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[BENJAMIN STETSON]

Baby, I’m a thief but I keep what I steal.

sexy sexy sexy sexy sexy sexy

After a long day of hunting what was there better to do than go to a bar, chill out, and have fun all night long?

Nothing!

Even Kansas had to a have a decent bar, what else was there to do here? Granted, by the time he had a few drinks any bar would do. Pulling up to one that seemed to be relatively friendly (as the name of the bar happened to be ‘Friendly’s’) he decided to try it out. He was flying solo tonight as his regular hunting buddy was busy doing some investigation on another hunt, and Ben couldn’t be bothered with dealing with it right now. It was time to have a few beers, make a few bucks, and maybe get lucky.

Opening the door to the bar, he made his way to the counter. Taking in the atmosphere around him, almost immediately peace washed over him. Damn it felt good to be home--even though he was thousands of miles away from it. His adoptive mother had a roadhouse type place up in Canada where they lived. Thus, besides being a regular place to unwind after a hunt, it was a little bit of home that he got to carry with him. Obviously, he never admitted that to anyone, but just to give a reference to the sentimentality he was feeling right at this moment.

He could remember being there, sitting around some table and talking about the nights hunts and letting the old guys talk about hunts in the past. Even before he was legally allowed to be there they let the boys stay. He remembered being 16 and listening to his ‘uncles’ talk about life on the road, the epic hunts of their times, and the women that got away. It was better than any fairy tale that he heard when he as a kid. Then again, most of the bedtime stories he was told to get him to sleep were adventures in the supernatural world. To Ben, there was nothing better.

“Whiskey. No ice.” He liked to start his night off the right way. There was that old wives tale of not mixing types of alcohol but Ben couldn’t be bothered. He wanted a good time and to forget the things he’d just come from seeing... While he was used to it and gore was just another part of his routine (or so it was beginning to feel), it did cause him nightmares from time to time, especially when it was fresh in his mind. Tonight, to avoid such unpleasant sensations (and waking up in a very, very grumpy state, it was time to unwind and get this party started.

Eyeing a pair of incredible blondes as they passed him, he made his way to the pool table to try his luck. There was not much that Ben was gifted at but swindling money from unsuspecting drunks was a damn sure way to do it. He opened with inviting himself in on the game, clapping the shoulders of the men around him. Next, he talked about how he was a fool at pool, didn’t really understand it and --did he ever tell you about the time when he lost a grand? The greedy suckers lapped it right up.

While Ben was raised to be an honest sort, he definitely did not take to it naturally. He defaulted to lying and scheming and stealing. It was easier and Ben liked the easy path. His family often questioned how he hadn’t gone to the dark side or been killed. Crazy. However, Ben didn’t mean to hurt anyone and if he did he was very, very sorry about it (but oops he didn’t have time to apologize before he had to move on). Instances like this though, were not about guilt--they were about satisfaction and there was nothing better in Ben’s mind than booze and money. Except, of course, really, really good sex.

Ben could tell that there were a few hunters in this bar but the majority were just a rough sort of fellow. That made it easier to hustle because the odds he’d see regular people again were slim, but there was nothing worse than having another hunter after him. Thankfully, he had yet to experience such a treat but he’d known people who’d had that experience. It never ended well and thus Ben had removed himself from that situation as well. But he’d never pretended to be honourable.

“Another beer all around?” He grinned at the crowd around him and as they hooted their agreement, he nodded at the waiting waitress. This didn’t mean he’d agreed to pay but he planned to cut out before the tabs were called out.

Suckers.

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[DEAN WINCHESTER]

long way from home,

I was inside looking outside. the millions of faces. But still I'm alone. Waiting, hours of waiting. Paying a penance

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Dean needed a drink. And after his day, he thought he’d more than deserve it. He spent the better part of it investigating a string of disappearances. It wasn’t the exploration of the area or the theories he passed back and forth with his brother that had unnerved him, but instead the amount of people they talked to and the ridiculous answers they were given. Sure, he was used to that by now. People rationalised when the supernatural was involved and often tried to give the most logical answers and in doing so sounded a little crazy themselves (to hunters, anyway). Or maybe, it was just a common thing for people to just wander off out of nowhere, disappear, or get attacked by an animal and dragged off where no one would find them. Because, those were the normal theories and he honestly didn’t see those as options given everything around it. What he never failed to realise, however, was the reputation that animals seemed to have when something unexplainable happened. Obviously, they’d done something. He was pretty damn sure that when the supernatural showed its head, people would be willing to bet a bear walked into someone’s house and killed them; surpassed all doors and everything. People believed a hell of a lot of crazy, but none of it the truth or the kind of crazy they thought he’d be spilling if he told the truth. Frankly, he thought that people really believed what they said; it was as if they convinced themselves not to see the weird and he supposed it was better in the long-run. But, at the same time, as someone that had grown up around it, it was difficult not to see the supernatural when it was blatantly in front of him.

To be honest, he didn’t need a reason to hit the bar—especially not lately—but, he thought that the day that really didn’t lead anywhere too substantial was a good reason. Had it led to something more, then that would be a reason too. Only, it would be more celebratory than unwinding. Nothing wrong with getting a little drunk, earning some extra pocket cash and maybe hooking up at the end of the night. The second was something that he was in short supply of. But, Dean was damn good at hustling and poker, enough that he was never out of money for too long. Given that he didn’t know how long he was going to be in town, it probably wasn’t in his best interests to hustle too many people in too many different places. If he started becoming a familiar face, then he was going to get in trouble. Though, being a hunter in one place could be dangerous as it was. There was a reason they moved around all of the time. But, as much as he felt like he was overstaying, he hadn’t been there long enough for that to matter. It just felt like forever when he wasn’t so thrilled about being in town to begin with. It wasn’t that he hadn’t already adjusted to the idea. But, accepting that he was stuck there for a while and being all right with it were different.

