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Snow days were the best days ever, in Ben's eight year old opinion. Well, that next to Christmas and his Birthday. And maybe Halloween. But still! No school, and getting to go sledding at the big hill at the end of the community. SCORE!
Plus, he gets to sleep in, which is good for him, and Lisa Braeden. It means that Lisa can take her time getting up in the morning, not rushing to make breakfast and lunch. And it means she can actually sit in the living room with a cup of tea and watch the morning talk shows.
As commercials come up, Lisa did what any person will do and flipped through the stations. She happened to pass by CNN as shots of a police building in Colorado come up. Curiosity kept her watching.
"As information continue to come in from local, we're learning more and more about the victims of yesterday's accident at the Monument police station..."
There was excited footsteps above her head as Ben jumped out of bed. He'd be wanting breakfast in a moment. Pancakes, like always.
"... identified casualties include FBI Deputy Director Steven Groves, FBI Agent Calvin Reidy, Monument local Nancy Fitzgerald, and Sheriff Melvin Dodd..."
Lisa stood up, holding out the clicker to turn the TV off. But then she stopped as an image came onto the screen. Two mugs shots, side by side.
Dean.
"... the FBI has released confirmation that the two captured felons that were also killed in the blast were Samuel and Dean Winchester, brothers from Lawrence, Kansas who were wanted in connection to a series of crimes including..."
"Mom?"
Lisa spun around and saw Ben standing behind the couch, his eyes staring at the TV. She quickly turned it off and made her way to him.
"Ben, sweetie..."
"Mom, what happened to Dean and Sam?" Brown eyes looked up at her, confused and hurting. Lisa knew her son. He was too intelligent for his age, and he knew exactly what he had heard. But he was also eight, and wanted her to tell him that it wasn't true.
Lisa couldn't lie to her son. "There was an accident, Ben."
"NO!" His scream made Lisa wince, and he ran at her, punching her stomach. "No, it's not true!"
Lisa fell to her knees, wrapping her arms around her son who stopped hitting her and started to cry into her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Ben." She held him close, closing her eyes and feeling her own tears well up. "I'm sorry..."
Plus, he gets to sleep in, which is good for him, and Lisa Braeden. It means that Lisa can take her time getting up in the morning, not rushing to make breakfast and lunch. And it means she can actually sit in the living room with a cup of tea and watch the morning talk shows.
As commercials come up, Lisa did what any person will do and flipped through the stations. She happened to pass by CNN as shots of a police building in Colorado come up. Curiosity kept her watching.
"As information continue to come in from local, we're learning more and more about the victims of yesterday's accident at the Monument police station..."
There was excited footsteps above her head as Ben jumped out of bed. He'd be wanting breakfast in a moment. Pancakes, like always.
"... identified casualties include FBI Deputy Director Steven Groves, FBI Agent Calvin Reidy, Monument local Nancy Fitzgerald, and Sheriff Melvin Dodd..."
Lisa stood up, holding out the clicker to turn the TV off. But then she stopped as an image came onto the screen. Two mugs shots, side by side.
Dean.
"... the FBI has released confirmation that the two captured felons that were also killed in the blast were Samuel and Dean Winchester, brothers from Lawrence, Kansas who were wanted in connection to a series of crimes including..."
"Mom?"
Lisa spun around and saw Ben standing behind the couch, his eyes staring at the TV. She quickly turned it off and made her way to him.
"Ben, sweetie..."
"Mom, what happened to Dean and Sam?" Brown eyes looked up at her, confused and hurting. Lisa knew her son. He was too intelligent for his age, and he knew exactly what he had heard. But he was also eight, and wanted her to tell him that it wasn't true.
Lisa couldn't lie to her son. "There was an accident, Ben."
"NO!" His scream made Lisa wince, and he ran at her, punching her stomach. "No, it's not true!"
Lisa fell to her knees, wrapping her arms around her son who stopped hitting her and started to cry into her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Ben." She held him close, closing her eyes and feeling her own tears well up. "I'm sorry..."
