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Post by Dean M. Winchester on Nov 8, 2012 2:08:03 GMT -5
Dean had been out of Purgatory for all of three days. He'd tried Sam's phone again and again and again, but either his younger brother had turned his phone off or had changed numbers because all he ever got was a disconnect buzzing in his ear. Honestly, it was irritating as hell! How the hell was he supposed to do anything when he couldn't even alert his brother that he'd some how made it home? Of course, he had wanted to make Sammy his first stop after crawling through the gates of purgatory, but he'd made a promise to Benny. Benny had to be taken back to his own body, and sadly, that couldn't be put off. Why? Because Benny's soul was threatening to tear a hole into Dean's arm. Well, a bigger one than the gash he'd placed in it himself to free the soul. He and Benny had said their good-bye's with the promise to see each other again soon. If only that soon were right now. Dean wasn't sure how to handle it, he was alone. Granted, it hadn't been the first time he had been alone, that much he was seriously used to, but right now..? What was he supposed to do?
Call Bobby? Yeah, right. Bobby was dead, he'd watched Bobby disappear in the fire when he and Sam had burned that flask a year ago. Dean had only known it was a full year because he'd managed to snag a newspaper and spot the date. A year! He'd been gone an entire year. What the hell had gone on since then? What was going on with the heavens, in hell, here on earth? Was Crowley still the head honcho? Who had taken over in heaven and most importantly, What the hell was Sam doing!? He'd never had this much trouble contacting his brother. It wasn't as if he could call Ellen, she'd been dead for a long time, too. Still that was on his shoulders. Jo too. Dad, Mom, Bobby, Jo, Ellen, Ash. They were all on him and many, many more. At least, that was how he always saw it. What he wanted most of all was to jump in the Impala and just go for a drive, that always calmed him down and helped him clear his head. To hear the roar of the engine, feel it rumble under his feet, jam out to some Metallica.. God did he miss it all. It had to make him wonder where the hell the Impala was. What had Sammy done with it? If he junked the car, Dean was sure to kill his brother.
It was the third day and he was sitting in a crap-ass motel room that he'd pay for with a credit card he'd swiped on his first day back. His fingers drummed the table, anxious to get back out there and do something, but he couldn't think of what. The most important thing was finding Sam, but he had no frickin' idea on where to start with that one. Not right now at least. Just because he knew it would help, he dialed John's old cell, just to hear his father's voice. After six rings the voicemail took over, "This is John. Leave a message." He hung up before his father's voice had even finished speaking and let out a sigh. It didn't calm him as much as he'd thought it would. After several minutes he dialed another familiar number, "You shouldn't have this number...leave a message, if it's important I'll call you back," the gruff voice of Bobby Singer rattled off into his ear from the voicemail's recorded message. That one, surprisingly, calmed him a little.
But not enough. What more could he do? What else was there? It only took 30 seconds for an idea to hit him. With a renewed sense of energy, he grabbed his phone and the small bag he had aquired with random things in it (wishing he had his duffle right now) and darted out the door. Dean rushed as quickly as he could through the town until he found somewhere where it was easy to jack a car. Much to his dismay the only car he could find was a 2004 Ford Focus. Dean hated newer cars, he hated the look and feel of them, but all he had in his pocket was a stolen credit card and he knew that he couldn't leave a huge trail behind at gas stations. Better to grab something gas efficient to get him there on one tank, right? With that thought he quickly broke into the car and wired it before hitting the gas and taking off.
Less than 8 hours later -and with a pit stop at another motel to get himself cleaned up- he pulled in front of an all too familiar beige house. He sat outside in the silver Focus for nearly a full ten minutes just staring up at the house before sighing and climbing from the car. Green eyes fell onto the front door, wondering if she would burst from the house and into his arms when he knocked. He wondered if the kid was around or at school. After straightening out the blue plaid button-up's hem over his worn-in jeans, Dean walked across the street and slowly up the steps. His boots clomped almost silently on the wooden porch, barely making a sound but enough that someone inside should have been able to hear if they were close enough to the porch. A slow sigh slipped from his lips before his right hand raised and his index finger jabbed at the doorbell. He could hear it's chime from outside so he knew that she would be able to hear it inside as well.