He’d been at the bar maybe five minutes, set with a beer to start the night off when he heard a familiar voice invoking a reaction from the crowd. When he took a glance over at the man who’d taken to generosity, Dean couldn’t help but laugh to himself. Moving from his spot, he approached, amusement already on his face. “Y’know, one of these days, you’re going to have an entire bar out to kick your ass. And I’m gonna be the guy that hopes he’s there to see it, just so I can laugh.” What type of person greeted with a normal hello anymore? It’d been a while since he saw Ben, but it wasn’t so bad seeing someone familiar in a bar. As long as it wasn’t someone with bad blood against him. Because, that was something he didn’t feel like dealing with tonight. Instead, there seemed to be some promise in the bar he chose. Which was better than some. Who hadn’t been to their share of crappy dives? Dean knew he’d been to more than his fair share of them. But, tonight, wasn’t one of those nights.

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[BENJAMIN STETSON]

Baby, I’m a thief but I keep what I steal.

sexy sexy sexy sexy sexy sexy

There was a friend of his that was out there that would always interrogate Ben about his drinking habits. Every time they met in a bar, she’d ask him the same bunch of questioning trying to get him to admit that he drank to much. Every time she tried this tactic (and really for Ben to understand it was a tactic either meant she was really not subtle or he was less dumb than he pretended to be) he’d have the same answer; for the things he sees she should be glad he’s not in a mental institution rocking in the corner and muttering unintelligible prayers to God to save his unworthy soul. Instead, he was doing the entire world a favour by killing off evil sons of bitches. He should be getting a medal not asked if he was an alcoholic.

Ben enjoyed talking to the public as it gave him a release from the supernatural. He didn’t read into the ignorance of civilians and instead revelled in it. He didn’t want anyone to have to worry about the things he worried about because it scared him shitless. An entire population of people scared shitless was hardly conducive to continuing life on this Earth. Besides, he’d come to notice that given the choice so many of them (meaning civilians) would give in to evil to escape potential pain. He knew he wasn’t the most honourable out there but he would never give into a demon just because it was easy. He’d deny his own mother but he would not give in to evil; it was perhaps the strongest and only stance he’d ever take on any subject.

Since he was never going to get a congratulations from the rest of society for his good deed-er-y he decided to congratulate himself almost nightly over a nice tall glass of cheap beer. There was nothing better in the world as was clear from his obvious enjoyment at the current moment. Surrounding himself with good people and good times meant he could forget about the bad, even if only for a little bit. Sure, he preferred to share his good times with his friends, but he was not going to be miserable just because they were kill joys. The other reason that he enjoyed partaking in some beer time was during particular investigations, there was no better way to get the locals to talk than to liquor them up first... And there was really no better truth serum than a laid back bar and cheap booze.

As another voice but his cut through the sound of the crowd, Ben couldn’t help but look and size up the competition. To his greater amusement it was one of the Winchester boys, the only one he’d really had the opportunity of meeting. With a lazy grin, his arms opened wide out to the side. “What? This Honest Abe? I think the infamous Dean Winchester needs to keep his jealousy to himself! Besides, that last time was a total accident--,” he turned and was whispering rather loudly, to one of the patrons that had stopped to consider Dean’s forewarning, however good natured, “Seems the owner didn’t have his girl properly labelled as ‘personal property’,” his good natured grin was back on his face as the man nodded his agreement, saluted his beer to Ben and proceeded to return his attention to the game that Ben had started. “So you going to join in, Winchester? Or are you still sore from that last time?” ‘That last time’ was for the crowd’s benefit rather than Dean; Ben couldn’t honestly remember but if it got the crowd further amped, the better. He walked over to shake Dean’s hand in greeting, saying to him in a slightly quieter voice “Been too long, dude, but can’t say I’m too surprised what with everything going on in this messed up town.”

With Winchester around, Ben had to be careful if he wanted to make tonight profitable. However, he had missed his friend even if he was bad for business. It wasn’t so much the appearance of Dean specifically that caused Ben distress but for a small town like Lawrence, there seemed to be 1) a lot of supernatural activity and 2) a hell of a lot of hunters. That was rarely a good sign. Still, determined not to make this a night of woes, Ben tried to focus on the happy.

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[DEAN WINCHESTER]

long way from home,

I was inside looking outside. the millions of faces. But still I'm alone. Waiting, hours of waiting. Paying a penance

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There could be some speculation on Dean’s drinking habits (none of which he would agree to or talk about). He liked the idea that he drank when he wanted to, regardless. It wasn’t about burying emotion, although drinking had turned into a good outlet when he needed to wall himself up again, and it wasn’t because he was frustrated or upset or afraid. Although, all of those were good reasons, he could drink to have fun and he didn’t drink too often. Although, since his arrival in Lawrence, he picked up an extra beer here and there and he might have hit the bars plenty. Though, he’d always done that and now that they were more stationary and had few answers, he was able to do it a little more than that. He didn’t think he drank too much; he drank when he was in the mood to and there was nothing wrong with that. If anyone lectured about it or tried to analyse it, they would be talking to a brick wall. Tonight wouldn’t be so bad if he was able to cash in on it and if he didn’t go back to the hotel alone, even better. Although, he should probably pick a place better than his own motel room if he wanted to pick a woman up. He could be considerate of his brother now and then. And he knew by the time he got back, he’d still be in the room and would have been there all night. Sam was predictable that way, though Dean was predictable too in the way he spent his nights. It just didn’t happen to reflect his younger brother’s actions.

