this had happened. He'd been trying to figure it out since the start - since he'd first found out that Ben had decided to leave, hadn't listened to the warnings and gone out at night, gotten himself turned.
Was he that bad at this parenting thing?
He must have been. If he wasn't, then something else was wrong - and as far as he could see, there wasn't much else that it could have been. Sure, Ben missed his mother - but that shouldn't have made things this tense, shouldn't have made him have worse teenage mood swings than Sam ever had. Dean didn't know how to do this - with Sam, he'd mostly had to just leave him alone with his books for a few hours, and the kid would calm down enough to not glare a hole in his face when he brought him dinner (or dragged his skinny ass out to a diner, more often than not).
Ben wasn't like Sam. Ben had all of Dean's anger and none of his walls, the lines he'd learned to keep himself inside when he'd been a teen (because his early life had been take care of Sammy and hunting monsters, and Ben's was school and video games in the apocalypse). It hadn't been until Hell that Dean's walls had started to fall, and they were built back up, now, everything was in it's neat little boxes, except for when it wasn't.
"Hey," he started from the doorway, leaning against the frame, arms folded. His posture was passive, but at the same time it was obvious that he was serious; that he wasn't going to be easy to get rid of. Ben was in his room, now, it had been a few hours since he'd become human again, and Dean had been giving him some space - but not much. Now, it was time to deal with this. "You okay, kiddo? No vampire hangover?"
He was trying for a lighter tone, he was trying to be understanding - assuming Ben had a reason beyond stupid cranky teenage moods, assuming there was something here he could fix - and he was trying not to simply grab his son and shake him. Dean usually tried not to think about losing Ben - it was easier, that way, and it made him feel like this whole 'normal childhood' thing he was trying to give Ben was actually helping him. Keeping him safer.
It turned out, maybe that wasn't the case.