Lisa Braeden. One of the only women he'd ever truly loved and one of the only women he'd ever spilled his heart to. She'd been there for him for the year he'd thought Sammy was in hell and he thought he could always count on her. Lisa understood him in ways that no one else ever could, unfortunately, she didn't know that. Dean had forgotten during his year in Purgatory that he'd had Castiel wipe him from Lisa and Ben's minds. This was going to be a visit that might just break his heart entirely. He'd lost so much in the last 5 years, and forgetting this one vital piece of information? He wasn't going to take that easily. Hearing footsteps inside the house made his heart skip a beat as he waited for the door to open and one of two things to happen; either Lisa would smile and throw herself into his arms as she had once before or Lisa would give him that look of disgust and turn away from him. He wasn't counting on that third option, the one where she had no clue who the hell he was.
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Post by Lisa E. Braeden on Nov 8, 2012 17:35:11 GMT -5
Lisa Braeden sat at her dining room table surrounded by books. They were all old with worn and browned pages. Some of them even had bindings that were falling apart. She would have to get them rebound soon. In the corner of the room was a trunk. She almost always had it sealed and locked up tight for it contained a number of things that she didn't want her son, Ben to find out. That was where she had gotten the books from and the lid stood open revealing a lot more things that you would have never thought that this mother would have hidden in her house. There were more books inside on the bottom along with different compartments that held different ingredients for spells. There was an ancient looking bowl that she used sometimes for spells and on the lid of the trunk were pegs and straps that held different weapons ranging from guns and knives to a a bow and arrow. Around the edges on the inside was a sealing spell making sure that nothing except her got into it with the key.
Lisa had been secretly helping her older brother hunt down creatures and demons for quite some time now. Even before Ben was born she had been tracking down all sorts of creatures. But she had kept it all hidden. From everyone except her brother. She loved him and would help him with anything he needed but Ben didn't need to know these things. Not until he was older anyways. Right now she was working on some research into a specter. There had been some recent murders around town and her brother was in town looking into it. She had told Ben that he was just visiting. Meanwhile Ben was out with his aunt while she was here doing research.
She rubbed her eyes with her hand as she reached out and grabbed the beer bottle that sat next to her. She took a long swig and stared at the books in front of her. Her computer wasn't too far away and it was open to a few sites but none of the information helped. They needed to know who this specter was and what was triggering the people to kill. She had been at it all day and only had a few cues as to who it was but nothing solid. It was getting dark outside but she was still nowhere close to finding out anything.
Looking up she heard footsteps outside on the front porch. Not soon after that the doorbell rang. Lisa stiffened as she sat there for a second. Who could that be? Michael would just walk in same with Ben and her sister but they would have called first. She wasn't expecting anyone else tonight so who was at her door? She got up and reached behind her to make sure her gun was still in her waistband of her jeans she wore. Keeping her hand on it she slowly walked to her front door. She peaked her head out and glanced out the window. There was a man standing there but she couldn't see his face. Sighing she opened the door. Looking at the man she instantly recognized him. He had been the one to hit her with his car and ended her up in the hospital for three days. What was he doing here? For some reason she had never forgotten his name.
"Can I help you? Dean, right? Haven't seen you since you hit me with your car...why are you here?"
