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Title: Sad Exchange (2/?)
Author: Anne Midnight Hunter
Beta: None!
Fandom: Supernatural
Pair/Characters: Ben, Jesse, Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel, Bobby/Crowley, Impala, Lisa
Rate: PG-13 (It can go up)
Type: Slash/Angst/Dark/MCD (Minor Character Death)
Warning: All the seasons till episode 6.14 Mannequin 3: The Reckoning, after that everything is product of my muse, Paul. Also, you need to know who Jesse Turner is. If you know, you guys are golden.
Chapter one: Stay and Drown
OOooOO
It had been a week since it had happened.
Since she stop breathing.
Existing.
The rain had not let up, it was still pouring down heavily. As it was mourning with him the loss of the only person that had always loved him. It still feels like a nightmare, that memory hunting him like a bad dream. Every single night it was there, making him remember every scream, pained moan, and snap of bone.
He remembers screaming for her, to take his hand. To not leave him alone. Telling her how much he loved her. How much he needed her to survive.
She only gave her a sad smile and told him ‘Everything will be alright, sweetie’. He could see the butchery and the day’s events in his mind eye. He had been mad with her, watching her smile and flirt with Doctor Matt. She wasn’t even waiting for Dean to come back!
That night, Ben fought with his mom, telling her that Dean was going to come back, that why she was hanging out this Matt person if she fucking knew. Yes, sure, Ben was still a bit pissed with Dean after the ‘parent trap’ he had set up. But, Dean was kind of like his dad, the one he never got to meet. Dean smiled at him with affection. Ruffled his hair after he had taken the time to brush it up and style it. He listened to him if he had a question and he could go for advice to him without feeling dumb.
He had let him work on the Impala, knowing that it was his baby and sometimes, when Mom was out working or in the mall, Dean would take the black muscle car out and both would take a spin in it.
Dean was there when his nightmares took another turn completely, holding him to his chest when he cried. In these days was happening more often. Ben will wake up screaming and Dean would come crashing into the door, he would hold the boy to his chest and let him cry in his shirt. The older man would make shushing noises and humming Metallica; Ben would stop sobbing and just hold tight to the solid form. Inhaling the scent that was just Dean, oil, gunpowder, and Old Spice.
Ben gave a shuddering sigh and cuddles more under Dean’s leather jacket; he had possession of the article of clothing since that night. Dean had just given him a sad smile and let the boy have it. The older man knew what comfort that jacket actually gave. Ben was getting sleepy, deprivation of sleep and the constantly crying was taking a toll on the young boy, when he heard it.
The news where coming from Bobby’s library, were the older men had the T.V. on, he walked toward the room and stop in the door way. Eyes glued to the images box.
The vampires had strike again.
OOooOO
Dean was sitting in the small sofa in Bobby’s library with his laptop on his lap, staring at nothing. The machine was still in Google’s search page. His mind on the little boy crying his eyes out and huddle under Dean’s leather jacket in the window pane in the other room. The blond closed his eyes and rub the eyelids with the pad of his fingers.
He was so fucking exhausted.
Ben wasn’t sleeping well; nightmares plague the boy’s unconscious, making way for the horrible spectacle to show.
The man sighed and glanced at Sam. His little brother was reading something from his lap top, brow frowned, lower lip been bitten merciless. Leaving it red and hazel eyes’ flying on the information the machine was giving him. He knew that the younger man was frustrated.
They were in Bobby’s place, the day after they had check in the motel with Ben, Sam suggested going to the older man’s house. The need to be in a place they called home after what happened was too strong to ignore. So Dean decided to let Sam drive while he took over the back seat and let Ben sleep sprawled on top of Dean’s firm body.
The boy was trying so hard to be strong, to not be a burden to the Winchester brothers. And no matter how many times Dean reassures him that he would never be a burden to him, Ben just tunes him out.
This is my fault. I shouldn’t have gone to her. I should have ignored Sammy’s last request.The man thought, his eyes still resting on Sam. After Sam had sacrificed himself and got lock up in the Cage with Lucifer and Michael, Dean had been lost. The gaping hole he felt when he realize he would never see his brother again. His smiles, his bitchy attitude, his humor, his Sammy. His world just crumbles under him. Bobby had left, telling the blond to be safe after Dean had decline going back with him. Going to Bobby’s was too painful, but he promise to keep tabs with him.
And then, there was Castiel.
The angel healed him and disappeared. No matter how many times Dean had called, the blue-eyed man never appeared. He was another gaping hole in Dean’s heart. Which he tried to fill it out with Lisa and Ben, and it just lead to disaster.
He never had been in love with Lisa, but she was an amazing woman who made him happy with only been around him. The fought, but it was what couples do, and it was normal and perfect. And Ben was simply adorable and he totally fell in love with the kid. More than before, the boy had potential to be something important to society. He was a lot like Sam when it came to school work, even though he complained at the why does he have to go there, but Dean knew that the black-haired boy loved the place.
And now he had hurt them both.
Liza got killed and Ben was so heart-broken he didn’t know how to fix him. His thoughts got interrupted when Sam sat down beside him.
“Dude, listen to the TV.” Said the brunet, eyes shining with worry. Dean glanced at the TV, the news were on.
“I am now in Battle Creek, Michigan. Where an old couple found the dismember body of a young teenage boy.” Reported the good-looking, Afro-American reporter to the camera, behind her there was a few police patrol cars and ambulances. A few noise civilians there and a woman in her late thirties wailing and fighting two police women, trying to get in the ambulance with the bag body. “The victim was identified thanks to his school’s ID as Kevin Knoxville of thirteen years old. Apparently, the boy never got home from his Soccer practice and his mother called the police. The boy was found without an ounce of blood and looked as he was eaten. Right now the police-“Bobby turns the volume down and gazed at his boys.
“Think the bloodsuckers attacked again.” He whispered the statement none of the younger men wanted to make. “Think this Mother business is related with this attacks?” He asked, Dean just clenched his teeth and stood up.
“Dean, wait up!” Sam exclaimed and grabbed his brother’s wrist, making him stop. Dean turns to Sam and tried to yank his arm back, but the younger man just held tighter.
“Let me go, Sam! I’m gonna kill those motherfuckers!” He shouted, rage boiling inside his chest, a pressure so strong it was hard to breath. “Their targets are little kids, Sam! So I’m gonna to destroy ‘em!”
“Dude, we gotta do more research! And what ‘bout Ben, huh? Didn’t thought ‘bout that?!” Sam shouted at him. That made Dean quiet down and glared at the floor. Ben. He had to take care of the kid. Someone cleared their throat, forcing the brothers to look up and their eyes rested in Ben’s small form. The boy gave them a challenging look.
“I wanna go too.”
T.B.C.
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