Dean heard three knocks on the metal door, his brows furrowed as he set his coffee cup down and threw Sam a perplexed look.
“Who is it ? Did you call someone ?” Sam mouths, his hand reaching for his gun at back of his waistband.
“Me? Why would I call someone? You said no naughty maids.” Dean shrugged, whispering loudly.
Sam rolled his eyes and his face twisted into a scowl as he took slow calculated steps towards the top of the stairs. He swung the door open, shock caused his breath to hitch so he just stood there, blinking at the person, completely speechless.
“Dean, come here.” Sam’s voice escaped his throat hoarsely.
“What? What?” Dean whined, “the bacon’s getting cold and I’m winning the word game against mom.”
Dean’s voice got stuck too when he saw the boy-no the man standing on the other side of the door. He was frozen still, his body and mind unable to comprehend. He willed his feet to move forward, to climb the stairs without falling. His palms were clammy, his knees shaking and his stomach felt so weird, he was gonna hurl for sure. This was just like the time Bobby made him shoot a deer for the first time.
He grabbed onto Sam’s shoulder, more to stabilize himself than to move him away from the door. He gulped, trying to compose himself before he spoke. He wanted to sound carefree and jovial, and not like he had the life knocked out of him. He looked the man up and down, he was surprised now, a small proud smile dancing on his lips at the fact that he looked more like him than he looked like her. He looked strong, his eyes reminding Dean of Sam’s- smart and sure eyes but when he smiled. He looked like his Mom for sure.
In that moment, he didn’t hesitate, he did what felt natural. Something he always thought about for years, but never got a chance to do because of their safety. He flung his arms around the man, just holding him for the familiarity. It might have been years but it still felt the same. He tapped his back, then pulled away. He was still smiling, the man was smiling back as Dean smacked his cheeks gently out of affection.
“Son of a bitch!” Dean marveled, “you’ve gotten tall. Tall and handsome. Good to see you, come on in Ben.”
That took Dean aback, but that didn’t stop him from slinging his arm over Ben’s shoulder and tugging him inside.
There was lots of catching up to do.