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Post by Dean M. Winchester on Nov 8, 2012 18:22:36 GMT -5
Dean waited almost impatiently for the door to swing open. Lisa would know what to say to make his day better. She always did. And when the door open he smiled for a moment before she spoke and that smile faltered. His brows furrowed in confusion, leaving him with an almost dumb look on his face for roughly 30 seconds while he tried to figure out what to say. Reality crashed back onto him as he remembered begging and pleading Castiel to wipe the memories of him and Sam from Lisa and Ben, to put him out of their lives and keep them out of danger. He remembered talking to Lisa and Ben and claiming that he'd hit their car with his and it had been an accident and was glad to know that they were okay, and him telling Ben to take care of his mother. He remembered Sammy asking about them when he finally returned to the Impala and him telling his brother that he would kill him if he ever mentioned them again. Oh God. What had he done? Why had he come here of all places? Why didn't he remember this before now? Oh God, oh God, oh God.
He finally cleared his throat and smiled lightly before shaking his head. "Sorry again about that. I didn't even know you lived here, honestly." He lied easily and convincingly. "I was actually interested in the house for sale down the street, your house was the only one with a car in the drive..." He started and chewed on his lower lip. He hated lying to her, but she didn't know any better. She didn't know him. Not anymore. "I just wanted to see what kind of neighborhood I'd be moving into, ya know?" He asked and raised a hand to scratch at the small amount of stubble that was starting to form on his cheek.
Those startling green eyes gazed into her chocolatey brown hues and a large part of him willed her to remember him, to remember all of the time they had spent together, the good and the bad. Lisa was the only one that would understand what he was dealing with and have some sort of comfort to offer him. But he knew that he couldn't ask her to remember. He just couldn't do it. There was a reason he'd made her and Ben forget and he couldn't risk them being in danger again. Dean stood on her porch at a loss for words, on the outside everything appeared normal, but on the inside he was torn and broken and maybe, just maybe, a little of that broken man inside showed through in his eyes.. If she knew what to look for that is.
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Post by Lisa E. Braeden on Nov 8, 2012 22:31:30 GMT -5
Lisa stood there eyeing the man in front of her. He seemed out of sorts for a second there. She wondered if he was alright. She hadn't seen him in well...it must have been a year by now. She remembered waking up in the hospital with Ben sitting next to her. She had no idea how long she had been sleeping but she was informed that they had been into a car accident. She remembered looking up and seeing a man standing in the doorway. He had apologized saying that he was the one who had hit them with his car. The thing was though she had no memory of being in an accident or even being in the car. She remembered being at home with Ben and then waking up in the hospital. Everything before that was blank. She still didn't remember to this day.
She eyed him again until she smiled. It was kind of ironic that he was moving down the street from her. The Mitchel's place had been up for sale for only about a week now. It was a nice house but it didn't seem like the type of house for a single man. But who was she to know if he was single or not. He might have a family and she would have never known. Why was she even thinking about him being single anyways? It really was none of her business in the first place.
"Oh. Um yeah the Mitchel's place. Um if you want to come in I can tell you more about the neighborhood if you like."
Lisa let him in and shut the door and walked back into the dining room. She immediatey closed the trunk to hide the weapons and closed some of the books as well. She didn't need him seeing that and drawing conclusions on it. Some of the other books left open were just mythology but to a Hunter they would know exactly what they were even the books that were still closed but she had no idea that this man was a hunter and used to be a big part of her and Ben's life. Thanks to Castiel she had no idea about this but with Castiel gone her memories were trying to break through again. She still had no idea though she just knew that she was being drawn to him which was why she had invited him in in the firt place.
"Would you like a beer?"
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Post by Dean M. Winchester on Nov 8, 2012 23:50:37 GMT -5
"I didn't know who owned it, just that it was for sale." He said with a faint laugh slipping past his lips. Of course the whole thing was a charade, but Dean played it off well. He'd always been a good liar, ever since he was around 6 years old. Really, he'd never had a choice. It was something he'd had to adapt to in order to protect Sam, to keep his baby brother safe. Almost everything in his life had been about keeping Sam safe and about keeping his family together. Of course, that had all failed completely. With his father and Bobby both gone and Sam lost somewhere in the wind, he had failed in his one and only real life mission.
