AN: So this is it for now guys. I truly appreciate all the reviews and encouragement. This was probably the easiest thing I have ever written other Two Heroes Walk into a Bar . . .


Dean watched as his son tried to play fetch with Bobby's old hound, smiling when the dog didn't cooperate. Currently, Ben was explaining the rules of the game to the lump of fur, who simply rolled over, begging to have its belly rubbed.

Bobby rolled out onto the porch, still amazed that he had lived to see another generation of Winchesters - something he never thought would happen. Clearing his throat, he gruffly said, "I know you don't want to hear it but that boy needs to be trained to protect himself."

Dean's smile disappeared and he rubbed his hands over his face wearily. "I know," Dean acknowledged, "but . . .just . . . Not yet. Okay?"

Bobby's face softened as he took in Dean's expression - one he had seen on John Winchester's face more than once. "Whatever you say. Just don't wait too long."

Bobby passed Lisa on his way back in.

"So . . ." Lisa said awkwardly.

"So . . ." Dean answered.

They both began speaking at once but stopped, smiling at each other in amusement. Dean said, "You first."

Lisa sighed and looked out at Ben, now rolling on the front lawn with the dog. "We're all packed. We should be able to make it by dark if we leave right after lunch. You sure your friend Tamara won't mind us using her cabin?"

Even if Tamera wasn't particularly fond of Dean, he knew she understood his need to protect his son. "Yeah," he answered Lisa. "It's fine with her . . . And more importantly, the both of you will be safe there."

Sam came out the front door with both duffels in his hand. Realizing he had interrupted something, he muttered an apology before surprising Lisa by pulling her into a rough hug and whispering "Take care," in her ear. Bounding down the stairs, he threw the bags into the trunk of the Impala and walked out to where Ben was playing.

Dean took a deep breath. It was now or never. Turning to look at Lisa, he quietly said "Look Lisa. Sam and I have to finish some stuff. I don't really know how it's going to turn out but . . .if it turns out . . .okay, I'd like to have the chance to get to know him."

Lisa started to speak but Dean cut her off.

"I don't know what kind of father I would be - but I would at least like to be his friend. Maybe take him to a ballgame or . . .I don't know, something. I just want you to know . . ."

Dean's next words were cut off as Lisa gently pulled his head down in a very soft kiss. Dean's eyes closed as he pulled her to him, deepening the kiss for a minute before breaking off.

Looking down into her brown eyes, he frowned, "So that's a yes, right?"

"Yes, that's a yes." Lisa said laughing.

Dean smiled again hugging her close before letting her go. Jumping down the stairs, Dean walked over and knelt in front of his son.

"So you and mom, huh?" the boy asked knowingly.

"Looks like," Dean replied amused.

"Sweet!" the boy exclaimed. Dean chuckled before sobering.

"Okay so,"

Ben rolled his eyes. "I know, I know. Do what Uncle Bobby says and take care of mom and be careful . . ."

"And?" Dean asked expectantly.

"Under no circumstances allow any angel or demon to possess me, no matter what they say or promise." Ben recited as if he had been drilled.

Dean grinned as he pulled his son to him. "Good man," he said approvingly in Ben's hair hugging him hard.

As Dean got up, Ben caught his hand. Looking up at his father, who he had barely gotten to know, the child asked, "You're coming back, right?"

Dean's heart clenched as he looked at the little boy who had become the center of his life in a matter of days. Cupping Ben's head, he replied, "You bet," trying to put as much confidence in the answer as he could.

Turning away before he embarrassed himself, Dean slid into the Impala and slammed the door. He put the keys in the ignition but hesitated as he looked in the rearview mirror at Lisa and Ben, now standing next to each other watching him leave. Dean swallowed hard.

"You okay, man?" Sam asked gently.

Dean cleared his throat and threw Sam a scathing look.

"You want a hug?" Sam teased

"Shut up," Dean growled back as the car roared to life. Moving down the driveway, Dean glanced one more time in the mirror.

Lisa and Ben were still there. And Damn It! Was that . . .Gabriel? Dean slowed to get a better look. Yep, the son of a bitch was sitting on the roof of the house eating a giant cotton candy. Jauntily he waved at Dean, knowing he had been sighted. Dean huffed a chuckle, shaking his head before turning onto the highway.