Tonight looked a little promising. Cheap booze, a nice crowd and a familiar face. Dean wasn’t out looking to complain. He laughed outright, giving a small shake of his head. “Ever the crowd pleaser. I’ve still got my bets on them turning on you one of these days. Gotta get some amusement when you’re around, don’t I?” He teased, and naturally he was able to work over the crowd that way. He wasn’t looking to get him into any real trouble with a group of people. It was all in good fun. “But between us?” he began in a stage whisper, so that everyone could hear as he gestured in between himself and Ben. “I’m not the one with something to be jealous of.” That playful arrogance came out with a smug smirk and lift of his chin. “Count me in. I’m in the mood to watch you lose your ass.” With him around, it was bound to be an interesting night, at least. And that’s what he was looking for. Dean didn’t know a lot of people who turned out familiar to him. Although he met plenty, he moved often enough that a select few were remembered or even seen again. Sure, he had his share of connections, but it was still a less common event to walk into a bar and meet up with someone he knew randomly. But, he liked it when it did happen, especially when it wasn’t one of those cases where he nearly prayed not to run into said person. That happened too, but not in this case.

He reached out to him in a friendly handshake, going as far as to clap a hand once to the other man’s shoulder in greeting before he pulled back. “You know me, going where the weird is.” He shrugged. And Lawrence was full of it, enough that it had him stuck there longer than he would have ever asked. It was bad enough that it was his hometown. He might have moved most of his life, but it didn’t change that this was the town where it all started and where if it hadn’t been for the event that took his Mom and switched his life around, he would probably still be there. It was going to be a little more challenging to get any cash with the competition, but Dean never backed down from that. If anything, he thought it would make it more worth it if he was able to profit tonight. A little friendly competition never hurt anyone, just made it a little harder to gain. “It looks like it’s hauling a lot of us in. I take it that’s what brings you here.”

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[BENJAMIN STETSON]

Baby, I’m a thief but I keep what I steal.

sexy sexy sexy sexy sexy sexy

Drinking was about feeling better. End of story. Ben didn’t care about the backstory; the reasons why people came to drink. He wasn’t a therapist and he definitely wasn’t that kind of friend and he wasn’t into chick-talk. While Ben enjoyed going to bars to forget his troubles, that didn’t mean he was one of those people who didn’t know when to stop. He liked to drink to have fun; enough to lose that edge and separate himself from the realities of his life and let go. Unlike some, he didn’t enjoy drinking alone as that allowed him to stew on the nasty thoughts he was trying to get away from.

He also wished his ‘younger brother’ was a little more like him. Julian was predictable and worked on a routine, or so it seemed to Ben’s eyes. He was honest and did not like drinking. How Ben tolerated his boring was a mystery to everyone.

Grinning at his friend, he shrugged. “Karma, my friend, is good to me. Try it some time--tonight even! Be nice to me, and the world will be nice to you. It’s like I’m God, man. God” Blasphemy aside, Ben really did have good luck and it wasn’t due to selling his soul either. How someone like Ben, who did more bad than he did good, managed to have luck on his side was another mystery. Perhaps his real pops was a leprechaun as that is clearly the most plausible answer. He clapped his hands and rubbed them together when Dean agreed to join in on the game. “Here’s your free tip of the day; don’t try and cheat a cheater, boy.” This time, his voice was low enough so only Dean would be able to catch it, but his tone was still light.

Shaking his hand... Then something clicked in Ben’s brain. Right, so Dean came too because of all the crazy that was going on around. While it hadn’t been Ben’s initial intention (since he came here chasing ass and not chasing demons) he did notice the high increase in crazy around. “You know what this means, man. This means that we need to get a life.” He shook his head. He shuddered, as though trying to get the thought of his head. “Kansas, the capital of weird. Never thought those words would escape my mouth, then again never thought I’d be in Kansas. “ He motioned for Dean to go take a seat with him somewhere a little more private.

Taking a sip of his beer, he shrugged before telling Dean his reason for being there. “Actually, no man. Funny story actually,” he took another long drink of his beer. “I had been taking some time off, to regroup you know? Back home. Then, couple weeks ago I got a call from a girl to come down... Been chasing this one for a long time, you know. Anyway, turns out she was tricking me. Her and my baby’s mama cornered me to talk about child support.” He cleared his throat. “Women, eh.” During his story, he avoided eye contact. “Almost prefer to deal with demons.” Finally, his signature grin came back to his face.

And really! The situation had been really stressful on him. He’d been forced to empty his wallet and Ben hated losing money. He worked hard for that money, after all. He may have talent when it came to hustling pool and poker but that didn’t mean he wanted to give the money way. “But I guess it was a good thing all this happened; enough work for all of us down here.” He shook his head “Ever wonder why? And... It’s not just evil that I’ve seen either. Like... Weird shit happening with normal people too.” Thinking of his psychic baby-mama that is. He shuddered again and took another long drink of his beer, finishing it and looking mournfully down to the bottom of the empty glass. “I miss the simpler days when it was just save the good and kill the bad. This ‘grey’ stuff is a bitch. How long have you been down?”