When she invited him in, though, Dean appeared slightly taken back and hesitated for only a second before nodding faintly. "Sure." He said as he stepped around her and into the all too familiar house. His eyes instantly landed on the pictures of Ben and Lisa that covered the walls and felt his heart clench. Ben had grown so much in the last year, yet Dean could still see him as that 8 year old kid just learning to fight, the kid that loved checking out girls and listening to classic rock. Of course, that hadn't changed when the kid had grown up, but that was the way Dean saw him still. He realized several moments too late that she had asked him a question while he was lost in staring at the pictures on the wall, his expression was torment, pain and sadness all mingled together.
He wanted to ask how Ben was, but knew that she wouldn't understand so he simply turned back to her and shook his head as if trying to clear out a though, which in fact were several all jumbled together. "I'm sorry, what'd you say?" He asked with a faint apologetic smile touching his lips. It took a moment, but the question actually registered into actual words in his head. "Oh! Right, yeah, a beer. Sorry. I'd love one." He said, smiling a little more at his own stupidity. "Sorry." He apologized again before taking a step closer to the table she'd been at before he'd appeared on her doorstep. Dean's eyes fell on the books on her table, brows furrowing slightly. Some of them looked slightly familiar, to be honest, though he only looked for a moment before turning back to her, mostly so he wouldn't draw any further attention to himself. He figured when she left the room to grab the beers he'd look a little closer at them.
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Post by Lisa E. Braeden on Nov 9, 2012 0:28:31 GMT -5
Lisa nodded and smiled at him. He seemed lost in thought and out of sorts still. She watched him closely as he looked at the pictures around the room. Maybe he had a family of his own. It would be nice to make new friends in the neighborhood. It was always nice to meet new faces. She loved meeting new people and making new friends. She remembered having barbecues with her her family. How Michael used to tease her and her sister and her mother used to get so flustered and frustrated with them. Her father would just laugh and say they were kids. Those were the fun times and she loved to relive them.
The brunette nodded and walked into the kitchen to grab a new beer for her and one for Dean as well. She usually didn't drink when Ben was around but seeing as he wasn't and wasn't going to be for a couple more hours she thought it was safe to have one more beer. As she reached into the fridge to grab a few beers her mind flashed suddenly bringing Dean's face in her mind. But it wasn't tonight. She saw him standing in front of the grill in the back yard as she handed him a beer and wrapped her arms around his waist before going back to getting the salad ready for dinner. As soon as she saw it the image disappeared. She stood there dumbstruck for a moment but shook her head to clear it. Where had that come from? It was so vivid and real. But as soon as she saw it she pushed it out of her mind and walked back into the dining room.
She handed Dean his beer as she took a sip of her own. She realized she had left the books on the tables. Some of them she had closed and some of them she had left open. She doubted he knew what they were but just in case she started gathering them up. She put them in a pile and quickly moved to the trunk. Kneeling she opened it just a smidgen and slipped the books in side hoping he didn't catch a glimpse of the weapons lined up on the lid. She stood back up smoothing out her jeans.
"Sorry just some research I'm doing for my brother. So what did you want to know about the neighborhood?"
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Post by Dean M. Winchester on Nov 9, 2012 1:12:49 GMT -5
Dean watched as Lisa walked to the kitchen and when she did, that was when his gaze shifted back to the books on the table, quickly looking at the titles and the pages that were open. The one on pygmies he'd seen before. Sam had borrowed it from the library when they were kids, ages ago. They'd still been kids. Why did Lisa have it? And these other books? They were things hunters would look at. Not your average soccer mom. Of course, Lisa had never been a soccer mom, the term was used very loosely. A frown tugged at his lips, brows furrowed darkly as he leaned a little closer to one of the books to catch the title just before she slipped back into the room and he stepped away from the table. "Thanks." He said gratefully as he accepted the beer she passed to him. After opening it and dropping the cap into his pocket so as not to litter in her house he took a quick drink while she cleared the books away. Brother? Oh, right, her older brother. She'd rarely talked about him when they were together, some falling out they'd had at some point. Maybe they'd reconnected. Good, family was more important than just about anything else. At least for him.
