#lisabraeden

DemonLisa claims that Ben is Dean’s son then retracts it by suggesting that she’s such a slut that even Lisa didn’t know who Ben’s father was.

I don’t think Lisa was a slut but I do think she had a self esteem issue or two!! Even so…

Dean is not Ben’s father…the evidence

1. Kripke has said so… #WordOfGod

2. Lisa said so at least twice

3. The angels never chose Ben to be a vessel for Michael.

I don’t think Dean thinks he’s Ben’s father either. I think, as Jensen has said about Dean’s relationship with Lisa (he was in love with the idea of being in love with her) Dean was thus, in love with the idea of being a dad.

He wanted the ‘apple pie life’ or, at least Sam suggested that, after he jumped into the pit, he should go live an apple pie life with Lisa and Ben. So he was honouring his brother’s wishes as well as fulfilling his own desire for some normality…

I know Carmen was inspired by a model Dean saw in What is and What Should Never Be but can I just...

Dean stuck close to Lisa as they entered the deserted town. They'd tried not to scout too far out, but lack of essentials forced them to go out of their comfort zone. He took in the dusty cars and open doors, gun in hand in case anything surprised them. He wasn't going to take any chances.

Dean took a moment to glance over at Lisa. She looked cleaner and healthier since he'd run into her in the woods weeks ago. She looked almost like the woman he'd left behind. But neither of them were the same. The world had gone to shit, and Ben with it. Deep down, he still blamed himself. He should never have left them alone. If he had been there, he could have held the walkers off to get them all out safely. Or at least long enough to get them to safety. But Ben was dead, and Lisa was with him. He wouldn't let anything happen to her. He couldn't.

Dean stood in the foyer, loosening his tie a bit more. It was date night for Dean Winchester and Lisa Braeden. Ben was off at a sleepover, and Lisa had thought they were overdue for a nice dinner together.

Things had been getting weird. There were a rash of strange bitings, with hundreds in hospitals with high fevers and hallucinations. Ben’s school had been shut down for fear of an intense flu outbreak, and Lisa was forced to cancel classes. She’d been going stir crazy, and getting Ben out was a blessing for her. And Dean, if he was being honest. He’d played way too many rounds of Guitar Hero in the past few days for it to be enjoyable. It was just him and Lisa. And since he’d started getting out of bed, waiting to share a room with her, it was all he really wanted.

He looked at his watch. If Lisa didn’t hurry, they’d be late for their reservation. “Lisa,” he called up the stairs. “C’mon, we gotta go!” He waited for a response. Lisa was always quick to respond, ready with a joke or tease. But nothing came. “Lisa!” He waited again, but to no avail. Now that he thought about it... she’d been wearing a jacket earlier, in 75 degree weather. She’d also been favoring her left arm. He started up the stairs, worry creasing his brow.

When he got to her door, he knocked, more for manners than necessity. “Lisa, you okay?” Once again, he received no answer, so he stepped into her room. Her clothes from when she came in were strewn over her bed. He smiled a bit as he took it all in, but the smile faded when he caught sight of a bloody bit of gauze on the night stand. He walked over, picking it up. The stain was in the shape of a bite.

He turned at a strange sound coming from behind the cracked bathroom door. He swore it sounded like a mix between a growl and a groan. And the Braedens didn’t have a dog. He crept over to it, careful to make as little sound as possible. He slowly pushed the door open, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw Lisa standing with her back to him, looking in the mirror. But the relief didn’t last as long as he’d hoped. She was swaying a bit, her arms awkwardly hanging at her sides. She seemed... listless. He stepped into the bathroom proper, and cleared his throat.

“Lis? C’mon we gotta go,” he chided, watching her... sniff the air? “You can... uh... contemplate world domination later.”

She finally turned then, and Dean felt his stomach drop.

Her eyes were white, her face dead. Her movement was sloppy and awkward. And Dean had seen enough movies to know exactly what she was. Was this what was happening? This? “Oh, God, no. Lis-”

She... it growled at him, and lunged. He tried to shut the door, get it between them, but he wasn’t fast enough. She grabbed him and sunk her teeth into his shoulder.

And he woke up with a gasp. He was back in the Impala, parked in a tucked-away parking lot so he could sleep on the road. The growling was real. A walker was trying to get into the car, failing as its gross hands squeaked against his baby. He ground his teeth and sighed. He rolled down the window, and as soon as he could fit this hand through, punched his hunting knife into the bastard’s forehead. He pulled it closer as he rolled the window up, and yanked his knife back out, watching the walker fall as he closed the window the rest of the way.

Dean yawned, rubbing his eyes, hard. He hadn’t slept for long, but it was daylight. Early morning by the looks of it. It’d been a week since he had left Lisa and Ben behind at Fort Knox, and a good night of sleep hadn’t come easy. If he wasn’t dreaming about Lisa, it was Ben, or even Sam. But Sam was lucky, he was spared seeing the planet he’d saved turned upside down as they fought to beat the zombie apocalypse.

He looked down at the passenger seat, into his open duffel bag. Shirts, socks, and a shotgun were all sticking out of it. But underneath that, he could see the corner of a photo. He looked around, making sure that the walker he’d just killed was the only one, then reached over, pulling the picture out from under his black tee.

It was him and Lisa, about two months before, and a month before the shit really hit the fan. It was from the corkboard they had in the kitchen. He had his head over her shoulder, and they were both smiling like they were really happy. Probably because he was. He had a picture of Ben, too. But it was the one of him and Lisa that he looked at when he needed to. She’d been the one to bring him back from the brink after Sam took Michael and Lucifer into the Pit. She’d been the one who held him when he woke up shouting, who stroked his hair when he couldn’t stop crying, who teased him when he fell and kissed him when he smiled. He missed her.

But he’d left her.

She was safe in Fort Knox. It’s why he was okay with leaving. He couldn’t stop. He had friends- family- to check up on. She had to stay still to take care of hers. They’d fought, both hurting each other with words. But nothing hurt more than when he kissed her hair, and Ben’s, as he snuck out before dawn, stealing a few photos and leaving a note filled with promises that may turn out to be empty.

Dean cursed as yet another branch scraped his cheek. He'd been on this supply run for hours, and so far he hadn't found much food or anything else helpful to the group. He'd heard there was a strip mall not too far from the road, so here he was, making his way there. Stopping, he swiped at his cheek. No blood, a small blessing. Even the smallest cut could alert some walkers to fresh meat, and Dean wasn't in the mood to be made a meal out of.