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mini_dean"This blows," he muttered, tossing the ball against the wall in his room, instead of packing. Again. He refused to move again. And after the fight he had at school, he was grounded to boot. But Mom had the last say, and he was expected to just go with it.
Moving again. This time somewhere that Dean couldn’t find them.
This sucked. It sucked hardcore and the fact Ben didn’t get a say in it made him hate it all the more. Part of him wanted to just pack up his bag,hop on his bike and go out and find him. But Ben is old enough to know that he’s just a kid and a cop would find him and bring him home before he could get out of town.
He missed Dean; and it was weird because Dean really had only been around for a year. But it had been a really fun year. Dean paid attention to him and had been teaching him so many cool things. Ben was pretty sure he was the only one in his school that could rebuild a transmission. Well, sure, Dean did most of it and Ben could use more practice, but that was beyond the point. Dean and he did cool things together - guy things; things that his mother just didn’t understand.
And now Mom said that Dean was gone and he couldn’t call him anymore. Because of some stupid fight they were having. Some stupid adult fight and now Ben couldn’t talk to the man who was the only father Ben had ever had. All Ben had ever really wanted was a father, and now his mother was keeping him away from him.
"Ben, you done packing?" Mom’s voice came up the stairs.
"I’m not moving!"
He listened the the feet on the stairs, then turned his head to see his mother standing in the doorway, arms crossed. "Ben, if you don’t pack it, we’re leaving it behind."
"Then leave me behind too. I’m not leaving until Dean comes home."
Ben had gotten used to the hand movement that his mother did at him. She started doing it when Dean had moved in. He dubbed them the I’m trying to strangle your shadow hands. "Ben, we’ve been over this. Right now, he’s working and he’s too dangerous to be around. If he decides to stop hunting and really settle down, then..."
"You’re the one who told him to go back!" Ben shouted. "You let him go. You didn’t even ask me what I wanted, and now you won’t even let me talk to him. That’s not fair."
“Ben, I was just doing what was the best for both of us.”
"It’s not the best thing for me. I want my dad back." He turned away from her, throwing his blanket over him. A moment later he felt the bed lower as his mother sat beside him and rubbed his back.
"I want him back too, Ben."
"Then call him and tell him to come home."
"It’s not that easy."
"Yes it is. You pick up the phone, dial his number and tell him to come home."
His mom kept rubbing his back, then stood up. "I’m going to finish cooking dinner. Afterward, we will pack up your room together."
"I’m not going."
There was no response, and Ben peeked out of his covers to confirm that his mother was gone before he kicked them away and rubbed at his eyes.
"I’m not going until Dean comes home."
Moving again. This time somewhere that Dean couldn’t find them.
This sucked. It sucked hardcore and the fact Ben didn’t get a say in it made him hate it all the more. Part of him wanted to just pack up his bag,hop on his bike and go out and find him. But Ben is old enough to know that he’s just a kid and a cop would find him and bring him home before he could get out of town.
He missed Dean; and it was weird because Dean really had only been around for a year. But it had been a really fun year. Dean paid attention to him and had been teaching him so many cool things. Ben was pretty sure he was the only one in his school that could rebuild a transmission. Well, sure, Dean did most of it and Ben could use more practice, but that was beyond the point. Dean and he did cool things together - guy things; things that his mother just didn’t understand.
And now Mom said that Dean was gone and he couldn’t call him anymore. Because of some stupid fight they were having. Some stupid adult fight and now Ben couldn’t talk to the man who was the only father Ben had ever had. All Ben had ever really wanted was a father, and now his mother was keeping him away from him.
"Ben, you done packing?" Mom’s voice came up the stairs.
"I’m not moving!"
He listened the the feet on the stairs, then turned his head to see his mother standing in the doorway, arms crossed. "Ben, if you don’t pack it, we’re leaving it behind."
"Then leave me behind too. I’m not leaving until Dean comes home."
Ben had gotten used to the hand movement that his mother did at him. She started doing it when Dean had moved in. He dubbed them the I’m trying to strangle your shadow hands. "Ben, we’ve been over this. Right now, he’s working and he’s too dangerous to be around. If he decides to stop hunting and really settle down, then..."
"You’re the one who told him to go back!" Ben shouted. "You let him go. You didn’t even ask me what I wanted, and now you won’t even let me talk to him. That’s not fair."
“Ben, I was just doing what was the best for both of us.”
"It’s not the best thing for me. I want my dad back." He turned away from her, throwing his blanket over him. A moment later he felt the bed lower as his mother sat beside him and rubbed his back.
"I want him back too, Ben."
"Then call him and tell him to come home."
"It’s not that easy."
"Yes it is. You pick up the phone, dial his number and tell him to come home."
His mom kept rubbing his back, then stood up. "I’m going to finish cooking dinner. Afterward, we will pack up your room together."
"I’m not going."
There was no response, and Ben peeked out of his covers to confirm that his mother was gone before he kicked them away and rubbed at his eyes.
"I’m not going until Dean comes home."