At the question he smiled lightly before settling himself into a chair at the table. "How long have you lived in the neighborhood?" He asked casually. Of course, Dean knew that she'd lived here for just about a year and a half, having personally moved her and Ben into it after the Djinn attack. He needed them to be safe and that meant out of Cicero, Indiana. Battle Creek Michigan was as close as he could get them on such short notice. He wondered if Cass had implanted some false memories as to why she'd uprooted Ben and herself to move. With a tiny shake of his head he went on with a few more questions, just to play the part of the new neighbor. "How's the weather in the winter? I don't really care too much for freezing cold, to be honest with you." He laughed quietly before taking another drink. "How's your son doing, by the way?" He asked lightly, as if it were something anyone would ask. Truth be told, Dean was dying for any information on Ben. He missed him... horribly.
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Post by Lisa E. Braeden on Nov 9, 2012 1:31:33 GMT -5
Lisa smiled at him in a 'You're Welcome' sort of way. She liked making people happy. If there was any way that she could help this man out then she would do it. She liked helping others which was why she helped her brother with hunting and tracking as well as research. She had killed a vampire before with him and had been doing it since before Ben was born. It was something she knew very well and would probably always keep doing it until she couldn't. She knew it was dangerous but so was walking down the street. The difference was that with hunting you helped a lot of people. You kept people safe and you saved them from dying.
"Do you want to sit down in the living room?"
She figured it would be more comfortable than standing in the dining room. Plus she felt better if she was away from the trunk that was full of medicine and books on creatures and monsters as well as demons and angels. She walked into the living room leading him behind her as she took another sip of her beer and flipped on the lights. She sat down on the couch and invited him to sit next to he. This really was a lovely place to live but it was a little nerve wracking to have her brother here knowing he wasn't here for just a visit. He was here on the job saving people.
"I haven't lived here too long really. About a year and a half but its a nice neighborhood. A lot of nice people and a great school."
She really did like the area. She tried to think back on when they had moved here and why but she was drawing a blank in her mind. For the life of her she could not remember why they had moved there or who had even helped them move. But she still liked the memory. She brushed the confusion away as she looked at Dean again. Again her mind flashed and she saw him carrying in a rather large box through her front door that was also littered with boxes. She saw herself stopping and kissing his cheek before walking past him playfully smacking his backside before laughing and getting more boxes herself. The images was soon gone in a blink of an eye. She looked confused for a second but she shook her head to clear it. Tonight was weird.
"What? Oh yeah the winters. They aren't too bad but it does get pretty cold here. Ben is doing great. He loves his school. He has been getting a little out of hand and argumentative lately but hey thats a teenager for you. Do you have any kids?"
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Post by Dean M. Winchester on Nov 9, 2012 2:04:47 GMT -5
"Sure," he said and nodded politely before standing and following her into the living room. More picture of Ben were strewn about mingled with pictures of Lisa. His eyes, out of habit, went to the table closest to the couch where one had sat of the three of them together. He froze for a moment after seeing a picture there and the memory must have triggered him seeing the one he'd hoped for. After blinking the image was gone, replaced with a picture of Lisa's sister's family. He sighed silently and stepped around the coffee table to settle onto the couch beside her, making sure to keep enough of a gap between them so as not to make it awkward for her. After swallowing hard he returned his attention onto the beautiful brunette beside him.
"Year and a half's not so bad," he remarked with a small smile. "It's a good thing to know you're enjoying it here." That helped ease his pain a little.. a very, very little amount. His tongue brushed over his lips to wet them before taking another drink from the bottle in his hand and then letting his gaze wander a bit. A part of him ached so badly to see Ben, but he had to push that back. He had to make sure he was out of the house before Ben got home because he knew that if he saw the kid, he was unlikely to ever want to leave again. He'd never cared what Lisa had said about Ben being someone else's kid. In his mind, Ben had been his. Who else could the kid have belonged to? He looked and acted like a Winchester.. there was no way that he wasn't one. At least as far as Dean was concerned.
