[Set in greypicketfence. Alec is smart_alec494 and used with permission from his mun who made a request for Dean and Alec future fic using the prompt “slang.” Ben is mini_dean who I don’t have permission for but lots of love.]

“Can’t understand a word that comes out of her mouth anymore.”

Dean muttered as he collapsed into the couch, running a hand over his eyes. Alec was sitting at the piano, smirking at his father. Sammy had just disappeared up the stairs, and her father’s eyes were following her footfalls as she disappeared, but Dean didn’t have to be paying attention to Alec to know that that was what he was doing. He’d been getting those looks since Sammy started school because every day she came home there was a new word that was being used some other way.

“We need to get you a cheat sheet,” he teased, leaning back in the seat as he shifted so that he wasn’t playing as loudly, but still playing. “Or maybe an email subscription to the urban dictionary.”

“Whatever happened to just using simple English?”

“Oh, c’mon Dad, you were just as bad. Remember when you first brought me home?”

“Hey, I always made perfect sense.”

“You had a mix of B-movie references, military jargon, and whatever slang you picked up in the biker bars. And you wonder why I spent most of the time looking at you like you were nuts.”

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[Ben = mini_dean, Lisa = hisgumbygirl. Set in greypicketfence, and this Dean isn't in MWR, but I crosspost. Sorry for the spam.]

“I am a great supporter of sex before marriage. Otherwise I wouldn't have had sex at all.”

Dean glanced back into the living room where his teenage son was sitting in front of the TV, before turning back to Lisa, visibly cringing at the thought. He didn’t want to do what she was asking him to do. He really didn’t. He was never really sure how he was going to handle this if he ever had kids of his own—giving it to Sam was one thing, that was his brother and he had been at the point where making his brother squirm was his full-time job. Giving it to his son, however? Not nearly as fun.

Not that it should be fun.

“Do I have to?” he whined slightly, begging Lisa to take this instead. He did not need more awkward with Ben—it was bad enough that he wasn’t exactly the most normal parent as it was. That had become blatantly obvious with the way he handled things with Sammy, and Dean wouldn’t have blamed Ben that if on some level, he wished his father was a little more—conventional.

“He’s your son, Dean,” Lisa said, looking back at him with her hands on her hips. “He’s growing up and you need to talk to him.”

“Can’t you do it?” Dean sighed. “I mean, he’s your kid too.”

“Dean.”

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[Set in the future!future!crack. Ben = mini_dean, and it’s locked to him, provided Dean ever actually gives it to him.]

Ben,

You’ll probably never read this. You might find this, one day, stuck somewhere, but I doubt I’m ever going to give it to you, because I’d much rather do this in person. These are things that you deserve to hear from me, myself, and not through a letter written one day because I happened to decided to get the words in order. Personally, I’d rather not tell you any of this, but—you deserve to know why I wasn’t there, why Lisa couldn’t find me. Some of this may sound too good to be true, but it is all the truth. Every word of it. And I’m sorry that you and Lisa got caught in the crossfire of this, but that was my life at the time.

About seven months after I left Cicero, I died. Why wasn’t important, but I was literally dead for about four months. When your mom was trying to reach me and my number was disconnected, I was dead. When I came back from the dead (an angel named Castiel pulled me out of Hell—yes, a real angel. I’ll have to introduce you sometime), a demon named Lilith was doing her best to send me back to Hell. We were fighting tooth and nail just to stay alive and keeping her from bringing Hell on earth.

I still remember everything that happened to me in Hell. Everything that was done to me and everything I did is still there, in the back of my mind every day. I had a lot of bad to make up for down there, and for years, I did the best that I can to do that. I know that Lisa telling me that you weren’t mine was no excuse for at least not keeping in touch with you guys, but things were complicated then. There were some very dangerous demons gunning for my head, and I wasn’t going to put an innocent child in the crossfire. Had I known, somehow, what was going on with you guys and Jeff, I would have been there in a heartbeat. No one deserves to go through something like that. Ever.

I’m sorry that the things that happened to you did. I know that if I had been there and certain things wouldn’t have happened, and Jeff would never have been in your life. I wish I could have been there, and I wish that I could have been there when you were growing up, because there was so much that I missed, and so much that I wanted to see, but I didn’t. And I can’t get that back—I know that. I just hope that—you won’t keep me from missing everything else. I can only force myself in so much—you gotta let me in the rest of the way.

I just want to help you, Ben. Whether you believe it or not.

Dean.

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