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The best part about having the whole family back in Kansas was getting to stop in at each other’s houses whenever there was free time to spend some much appreciated quality time together.
Or at least that’s what Dean Winchester thought up until his parents and idiot younger brother started grilling him about his love life.
“And you really expect us to believe that you haven’t started seeing someone?” Mary, the caring and gentle mother of two, asked her oldest son incredulously. She was sitting on the table-top of her husband John’s work bench, ice-cold beer in hand, watching as the three most important men in her life half-assedly worked on her ‘69 Triumph TR6. The car was a gift from John for their 30th anniversary last year. Dean had told her it was his favorite car to work on, besides his own beloved ‘67 Chevy of course. She wasn’t sure she believed him but she was even more sure she didn’t believe him about his relationship status as he awkwardly stood in front of the hood, fiddling with the label on his near-empty beer bottle with a faint blush painting his cheeks. Mary knew her son well enough to know that he never blushed at the topic of dating, or in his case (she hated to admit) hookups. She also knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t exactly the relationship type, but she still believed he’d want to settle down when he met the right person.
“Mom, seriously? Have you met Dean? He’s never been with anyone for longer than a weekend-” Sam held up a hand in Dean’s general direction in anticipation for whatever rebuttal Dean would try to make. “You really think Dean seeing some woman is the reason for his suddenly happy outlook on life?”
Dean started blushing even more, the color spreading down his neck at being put on the spot like that. He would rather not discuss his sex life with his mother in the room, thank you very much. More importantly, he wasn't ready to tell them the truth, but he was worried they were very close to figuring it out on their own.
“John, sweety, what do you think?” Mary pointed her beer in the direction of her husband who had clearly not been paying much attention if the confused look that graced his face was any indication.
“I think you’re all crazy,” However, his tone of voice wass more fond if anything, “But I do think Dean’s been happier and less stressed lately. Son, just tell them what’s up so we can settle this. Are you seeing someone?”
Dean cast his eyes to the ground, feigning interest in some old grease stain before he shruggeded his shoulders. “Look,” He started hesitantly, “It’s too new, I don’t want you all to get your hopes up. I’d really just rather not talk about it.”
Suddenly Mary jumped down from the workbench and wrapped him in a hug, “Oh honey, that’s wonderful!”
“Mary, he clearly doesn’t want you to make a big deal about this,” John said softly when Mary let go of their oldest son. He continued to Dean, “Son, that’s great, I’m glad she makes you this happy.”
“Yes, whoever they are,” Mary stated with a pointed look at John, one that made Dean’s nerves kick up at the implication. “They’re clearly very special.”
Dean fixed Sam with his own pointed look, one that said ‘what the fuck did you tell mom?’, but Sam just shrugged and lifted his beer in a toast as a small smile quirked the corner of his lips.
Damn them all moving back to Kansas.