His gaze landed onto her face as a hundred memories flooded into his mind, every single one of them had to be pushed aside, no matter how much it killed him to do. He couldn't have them, they weren't his anymore. This life wasn't his anymore. Maybe it never was to begin with. All he knew was that he couldn't have it. When she spoke again he paused at the question, debating on how to answer that. Perhaps it was a lack of sleep, perhaps it was just being back with humans again, perhaps it was being here with her and having all of the memories hitting him so hard, but the question about kids actually made his eyes water. He turned away while his free hand raised quickly to pinch at the bridge of his nose to try and hide the fact that he was near tears. After a moment he looked back to Lisa and forced a smile. "I lost my family about a year and a half ago.." He said before swallowing hard, trying to keep the emotion down. What was it about Lisa that could bring all of that to the surface? After clearing his throat, Dean sat up a little straighter and spoke again. "It's good to hear the kid's doin' good though." He stated softly before taking another drink from the bottle.
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Post by Lisa E. Braeden on Nov 9, 2012 2:20:38 GMT -5
"Yeah its a nice place to live. Nothing too exciting really happens here though so a little boring."
She spoke the words trying to brush the images out of her mind. She must be over thinking things and wanting something she wasn't supposed to. She was drawn in not only by his looks for he was the most handsome man she had ever seen. His green eyes showed so much but at the same time hid everything. His smile seemed to light up the room. She wanted to see that smile some more. She brushed the hair out of her eyes trying to rid her mind of these thoughts. She was being ridiculous. She had no idea who this man was only that he had hit her with her car about a year ago. Now here she was drinking a beer with him and fantasizing about his eyes and his smile.
"Oh I'm so sorry to hear that. I don't know what I would do without my family. I really am sorry."
She really didn't know what she would do without her family. They were like her rocks and were always there for her. Everytime she had to go out of town with her brother her sister would step in and watch Ben for her. If she ever needed anything at all her brother was there helping her if not him than her sister. They were very close and she didn't know where she would be without them. She watched Dean and he looked like he was about to cry. She wanted to comfort him but she thought it might be inappropriate to get any closer. She didn't know him after all.
"Yeah he's doing well. He should be home soon. He's out with my sister right now. My brother should be here too. I need to tell him about the research I was doing for him. He's always had me doing research for him. He hates books. I can't even really remember the first time he asked me. It was before I had Ben I know that."
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Post by Dean M. Winchester on Nov 9, 2012 2:52:46 GMT -5
"I could use some boring in my life right about now." He remarked with a faint laugh, the smile that had formed created small lines around his eyes that made the smile look even deeper than it really was. It wasn't often he got to smile anymore, he hadn't had too much of a reason to in the last year. Hell, he honestly hadn't had much of a reason to smile in the last 28 years. There was always so much grief and sadness in his life, so much hurt and pain. It was a wonder that he was still going at all. A lesser person might have given up. He knew there had been days that he'd wanted to, the only thing that kept him going was Sam and unless he could find that ever elusive brother of his.. No. He couldn't think like that. Not right now. He'd come too far and struggled with too much to even think about backing out now.
Hearing her apology he shook his head softly. "It feels like it was just yesterday, you know.." He started and sighed. A big part of him did feel as if it were only a couple of days ago that he'd said his goodbyes to Lisa and Ben, but there was another part that felt like his time with them had been a million years ago. Hell, it could have been another life for all he knew. Of course, with him there was always 'another life'. Dean shook his head hard to push the grief and sadness away. Now wasn't the time for any kind of emotional breakdown. Not when he was sitting in front of Lisa, not when she couldn't remember everything. Maybe if she had remembered he would have broken down and laid in her lap and just lost it all because he knew she would comfort him and tell him everything would be fine, that everything would work out. But this Lisa didn't know all of the things his Lisa did. And it was killing him.
