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mini_deanIt wasn't something Ben did often. Hell, after his mother died and then everything that happened with him and Dean after that, walking into a church was the last thing Ben ever thought he would do again.
But the campus chapel had just let out from Sunday Mass and Ben needed a new supply of holy water, so he snuck in and quickly filled the three flasks he had, putting them in various pockets before he picked up a daily church newsletter and noticed the date.
January 24th.
He felt his fingers crumble the newsletter as he remembered what today was. Dean's birthday. His father's birthday.
Even a year later, Ben was still having a hard time with the change. He had his good days, and they outnumbered the bad, but this day came out of nowhere and sucker-punched him in the heart, and he just sat down in the last pew, putting his hands over his eyes.
Today was supposed to be about sitting around the house, teasing his father about his old age while sharing a beer, a burger and some pie before driving back like a madman to make his class the next morning. Instead here he was, alone while everyone was living their own lives and his father was now an archangel in heaven playing bodyguard to his brother.
"Is there something bothering you, son?"
Ben looked up to see the chapel priest standing over him. He quickly wiped his tears away and started to get up. "No, just got lost in my thoughts."
The priest nodded. "Just remember, in times when we feel that the world is crashing down on you, God will be there to help you through it."
He just nodded, being good and not saying his own opinions about God and how his world had crashed because of Her. He started to walk out, then stopped as he saw the candles that were lit for prayers.
Pulling out a dollar from his pocket for a donation, he made it, then lit a candle.
"Happy Birthday, Dad," he said softly, then turned to leave before any heavenly body got any ideas about appearing around him.
But the campus chapel had just let out from Sunday Mass and Ben needed a new supply of holy water, so he snuck in and quickly filled the three flasks he had, putting them in various pockets before he picked up a daily church newsletter and noticed the date.
January 24th.
He felt his fingers crumble the newsletter as he remembered what today was. Dean's birthday. His father's birthday.
Even a year later, Ben was still having a hard time with the change. He had his good days, and they outnumbered the bad, but this day came out of nowhere and sucker-punched him in the heart, and he just sat down in the last pew, putting his hands over his eyes.
Today was supposed to be about sitting around the house, teasing his father about his old age while sharing a beer, a burger and some pie before driving back like a madman to make his class the next morning. Instead here he was, alone while everyone was living their own lives and his father was now an archangel in heaven playing bodyguard to his brother.
"Is there something bothering you, son?"
Ben looked up to see the chapel priest standing over him. He quickly wiped his tears away and started to get up. "No, just got lost in my thoughts."
The priest nodded. "Just remember, in times when we feel that the world is crashing down on you, God will be there to help you through it."
He just nodded, being good and not saying his own opinions about God and how his world had crashed because of Her. He started to walk out, then stopped as he saw the candles that were lit for prayers.
Pulling out a dollar from his pocket for a donation, he made it, then lit a candle.
"Happy Birthday, Dad," he said softly, then turned to leave before any heavenly body got any ideas about appearing around him.