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[DEAN WINCHESTER]

long way from home,

I was inside looking outside. the millions of faces. But still I'm alone. Waiting, hours of waiting. Paying a penance

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“Nah, man, I think the world’s gonna smile on me when I hand your ass to you.” Luck was a good thing to have, really. Though, Dean questioned whether or not he could count himself in the group that had luck wherever they went. If anything, he seemed to get the short end of it, but had he no luck at all, he figured he’d be long dead by now. Skill aside, there had to be room for some amount of good fortune. All those times he scraped by, whether it was on the job or a poker game really going out of his favour, Dean had something looking out for him. Though, if he asked, he probably would have given more credit to latent skill than anything else. At his tip, Dean couldn’t help but grin back at him. “Who else better to cheat a cheater, than another one?” He inquired, voice just as low. “You might wanna take your own advice.” As smug as ever, there wasn’t going to be any backing down or any lack of cheating. It’d come from both sides, but hell, that’d make his night more entertaining than it had been to begin with. This town liked to wear him down a little; mostly because of how he perceived the town coming into it to begin with. This wasn’t where he wanted to be, but he was stuck there for who knew how long and he was going to make the most of it. “A life? Us?” He laughed, well, a sarcastic one. “Not gonna happen.”

He slipped into a seat away from the main crowd of people, so that they had more privacy to talk. As he listened to his story, he couldn’t help but give a shake of his head. Oh, he could feel sympathetic to that, and grateful that was never a problem he had to deal with. Most women he ran into, he didn’t remember their names after or never saw them again, even if he did. He completely avoided having to deal with women on that level. He wasn’t much for chasing them around, given that his sex life was full of flings that lasted one night and no further. He might have those that he wouldn’t mind revisiting; hell he had a friend who he slept with whenever he was in the same town as her, but that didn’t make anything of it. “Child support? Dude, how screwed are you?” It was said with a bit of a light-hearted tease, but there was a sympathetic look to it too. “Tough going though, man. That pretty much beats any reason I had to mope around.” He joked, not that he felt he had one now, or that he was the type to mope when he did. “Who wouldn’t?” He asked, because, really, at least hunting was easier than women. Dean didn’t have a lot of experience where relationships were concerned, not when actual feelings were involved. He’d had one; and that one was going to remain in the past and the only mistake he’d let himself make.

He could imagine it was hard on him; especially if it involved kids and money. It wasn’t as if hunters were known for their wallets brimming with cash. “You’re starting to make it sound like a listing in the paper.” Though, there really was more than enough work for hunters. He didn’t have the answers as to why, but he was going to figure it out and by the time he was done, he figured that Lawrence wouldn’t be so chock full of the supernatural and that he could move on from that town once and for all. It was what he said about the normal people though that had him pause. If only because it made him think of his own brother and the precognitive visions that had manifested. Hell, it’s what led them there to begin with. The numerous unexplained deaths is what caused them to stay. “What d’you mean?” He asked, the thoughtful look taking over for a moment, not answering what he thought it was, but instead stuck on that part. “We talking psychics or what?” It might have been blunt, but he wasn’t giving away why he jumped to it, but he’d rather ask outright than beat around the bush. “You’re telling me,” He said, taking a drink. “I got here a couple weeks ago, run of the mill poltergeist.” He explained, though it was far from run of the mill for him. “All of the people dropping off made it hard to leave.”

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[BENJAMIN STETSON]

Baby, I’m a thief but I keep what I steal.

sexy sexy sexy sexy sexy sexy

“There are two things in this world that will never happen; one, I’m never going to have my ass handed to me and two, you’re never going to get a girl over me. Every time I see you we go over this and you go home crying to Daddy Winchester.” He shrugged, leaning back in the seat, watching Dean with a smug look on his face. “But it’s okay, it’s what we can an educational experience. One day, you could be as awesome as me--well, probably not but mama always told me to give the underdog a little home.” The smirk on his face was wide, but Ben was always a cocky bugger. Pondering Dean’s statement, it took Ben a minute to muster an answer. “Dunno, low cut shirts on hot busty blondes usually work pretty well... And no offence, even for a chick your butt ugly.” He winked, still smirking. The game was going to be best because of the cheaters... Because the skill level required was two fold. It was the only time Ben could really focus, when there was an outcome that’d gain him something. In this case, it wasn’t just money but the knowledge that he could beat out Dean Winchester. He might have to ask for a trophy for this.

Shrugging, he took another swig of his beer. “Dunno... Figure I can skirt it for a little longer. Or at least, my brother can cover the payments til I can find a way out. Got way better things to do with my money... But finally, got someone on my side.” Simply because Dean mentioned it beat his reason to mope. Letting a long sigh before taking another drink, he attempted to shake off his woes. No need to focus on the bad when there was so much good around him. Relationships were one of those things that hunters shouldn’t try to have--they never turned out good and it was obvious why. When you had a whole new set of women in each town and you couldn’t really settle down in one location without the prospect of being found... It pretty much mean you a) were going to cheat and b ) were going to get your loved one killed. Ben was more concerned about part a) because he was incapable of fidelity. Or so it seemed. At least he was never dishonest about it.