When she mentioned that Ben would be here soon he felt his chest tighten and his breath catch lightly in his throat. Dean knew that he couldn't see Ben. That would be the final slice in his arteries that would cause him to bleed out. He could deal with seeing Lisa, even with as painful as it was, but he couldn't see the kid. He knew that. He could never see the kid again or every wall would come crashing down and so many of them had been built up while he was in Purgatory. He couldn't let them come crashing down. He just couldn't. A faint chuckle slipped through his lips when she mentioned her brother having her do the research for him before he raised the bottle to his lips again and took a longer drink from it. "Your brother sounds a little like me. I used to pass all of my research onto my brother Sam. He's got more book smarts than me." He said with a tiny smirk at his lips when thinking about Sammy. The smirk faded all too quickly as he wondered where in the hell his brother was. He'd counted on being able to find Sam on day one, and now he couldn't find him at all. It sucked. Bad.
Realizing that he hadn't asked another question about the neighborhood he took in a slow breath. "So what do most of the people around here do? What's your husband do?" He asked, feigning casualty but inside he was burning for an answer. Even though he knew there wasn't a shred of hope, he prayed that Lisa hadn't found someone else. Something in him told him that a dam would burst if she had. More than likely he'd leave almost instantly and never look back. All he really needed to know was that she was happy without him in the picture. If her life was better without him, then he knew he could life with that.
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Post by Lisa E. Braeden on Nov 9, 2012 16:10:14 GMT -5
Lisa nodded. She understood needing some boring in life. Her life was pretty much hectic. Researching and tracking with her brother, then finding out she was pregnant, raising a son on her own, and now that son was a teenager. Ben was getting more outspoken and argued with her most of the time now. She was getting more frustrated by the day but she would have to deal with it. She loved her son more than anything and this was just another step in being a mother. She jut wished that he had a male influence in his life. Someone to teach him the things that she couldn't teach him. To show him how to be a man. She had no doubts in her son but it would till be nice to have that someone in their life.
She laughed a little as he mentioned her brother and his. That was a little ironic that he said he pushed his research onto his brother just like hers did. Michael always had hated research and when he did do it he always missed something and that something usually was a very important fact. She didn't mind doing the research anymore only because she would find out all of the facts and make sure that they were right before she even passed it onto her brother so he wouldn't get hurt trying to kill whatever she was researching. She also did his tracking for him most of the time. It took up some time and energy and meant she had to go out with him most of the time but she didn't mind. She liked doing it.
"Yeah he can be a pain but I love him. What kind of research do you and your brother do?"
She got distracted by his next question. A lot of people had different jobs around here. She in fact had two but only one of them paid the bills. She wanted a career thought but she could never find the time to go back to school and learn about one and actually get a job. That would mean leaving her brother to do everything himself and probably not seeing Ben as much. She couldn't do that.
"Everyone really has a different job around here. I'm a Yoga Instructor. Um I actually don't have a husband. I've never been married. It's just me and Ben."
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Post by Dean M. Winchester on Nov 9, 2012 17:02:25 GMT -5
"Have to love brothers, right?" He said with a wry chuckle and tiny shake in his head. As far as the question on what kind of research him and Sam did? Dean shifted uncomfortably on the couch before clearing his throat out. "I, uh.. My brother, he.." He struggled to find the right words. Without having seen his brother in a year he really couldn't say much of anything, but he couldn't say that his brother was dead, that would be a flat out line.. well, so far as he knew anyway. Instead of lying, he settled for the truth, a portion of it, at least. "My brother's gone.." He stated and turned his gaze onto the coffee table. It was true, his brother was gone, he didn't know where the hell to look, he didn't know a damned thing at this point. About the best he could come up with was that Sam was gone.
