That night...

[hisgumbygirl]

ooc: takes place the night after this...After Ben had walked out like he had that morning, Lisa had been worried. She was worried that Ben was going to do something stupid, or get hurt, or arrested, or

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[hasperkynipples]

"Daddy

[hisgumbygirl]

"Good, because we're out of the stuff to fix them again."

She shifted a bit, putting the book down and leaning into Dean. "All your weapons nice and clean?"

[hasperkynipples]

He nodded, closing his eyes slightly at the contact, and shifting so that he was angled towards her a little more. He wasn't sure what exactly he should be saying. He felt like he should be sorry for something, but he wasn't sure what. And even after being with Lisa for as long as he had, he still didn't know what the appropriate response should be.

"I'm sorry." At least he got that out. They could work on everything else from there.

[hisgumbygirl]

"For what?" Her hand came to rest along his cheek. "You didn't do anything wrong, Dean. This is Ben's doing, not yours."