In a way, it was like a listing in the paper. “Dude, what if it is like that though? Like some demon listing to get us all together and then BAM--” he slammed his hand down on the table. “--Extermination.” It was a bad thing Ben had such an imagination. He narrowed his eyes at nothing in particular, just thinking about his own statement. “...Damn demons. So tricky tricky.” He took another drink of his beer and was very near empty so he flicked a hand at a waitress in order to bring them another couple of beers. Another of Ben’s many shortcomings was his short attention span. Shaking his head, he finished off his beer then went back to the conversation at hand. Honestly, Ben didn’t know these people had names. Psychics sounded like those crazy old hags at fairs that told your future. He’d never been to one since they freaked him out and he didn’t know Dean’s brother. However, Serena had sent him straight on his ass when she’d gotten angry and she hadn’t even touched him. “Psychics? They have a name now? Sound... As crazy as they are. So they’re like what, half demons?” It may have been blunt indeed, but Ben wasn’t too bright and therefore didn’t really notice it being out of context. He shrugged though. “I wish there was a book on things that I should hunt so I don’t make any mistakes... Or have a kid with one of them by accident.” The latter part of the statement was muttered half under his breath. “Poltergeist?” He shuddered “When I die, Imma gonna tell God straight up that he needs to get rid of these spirits. Freak the shit out of me, dude. With the see-throughy-ness... Just really. Give me a demon, a vamp, or a werewolf any day. Spirits can go to hell. Or wherever they are supposed to go.”

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[DEAN WINCHESTER]

long way from home,

I was inside looking outside. the millions of faces. But still I'm alone. Waiting, hours of waiting. Paying a penance

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“If by crying you mean laughing my ass of and having one hell of a story to share at your expense, then, yeah, you’re right.” He taunted without skipping a beat, the smug grin plastered on his face as easy as breathing. It didn’t surpass him that it would be a challenge. It was easy to cheat someone out of their money, harder when that person was a cheater. It took a little more skill, and Dean knew damn well that he had it. Naturally, he was going to call himself the winner before it even started. But, there would be a hell of a lot of pride to be had if he beat him out. He was going to play up the smug act, but there was no real question of whrther or not Ben was good at what he did. He knew it, and that’s what made it a little more interesting. Dean was pretty sure he was going to get out of there with money tonight, that didn’t mean he didn’t appreciate the challenge. No, it’d be better that way. It’d give him something to work on; something that would take more thought than the average cheat. He had no doubt he could clean out a lot of wallets hanging around the pool table. “Don’t go too far, man. What’s that say about your ugly mug?” He inquired with a chuckle.

Problems with a woman, not to mention a kid were not ones that Dean envied in the least bit. He thanked whatever the hell looked over him that he’d never had a problem close to it. Though, Dean was pretty damn safe, didn’t attach and so if there had ever been any accidents (which he was sure there wasn’t), he’d never hear about it anyway. Though, the last thing he wanted to think was that he had some kid running around with his DNA. It was a bad feeling. Kids were the last thing he wanted. Not that he had any dislike for kids, really. He didn’t even know any kids, but his life and the future he had was never going to encompass a family or any of that. There was no way in hell that he could do that to a kid. But, he couldn’t stand dealing with woman drama. And honestly, he didn’t have it. That was the good thing about casual sex without ever seeing the woman again. They didn’t develop feelings and he never had them either. Relationships weren’t something he did. It was something he was sure he’d never really have and given what he did, it was better that way. “That’s exactly why I don’t do the whole relationship thing. Chasing a woman down’s a bit overrated.” And he’d never done it before. “Hell of a lot better when they don’t know your name. Good luck with that though, sounds like you’re gonna need it.” And it was a genuine piece of good luck. He didn’t hope for drama to trail behind him. Even if it was fun to give him shit over it.

“What else you gonna call ‘em?” He asked. Psychic seemed like the best example of what they were. He wasn’t sure talking about his brother would be the best or safest bet either. It was better to keep that between them until they figured it out. The less people that knew, the better, he guessed. “I think they’re all human. Nothing weird about ‘em, ‘cept the whole psychic thing.” He shrugged. And to him, psychics were human. Same as witches, who, unless they abused their power and hurt someone, he wasn’t going to look at as any different from the average person. Hunting them wasn’t going to happen. “I’ve been trying to figure it out; kind of know someone who developed ‘em out of the blue.” He shrugged, not giving any more description than that. But, he put it out there, because, if there was any sort of correlation with his brother’s psychic abilities and anyone else’s, he wanted to dig into it. Naturally, he wanted to know why he suddenly had precognitive visions of people dying. At his rants on spirits, he laughed. “I don’t know, man, demons can be scary as hell. But, ghosts, really? I’d take a ghost hunt over a demon any day of the week.” They were easier, and there wasn’t some secret agenda in ghosts usually. Spirits were easy to get rid of. “Those bastards are what need to find themselves back in Hell.”

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[BENJAMIN STETSON]

Baby, I’m a thief but I keep what I steal.

sexy sexy sexy sexy sexy sexy

Ben was amused, but he normally was. Having Winchester there just made it all the more tolerable, especially with the lack of ass he was going to get tonight. “We talked about this; you do not want to get into a war with me, brother.” Despite the ‘threat’ Ben’s tone was easy and there was a lack of seriousness to it even though he was trying to sound authoritative. “Because, while I’ve been going easy on you it’s nearly time for a smack down. Put you in your place. Which is going to be far away from anything with a decent set of tits.” He leaned back in his chair looking at Dean as though sizing him up for the possibility of a true challenge. Having made up his mind on that, or at least appearing to have, he shrugged nonchalantly and returned to normal sitting position. There was no question in his mind who was going to win tonight but that didn’t mean Ben was wrong from time to time. “You mean this perfection?” Normally he’d crack a ‘mama’ joke with Dean but he didn’t, perhaps on some bad experience in the past or watching others crash and burn (if that’s alright... don’t hate me). He finished off with a laugh.