He cleared his throat out again and then took a drink from the bottle, noting that it was close to half-empty now. That was fine, he didn't need a lot to drink anyway. Granted, his alcohol tolerance would never vanish with as much as he had drank in his life time, but after a year without anything he had a feeling that this one beer would be all he would need for a little while. When she spoke again, a brow arched. "Yoga, huh? That must be relaxing." He commented, more for added conversation than anything else. "Sorry to hear that it's just you and the kid, though. That's gotta be difficult. He's gotta be, what, 13 or 14 now?" He asked. Dean was actually a little torn that Lisa was alone. On one hand he would have loved to know that she'd moved on and had someone new, someone helping her to take care of Ben, someone being a father to Ben. On the other he was pleased that she hadn't moved on, even though there was no hope for the two of them rekindling things.
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Post by Lisa E. Braeden on Nov 9, 2012 17:34:11 GMT -5
Lisa nodded. That was all she could really do when he said his brother was gone. She knew that feeling sometimes. Michael had disappeared for two months once. She had not heard a single word from him at all until one day he showed up at her door. After hugging him and crying she had hit him square in the jaw and started yelling. He had never done that to her again. He had always kept her posted on where he was and that he was alright. He was her best friend and that was that. She took another swig of her beer noting that it was almost half gone. She liked beer and it was nice sharing one with someone right now.
"Yeah it is relaxing really. Its difficult though for beginners but it really center you and keeps you in shape."
She smiled at him again. She loved doing Yoga and was happy that it was her job. It was so relaxing and she needed something like that in her life. It also kept her in shape for if she ever needed to really help her brother she would. Also with running around after Ben by herself all these years she definitely needed something that kept her in shape and relaxed. She wanted to tear her hair out some days but then she would do some yoga and everything would be better. She would be able to think more clearly and rationally. Nodding again she agreed it was difficult to not have anyone to help her with Ben but she was doing it. She always had been ever since she had found out that she was pregnant.
"Yeah its difficult but I've been doing it feels like forever. I never really had anyone to help. No one ever stuck out. He's thirteen now. Just started the teenage years. Feel like I want to rip my hair out some days. I hop you find your brother one day, Dean. I really do. Family is important."
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Post by Dean M. Winchester on Nov 9, 2012 19:06:53 GMT -5
Dean chuckled and shook his head lightly. "Sometimes those little moments of relaxation are all we've got, right?" He said it in more of a statement rather than an actual question. Dean couldn't actually remember the last time he'd been able to do something to relax. Hell, it'd been over a year now, that was for sure. Truly relaxing, he knew that the last time had to have been at some point during his life with Lisa and Ben, before that it hadn't been since John was still alive. It seemed that the elder Winchester barely had time to relax and simply chill out. Normally he was too busy jumping from thing to thing to thing.
He let out a low breath before taking another drink from his beer just as she spoke again. Her comment brought a smile against his lips. "Well, being a single mom can be a pain in the ass, honestly. But he's at the hard age, teenage boys can be pretty hard sometimes." He started and leaned up a little to put himself closer to her without even realizing he'd made the motion until it was too late to move back without seeming awkward. "I'll tell you something-" he remembered back to the times when he'd fought when Ben, which wasn't often "-sometimes, even when you want to help or think there might be something wrong, the best thing to do is just take a step back. I know it's hard to do, but if you push too much, especially when you're fighting, you're gonna push him away. Boys are touchy at this age." He said with a little nod. There'd be a couple times when he and Ben had gotten into it and it had gotten pretty heated, but it always resolved itself when one or the other just stormed away so they could calm down. Unforunately, he and the kid had similar tempers.
"Thanks, by the way." He remarked as she'd commented that she'd hoped he found Sam. "I hope so too. Family's all you've got, ya know?" He said with a faint smile on his lips. At least Lisa saw the same thing as he did, family was important. Family was the most important thing in the world, without it, God only knew where some people would be. Dean knew that without Sam around, especially while hunting, he wasn't human. He'd told his brother once before that they kept one another human, and he'd meant it.
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