Making a Not so Perfect Home - Destiel

Chapter 2

The morning went by quickly, tucked under some SUV trying to get an annoying clinking to stop, Dean focused on the blaring radio and less on what Benny and Garth were yammering about.
Sure Dean was usually interested in how Benny's fiance Andrea was doing, and he knew all about the struggle Garth was dealing with, with his wife expecting their first child. But he didn't want to hear about successful relationships.

After He and Lisa had decided to be friends and co-parent Ben that way, he hadn't had much luck or time dating. Seemed every lady loved the idea of a single Dad, but not the idea that their were 2 kids with 2 women that were still around.
It was annoying to Dean so he rarely went out on dates anymore. Never stopped any of his friends from trying to hook him up, Lisa included.

"What do you think Dean? Dean?"

Dean's slide out from under the leaky creaky SUV, grease smudged over his freckled cheek
"What?"

"Garth asked you a question." Benny laughed with a shake of his head "He wanted to know 'bout potty training." He laughed a barreling kind of laugh. Benny Lafitte, was a big burly bear of a man, with a deep Louisiana accent, a well trimmed beard, kind blue eyes and a family kind of attitude.

Garth Fitzgerald also held a heavy family oriented attitude, but he was shorter, a string bean squirrelly kind of guy with a long neck and big ears. A soft Midwest voice, and was an open minded kind of man. He was also a hugger, and while Benny thought it was amusing, Dean had mixed feelings about it

"Potty training?" Dean repeated looking up between the two from where he sat. "Garth, Bess just found out she's pregnant. Potty training ain't for a while. Right now focus on helping her deal with morning sickness and nasty ass cravings." Dean stood, wiping his hands on an already greasy rag

"I know. But when is the best time to start potty training? How do you know when the child is ready? Is potty as difficult as TV portrays it? Are girls or boys easier to train?" Garth rattled off his questions with a shrug of his shoulders, hands buried deep in his pockets "I want to be prepared"

Shaking his head Dean glanced at the two men staring at him expectedly
"How hard it is depends on the kid. Emma, was really easy, Ben was more difficult but he's out of pull-ups even at night now. Sammy was semi difficult but-"

"You were a kid, Sam Don't count brotha" Benny chimed in shaking his head.

Dean threw Benny a narrow eyed look but it softened and turned to a chuckle
"Perhaps. But I still helped a lot with him."

"I know." Benny nodded, the burly man handed Dean a fresh rag for his greasey hands

Garth was nodding his head, a contemplative look on his face
"So girls are easier to potty train?"

"In my experience-" Dean lifted his eyes and his jaw fell open "What the fuck is that ugly ass thing? Thought Soccer Mom SUVs were ugly but... That's a full ass pimp car." Dean laughed slapping the cloth over Benny's chest as the car in question was parked infront of the open garage door, letting the Autumn air in.

As the one working headlight of the dinged up old gold car turned off Dean raised an eyebrow. The whole front end of the car was dented in, and as driver stumbled out of the vehicle Dean tilted his head. The driver had dark tousled hair and a strong jaw, a bit of scruff, his shoulders slumped and he was practically drowning in an old dusty looking trench coat that swished around his ankles. Piercing blue eyes squinted through large dark glasses as he approached the three mechanics
"Which of you is Dean Winchester?" His voice, Dean felt something stir that hadn't in a long time as the man tilted his head much like a curious puppy, his voice like gravel in a food processor