Dean was a little whacked. He was honestly kind of surprised that you'd agreed to his spontaneous desire to see how Lisa was doing. You weren't together because of…well obvious reasons. The looming apocalypse, Dean's guaranteed death in less than a year. It was safe to say that the both of you were just drinking each other in for as long as the world let you. It was safer not to label, but Dean made sure that you knew how deep his feelings were for you despite that. He hadn't expected Ben. Or the feelings that kid brought up. It was suffocating how much he suddenly despised himself for the deal he'd made, how heartbroken he was that this could never be his life with you.

"Hold on, baby."

Dean murmurs, kissing your forehead as you get in the impala. Ben was sitting alone on a bench, looking dejected. Damn, if it didn't make Dean feel like shit.

"Everything okay?"

He softens his usually rough voice as he talks to him, wringing his hands as he sits. Ben nods without looking up and Dean frowns, green eyes looking him over.

"Did that kid steal your game?"

He grunts, eyes narrowing at a chubby kid in the distance.

"Yeah."

Ben murmurs. Dean hesitates.

"I can go over there if-"

"No!"

Ben whirls towards him, shaking his head.

"Only bitches send grown ups, and I'm not a bitch."

Dean smirks, biting his lip to hide how amusing this kid was. How much he wished he could have one for real. Like Ben, but with your eyes.