There was just no way Dean would ever hate him. His own brother had tried to convince him he had unreasonable expectations for a relationship, but here was another grown man trying to assure him things were on the up and up, even after the fact. Nothing untoward.” Benny gazed at Dean with a soulful seriousness that Dean had previously only encountered in Lisa. We’ve been talking a while, but only about the kid, running the test, and the like. “I hope I’m not salt in the wound with Lisa.
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Benny got serious once more as they calmed down. You’re small potatoes.”īenny’s laugh was relieved and infectious, so Dean joined in. But fair warning, Lisa’s recently my ex, then we got my mom the bitter ex wife, my dad’s former best friend- her new boyfriend, my dad the cheater, the mistress/ mother of my half-brother, the hacker and her mystery girlfriend, and a psychic. It’ll be good to have…” Benny searched for the words, squinting at an innocent brown cow. That’s why I really appreciate your family. Wouldn’t want Lisa to surprise Ben with a lout on Christmas. She’s a good friend, and a better cyber criminal.” Your friends don’t mess around.” Benny held his hand up to his forehead. “I have a stack of letters this high informing me that every account I’ve ever had has recently been hacked. “Well you’ve been vetted.” Dean accepted the gratitude, humbly. Ben had gotten Lisa’s brown eyes, but Dean could see some resemblance in the nose and brow. “I just want say, before things get too crazy, that I really appreciate this.” Benny gave Dean a very earnest look, and Dean took note of the light blue of his eyes. He cut the engine and stared at the side of the barn. The homestead looked quiet when they pulled up to Dean’s garage and he wondered, not for the first time, what he was going to do to keep Lisa’s big Christmas surprise entertained. “It’s pretty crazy.”ĭean took Benny’s carry-on and stowed it in the trunk, then they both took their seats and Dean drove them the seven miles up to the Winchester farm, resorting to mostly idle chit-chat about the freakishly warm weather and pointing out a few landmarks. You’re Benny.” Dean laughed through his nose. “What’s so funny?” Benny asked with the hint of a smirk under his reddish beard. Dean, I presume? The car lives up to the hype, I must say.” The man chuckled, and Dean shook his head, relieved but also a little disappointed that he couldn’t bring himself to immediately hate him. “Ben Lafitte?” Dean asked, holding out his hand for a manly shake. Dean took a deep breath and exited the car to meet him, and situate his bag. The burly man in the kangol hat glanced around the parking lot, then headed towards the Impala, as he had been instructed. He was one of those guys who wore a black kangol hat. He spotted his target towards the end of the line. He beat the bus into the lot by twenty feet or so, and waited with the engine running as he watched people file out and form a line to wait for their suitcases. It wasn’t cheating.ĭean drove the seven miles into town and pulled up at the bus station. He’d avoided Sam and Jess since yesterday, and hadn’t heard anything about it, other than a cryptic text from Bobby saying he saw Dean cheating on his mom’s lasagna at Sal’s but he wouldn’t tell anyone. This fucking Christmas, couldn’t even get the weather right. He sighed, and rolled out of bed, into yesterday’s jeans, and out to warm up his baby. Ben was his only connection to the magic of Christmas, and thanks to one phone call from Lisa, he was about to lose that too. There would be no Christmas morning for Dean. He groaned, and rolled over to look at the little pile of wrapped gifts that he had arranged very festively in the corner of his bedroom.
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Luckily he still had a full dozen cupcakes to bring to dinner. He woke up on the morning of Christmas Eve with crumbs in his bed and frosting on his cheek. Dean was apparently better with an audience as well. Ellen’s daughter, Jo, looked on with sympathy, and tried to get some details out of him, but all she got was his usual devilish grin and saucy wink. The phone call with Lisa had sent Dean into a tailspin that ended with him buying one and a half dozen cupcakes from the Roadhouse bakery counter.
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