No matter how Ben tried to twist Dean’s words, the man was right. Getting involved with women was never a good thing. Look at all them unhappy men and a good number of them were here at this bar, or so it seemed. Having his son had been an accident and Ben wished it was one that would go away. Unfortunately, he wasn’t so lucky and he seemed incapable of staying lost. There wasn’t any kind of drama that Ben could handle--family drama he had a way of dealing with that was legend. He took off, plain and simple. He waited for someone to chase him down and either apologize or pretended nothing was wrong. While it wasn’t necessarily a functional way of living so far it worked and one of Ben’s many mottos was no to fix something that wasn’t broken. The woman thing he’d have to put some more thought into. He’d figured being a jackass to her would have kept her away but apparently the bitch was more persistent than that. He couldn’t figure out why, it wasn’t like that night had been anything special. Hell, he knew if he was involved it would be worse for the kid than not! For being a douchebag, Ben knew himself pretty well and he wished sometimes that people could understand that. So, shrugging he sipped his beer. “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want a relationship... But for a fine piece of ass I will go to the ends of the world. At least once, maybe twice if it’s really that good.” He winked. “And it helps to know their name... Gets me a good breakfast in the morning.” A slow smirk came to his lips.

Dean had a good point. However, Ben did have a better name. “Freak ass bitch. Crazy ass bitch. Yea, I’d go with that.” He gave a little nod. Don’t get him wrong, this did not mean Ben was going down the path of ‘kill them all’ because Ben simply did not roll that way. But his dealings with psychics had not been a good once, since he only knew one at this point in time and she was the mother of his child. Frowning, he paused a moment before answering Dean so he could stare at him incredulously. “Who the hell is your psychic? When have you ever been touchy-feely about freaky shit? The whole being a psychic thing is sort of a weird thing. In fact, it is the weird thing that separates them from normal. Which is what makes them weird.” This was an obvious fact, thus Ben’s tone which was more than a little than incredulous. “‘Course, not saying they all need to die. But she like... Threw me to the ground with her mind, man. This tiny little Spanish thing and bam, I’m on the floor. At least she apologized just makes me wonder. The rest of her family is normal too, you know?” He shrugged. He’d understand if she was a witch since that usually ran in families, right? Ben did not like things that did not have explanations. Period. “All I know is the one I know didn’t have this psychic shit when I first met her. Apparently happened like right after her last birthday. So who’s the person you know? Have they thrown you on your ass too? It really hurts the ego, man. She’s tiny!!” Apparently, size did matter to Ben.

“So you’re ugly and a pussy... Sure you’re name isn’t Deana?” He was amused by Dean’s answer and therefore made the joke. Ben took a quick look around the bar to ensure that no female hunters or otherwise caught wind of his grandiose statement and decided to try and prove him wrong. “Dude, ghosts can go through walls! How are you supposed to hide from a freaking ghost?” He shuddered. “At least the black smoke doesn’t have a face. And them cross-roads demons can be pretty damn hot. Not saying I have experience but in theory.” He grinned. “And you know me, I’m always up for a challenge.”

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[DEAN WINCHESTER]

long way from home,

I was inside looking outside. the millions of faces. But still I'm alone. Waiting, hours of waiting. Paying a penance

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“Dude, you need to stop projecting your place on me. I feel bad for you, I do, but it’s not my fault you’ve got no money and can’t get good ass if you tried.” He taunted, “And you keep it up, I’m gonna have to take you down a few pegs.” He shrugged, as if it was just that easy. Of course, in a war of egos, he was going to keep his up on the top shelf. He never skipped a beat, ready with another exchange as fast as the next. There would be a challenge to be had. And while he was damn sure he’d win, he had been wrong before. It wouldn’t be the first time that his certainty hadn’t assured him the win. On the question of his perfection, Dean laughed outright, as if Ben was sharing a joke. He didn’t even grace it with a real response, other than that. Of course, he didn’t. Now, he could continue to call him ugly or any creative rendition of the same comment. But, why bother when he could make it sound like the best joke he’d been told all night. Calming it, he shook his head, almost admonishingly. If it was woman drama he was having, Dean couldn’t say that he was envious in the least bit. That was one type of drama he stayed free and clear of. Most of the women he slept with, he barely caught a name and was out of there post-sex in a hurry. If it was great, he stuck around, but most of the time, he got out quick, to avoid any after sex conversation. He had no interest in keeping a woman. Nor did he ever see a girl that he wanted to chase anywhere. Most of the girls he met, he found in bars and never saw them again. There were a few he kept the name of and wouldn’t mind hooking up again if he got the chance, but that didn’t mean they meant anything nor did he care if he saw them or not. It’d just be a good time if he was in the area.

“Man, I’ll go to the ends of a bar, then I’m on to another,” he laughed. Because, for Dean, he didn’t see the point of a chase. He didn’t meet anyone that captured him that much or that he wanted to sleep with that badly. If he was rejected, he was rejected. And if he wasn’t, then even better. It wasn’t that he hadn’t had a relationship. He’d had one real one in his entire adult life, because he wasn’t going to count anything he had as a teenager. That wasn’t real. It was dating to get laid, because otherwise girls were too busy telling him about their morals and values and you had to date to sleep with them. Cassie had been the one woman that he loved enough to tell her his big family secret that he had a two week long relationship with and that was the extent of his love life. She thought he was crazy in the end and he was never going down that road again. It hadn’t burned him from relationships, because Dean had never been that type to begin with. But, it had made him see that there really was a problem with gaining feelings like that and he wanted no part in it again. Besides, who wouldn’t want to get all the sex he could, wherever he wanted? There was nothing wrong with that. Dean liked the way he lived. It was a hell of a lot better than being saddled to someone or chasing someone down. There was nothing wrong with being the unattached drifter. No, it served him damn well. Dean wasn’t going to give that up. Not now, and rest assured, not ever.

