Ben Braeden

Dean watched him go before sighing slightly, rubbing his eyes a bit. He was quiet for a minute, before looking over at Lisa. "How 'bout I cook breakfast tomorrow? Something -- greasy and fried." His tone was sarcastic, but he was serious. There was another pause, and he felt like punching a wall.

"What was he thinking?"

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"Sure," she said in regards to the breakfast, coming down the stairs enough to sit on the bottom one and look up at him.

"I don't know, but you were a lot kinder than I would have been. I swear, ever since he turned fifteen he's just getting out of hand. I don't know what to do anymore..."

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"Oh, he won't think I'm so kind when he has to deal with me yelling at him, and the hangover on top of it," Dean replied as he moved to sit next to her, sliding an arm around her shoulders. He turned, letting his lips rest against the top of her head. "This isn't your fault."

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She rested her head on Dean's shoulder, her hand sliding behind his back.

"I know it isn't, but I can't help but feel that if maybe I just did something. He knows better, Dean. We've told him if there was going to be drinking to just call us..."

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"Yeah, well -- kids're stupid sometimes," Dean sighed, closing his eyes as rubbed her shoulders lightly. "At least we can be grateful that he did what he did, and didn't drive anyone home, so he didn't put anyone else at risk."

He was quiet for a minute, before looking back down at her. "How long should we ground him for?"

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"We all did stupid things are his age. Makes me not want to go too hard on him..." She sighed.

"Until he's 21?" Lisa asked. "No matter what, we're taking away his car keys. Let him take the bus to school, or I'll drive him. And lock the car up in the garage just in case he's got spares we don't know about."

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"Yeah, but he needs it. What he did was seriously dangerous, and he needs to know that we're serious about this."

He paused for a minute before nodding. "Sounds good. I'll go and clear out the space tomorrow, make sure the car'll fit."

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Lisa shook her head, then started to laugh a bit. "Part of me wished Alec was the one getting in trouble now and then. I think Ben feels he has to cause enough for both of them."

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Dean smirked back at that, before shaking his head. "Just be glad that they aren't putting their heads together and plotting. Then we'd really be in trouble."

He paused, before pushing himself up and giving her his hand. "C'mon. Let's get some sleep. We'll deal with the rest in the morning."

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"Hopefully all of this will teach Sammy not to repeat her big brother's mistakes." She took Dean's hand and got up, walking with him back to bed.

The next morning, Ben decided that sleeping in was the best idea ever as all the fun from last night caught up to him. The Cincinnati zoo had lost all it's animals and the elephants had decided to hide in his head. It was either that, or his father had found some kind of voodoo curse to make him feel miserable.

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Dean was downstairs in the kitchen, cooking up some bacon, eggs and anything else he could think of. He knew the hell that fried food was on a hangover, and he wasn't about to do his son any favors.

He hadn't been able to sleep much the night before, so he spent the time doing what he needed to do to clean out the garage and fit Ben's car inside. He wasn't moving it in until he informed Ben that that was his punishment, and he knew his son wasn't going to be pleased with the turn of events. So instead he just kept cooking, waiting for Ben to join him downstairs.

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Alec had heard the entire thing the night before. The car in the driveway, the lamp, the pissed dad with the shotgun. The disapointed mom. He hadn't heard much of Dean and Lisa's conversation after. They had learned to keep private conversations low years ago in deference to Alec's cat ears.

It didn't bother him that Ben had been drinking. He and Ben had both done it once or twice in the last year or so. Ben wasn't a stupid drinker. Alec just did it to fit in, because it wasn't like he would ever feel the alcohol.

No, he wasn't pissed at Ben for drinking. But he was pissed at his brother for driving. Even carefully. His own imagination pulling up multiple was Ben could have been wrapped around a tree.

He sighed and banged his head back into his pillow. He knew he wasn't being fair. He did stupid things one his bike sometimes. X5 reflexes letting him pull off stunts that would get a normal person killed.

But still, he didn't like worrying. So he read in bed until it was time to get up for the day and to his revenge in the form of kindness. He appeared next to his brothers bed with three advil and a large glass of water. "Up before Dad comes and hauls you down stairs."

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Ben sighed and cracked open his bloodshot eyes to look at his brother from the edge of the pillow. Alec had a point - Dad was going to make his life hell and he would be better off just facing it.

The sunlight, however, was killing him and his eyes shut almost immediately. "Too early," he muttered, his fumbled for the pills and glass of water anyway.

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Dean was quiet, just waiting for people to join him downstairs. Sammy was at the table, drawing by herself, occasionally distracting his attention from the stove so that she could show him what she had drawn.

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"It's 9:30 dude." After a long minute. "Why didn't you call me? I would have picked you up." Getting in trouble for drinking was way less scary than for driving that way.

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Ben drank the entire glass of water, then sat up and held his head. "Because I wasn't that drunk. I got home just fine. I don't see why everyone's making such a big fucken deal about this."

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Alec thought about that. "Because if you ever did it again and I hadn't said anything I'd feel like a douche wad."

Edited Date: 2009-06-19 08:18 pm (UTC)

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Ben pulled himself to his feet and grumbled to himself. "This rate, next time I'll just stay out all night and sleep it off on the side of the road," he stated, heading towards the bathroom.

That was when the smells from the kitchen hit him and his stomach decided to flop and he stumbled his way straight to the toilet.

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Alec got out more advil on standby and left it on Ben's night table and then went to his own room to change out of his PJs.

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After the contents of Ben's stomach was gone - which wasn't much really beyond some pills - he managed to wash his face and get back to his bedroom. The smells in the hallway threatened to send him running back to the bathroom, but he fought against it and managed to even get dressed in something that managed to pass as clean.

He looked at the pills, not sure if he should chance it, especially if he was going closed to the source of the disgusting smells from the kitchen, and instead pocketed them and started downstairs.

Lisa had managed to get dressed as well, having brewed some coffee and was sitting at the table with Sammy, coloring with her.

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Dean was serving up the food at this point, placing plates of bacon and eggs down in front of each seat at the table. He figured whoever wanted to eat wound wind their way in eventually.

"Thank you, Daddy," Sammy said, looking up at him with a grin.

"You're welcome, sweetheart," Dean replied, kissing the top of her head, before sitting on the opposite side of her that Lisa was.

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Alec waited for his turn in the bathroom and then bounced his way down the stairs after scooping up one of the cats on his way. He loved his brother, but he also loved being a carnivore and there was bacon. "Morning." He slid into his own seat and settled Ansel into his lap. That lasted for all of five senconds befor the cat slunk away.

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Ben followed Alec down, wrinkling his nose at the food and moved past to get himself a cup of coffee - black.

"Not hungry," he said, moving to lean against the counter.

Lisa looked up at him. "Your father cooked you breakfast, and you're going to sit down and eat it."

"But I'm not hungry," Ben stated, sipping the coffee.

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