No One's Supposed to Know

Chapter 1

It had been hard for Dean to walk out on Lisa and Ben that day. The mere possibility that Ben could have been his son had caused the doubt and worry that he had been trying so hard to push out of his mind to resurface. He had to forget, move on. But like all things in his life, it wasn't going to be easy.

Sam glanced sideways at his brother who sat behind the wheel of his beloved impala, absentmindedly humming along to the Metallica cassette blaring from the car's stereo. He knew the past few weeks had been rough for him whether he wanted to admit it or not. They were between hunts and it seemed that without his usual stuff to occupy his mind, Dean was miserable. He was moody and withdrawn and snapping at the closet target, who incidentally was usually Sam himself, at the drop of a hat.

Sam was frustrated, but above all sympathized with his older brother. He wanted more than anything for Dean to open up and let him in on what he was feeling. He knew him better than anyone. Did Dean really expect him to believe that he wasn't at least thinking about his impending death? However he had learned very on with Dean that it wasn't a good idea to push. Dean would open up when he was good and ready and until then Sam would just have to wait it out.

Suddenly ACDC's "Highway to Hell" mixed in with the Metallica, signaling Dean's phone was ringing. Wordlessly, he pulled the phone from underneath the sun visor, flipped it open and answered.

"Oh hey Lise it's good to hear from you," Dean said after a second.

Sam smiled, hearing his brother turn on the charm, he tuned him out. Maybe a call from Lisa and Ben was exactly what Dean needed to cheer him up.

Sam was focused on the scenery flying by the window, when he caught a change in Dean's tone and saw him turned down the volume of the music.

"Hang on Lisa, I'll put you on speaker," Dean said.

"Okay, now what makes you think something else supernatural is going on. We checked the place over before we left. Believe me, you should be fine."

"It's just a feeling Dean," Lisa's voice echoed back over the phone.

"Why do you feel like that?" Has something else happened?" Dean pressed.

"Kids at Ben's school have been getting sick," Lisa said.

"Sweetheart we're hunters not pediatricians," Dean replied.

"Sick and dying Dean," Lisa said firmly. "Three kids in the last month and there's no medical reasoning behind it. One day these children were perfectly healthy and suddenly they were at death's door. There just doesn't seem to be an explanation."

"No logical explanation you mean?" Dean questioned.

"Yes exactly," Lisa replied.

"Alright we're on our way, keep Ben safe alright?"

"I will and Dean… thanks."

"No problem," Dean said and flipped the phone closed.

"You really think something else is going on?" Sam asked.

"I dunno," Dean replied running a hand through his hair. "Lisa's not the type to overreact. She wouldn't have called us if she didn't think it was necessary."

Sam nodded. "If it is nothing," he said. "At least you'll get to see Ben again."

"Yeah," Dean muttered after a second.

TBC