For a moment, Dean shook his head, putting a hand up to discourage the talk that he was touchy feely. “It’s not touchy feely. Weird, but not the weirdest thing we’ve seen. And who doesn’t matter.” He said, because he was hardly going to drop Sam’s name in this conversation. He might have teasingly called Sam a freak all the time, and had since they were kids, but he refused to think of him as one. Especially not because of this psychic thing. Precognitive visions weren’t normal, but they’d deal with it and he wasn’t about to look at his own flesh and blood differently. “I would’ve paid to see you get knocked on your ass by some tiny chick.” He admitted, and it would have been a sight to see. “Your ego may have needed that damage.” He decided, nodding affirmatively. “It wasn’t her twenty-second, was it?” He asked, and maybe it wasn’t, but that it happened right after a birthday could still be some connection. It had happened shortly after his brother’s birthday too, so Sam said. “Go to hell,” he laughed. “I’m not the pussy scared of Casper.” He retorted. And he only managed to chuckle more at his explanation of why they were scarier. “I don’t know, not having a face is a hell of a lot creeper than having one.” He shrugged. “Don’t go chasing after demons. I don’t want to have to come save your dumb ass.” He teased.

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[BENJAMIN STETSON]

Baby, I’m a thief but I keep what I steal.

sexy sexy sexy sexy sexy sexy

Ben had to stop to consider that for a minute. He definitely had no money... And no ass at the moment. What if Dean had a point? Clearly that meant it was his fault. Narrowing his eyes for a minute at the man, he brought his drink up to his lips to have a drink, clearly plotting ways to get back at Dean for taking away his money and his ass... Then he grinned. “We’ll make a bet out of it. What do you want to start at, small timer? Two weeks, whoever bangs the most women wins. You decide the reward... Sound fair?” He was completely serious. There were really only two things in the world Ben took serious; money and ass. This bet covered it all and therefore he was deadly serious. Ben’s downfall in this battle of ego was his ... Well to put it bluntly, his stupidity. He was used to men getting flustered and leaving after a few rounds. Besides, Dean was clearly the master, even if Ben would never admit it. Put a girl in front of him and the story would change, of course. Ben never for more ferociously than to win a bet. Or get laid. Just imagine what he’d be like when both were concerned.

“But... But free breakfast.” Okay, so perhaps money and sex weren’t the only thing driving Ben. Food was another big contributor to his daily life. He loved all kinds but the free kind was the best. The home cooked free kind... Damn. He’d kill for that; well not literally. If it wasn’t clear already, Ben often had trouble differentiating between what he should do and what he did. Accidentally giving a girl the wrong idea was often forefront in that category but thankfully (for him) he didn’t stay too long in one space. Serena was a separate issue since she was crazy (at least in Ben’s mind). If he was smart enough to do a Dean things would be better. But unfortunately for Ben, it just wasn’t so. He was not looking for anything substantial in a relationship. He’d like a girl with similar values to him; casual sex with some tasty home cooked meals but in his experience that rarely lasted past a few instances and then the bitch wanted more. As a hunter, the future was never thought of too far in advance as a rule. Having a white picket fence life and 2.5 kids was never something Ben could honestly say he’d ever considered to say he’d never want. However, being faithful to just one woman was never something he’d been able to do--not even in highschool. Now that he was an adult and approaching thirty, not much had really changed and Ben could not see the problem in that. What did he want in life? For nothing to change. Yeah... That was about it. Being in this life, being happy, surrounded by his friends? There was nothing better.

Ben shrugged. Dean was avoiding his questions and while it did strike a question in his mind, Ben wasn’t very curious. He liked to think he knew what information he should and should not push to have. The number of a pretty lady he’d push and push until he won; the relationship of the individual to Dean? Not something he wanted to get involved with. Having Serena on his back was bad enough but he didn’t want to get involved in anything further. While Ben was pretty easy going, he did not normally liked to be mocked when it came to fighting. So normally, if mocked for being taken down by a tiny woman, he’d get his back up a bit. However, in this instance, the situation had freaked him out a bit--and Ben wasn’t used to being freaked out. So shrugging again, he preceded to make the situation worse for himself. “Screamed like a little girl, Dean.” Another shake of his head. “Believe me, swore off knocking up women I haven’t tested for supernatural shit after that.” And thus with most things in his life, he made a joke out of it. Go Ben. Great, now he was asking Ben specifi-- he snapped his fingers. “Dude! How did you know? Yeah, it was her twenty-second. I remember the cake her friend bought for her with the big two-two on it.” Trust Ben to remember the food. Nearly immediately, however, his attention was detered. “Oiy, nothing wrong with having legitimate fears. And the no-face smoke can’t hurt you--right?” Or was his mama lying to him after all these years? Damn women, worse than men. “Aww, you’d come save me? I feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside, there, Dean-o. Now come on, I told you my stories of woes; hit me.” With his stories, not his fists. Please. His face was too pretty for bruises.

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[DEAN WINCHESTER]

long way from home,

I was inside looking outside. the millions of faces. But still I'm alone. Waiting, hours of waiting. Paying a penance

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You had to be crazy to think that Dean would ever be above betting on how much tail he could get in two weeks time. Hell, he wouldn’t have minded if it was a shorter or longer time span. Sex and money were the two things that he could never argue with. It wasn’t as if sex was hard to come by either. He didn’t usually have any major issues picking up women. It wasn’t that he never heard rejection before, because he had. And there had been nights where there weren’t too many women around that appealed and he might settle to get drunk off his ass and go back alone. But, if he went out to get laid, then odds were there was going to be a woman with him by the end of the night. Dean wasn’t at all new at picking women up. There really wasn’t too much of an art to it. He knew the right game to play and he wasn’t too bad at reading people when he had to. Sex wasn’t hard. He’d never understand the guys that spent so much time complaining about not getting laid. It wasn’t that hard. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to walk into a bar, find a hot, willing woman and walk out with her. But lingering against the wall whining about it definitely wouldn’t help anyone’s chances out. “Doesn’t sound bad. But, we’ve gotta have a way of keeping score, no room for cheating.” He said, since he couldn’t just take his word for it and he expected he wouldn’t either. But, his competitive nature and love of sex and money had him all over that deal.

“I don’t need a woman to get bacon,” he teased, although he really didn’t hold it against Ben to do what he did. And hey, he wouldn’t mind if someone brought him breakfast in the morning. Although, he never stuck around long enough for breakfast. Now, there’d been a few that were exceptions, that he spent more than one night with or might have taken advantage of a whole weekend or a couple nights in a row, but that was it. Dean was careful about who he ended up with in the morning. He tended to be in his own bed or in his car, alone, by the end of the night. He didn’t need to wake up to awkward morning conversations, where he didn’t quite remember the woman’s name, or she thought they should see each other again. Once Dean was out, he was usually out of that woman’s life completely. If he made friendships very well, he’d have had more friends with benefits relationships, but the making friends aspect didn’t happen often. He did have one friend he slept with now and then and had gone to the extent of phone sex with. They got along on a professional and friendly basis and both happened to like casual sex without strings. It worked out great. No feelings involved. But, that was rare and he didn’t expect it to keep happening or to be recurrent. And that was fine with him. Dean wasn’t really pining for friendship. He wasn’t missing out and he didn’t need to know anyone he slept with too personally. It was about sex; nothing else.

The image of Ben screaming like a little girl caused Dean to laugh again. He couldn’t help it and instead just let himself laugh at it. “Someone should’ve caught it on tape. Not that I can’t imagine you screaming like a little girl; just, damn, I needed a good laugh.” Now, he had to expect him to taunt him about it. Although, it was an interesting story and he would be surprised too if it happened to him. But, he had to give the other man shit over it. It wouldn’t be right if he didn’t. “You need to start thinking about not knocking up women, period, Stetson. Stop damning poor kids to the ugly curse you’ve got going.” He teased. “Same birthday.” he commented, and it made it all the more weird. Was twenty-two like the average age to develop powers? Dean didn’t think so. He knew little about psychics, but figured most were born with what they had or they developed a lot younger than twenty-two. Twenty-two was a weird age as it was, wasn’t it? A little on the random side. “I figure it might be able to shove you over,” he shrugged, but didn’t know too much about demon smoke, really. “Or possess you.” Again, he smirked, smugly. “What can I say? I’m a good friend.” After a pause, he shrugged. “You gotta make damn sure you don’t let this get out.” He said, before he’d tell him anything. Since he was dealing with something similar, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to tell. If anything it might help a bit and he trusted Ben wasn’t going to do anything stupid like hunt his brother or use it against him somehow. He hadn’t wanted to mention it before, but what the hell, he needed to figure it out.

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[BENJAMIN STETSON]

Baby, I’m a thief but I keep what I steal.

sexy sexy sexy sexy sexy sexy

You never know, Dean could have found Jesus or something and changed overnight. Sex and money were two things that kept Ben going. Honestly, he was all good for having fuzzy warm feelings and whatever but give him a paycheck any day and a girl to go home with for a night. His perfect life did not consist of 2.5 kids and a white picket fence just a--‘snack’ so to speak every once in a while. And just because he liked money didn’t mean he had to be rollin’ in Armani suits and have gold teeth. He spent his money much more frivolously--and quickly. If his adoptive brother got a hold of it it’d go into some stupid savings account or another. Or worse; it would go to his baby’s mama. Ben and Dean had similar views on how it was to get laid. Ladies were not that difficult to understand, at least not when they had similar goals of getting laid. Typically, he’d found walking into a good ol’ bar that most women in these bars didn’t want something long term. Just a good ol’ fashioned romp in the hay. Ben was more than happy to oblige. If things started to get serious with strange pillow talk there were two ways to quell it; 1) Leave or 2) start round two (or three, or four). It really wasn’t that complicated and really, if Ben could figure it out it wasn’t really that hard either. Rules. Ben scoffed in the face of them, but Dean did have a point. It wasn’t as though he was playing a game with Bishop (who never lied). So, with a nod he began to answer him. “Fine. We could make a third party aware... Guess having the ladies sign something would be a little much.” He smirked at the idea, then he shrugged. “But I will do anything for bragging rights.” And that was probably the truest statement he’d ever utter.

Ben didn’t need a woman to get him bacon. It was all part of the game. If Ben could save his money for something more selfish--like snacks for the road or beers after a hunt (or for the road) then he was happy. Again, he didn’t really buy material things. His car was free and the maintenance had been free, since Bishop was a mechanic. His clothes, well yea he replaced them when they got ratty but they weren’t anything special and he’d had his jacket for years. Ben also didn’t tend to chase women. Sure, there were women that he wanted that he hadn’t had yet and probably would never have but if he was turned down he didn’t usually persist. It had nothing to do with ego but more to do with him not wanting to waste his time. Sure that girl would make his night if she did let him in but it was just sex and he’d have great sex with someone else who wanted less of a game and more of the sex. He hated being played with. Well, that was untrue. He enjoyed being teased and he enjoyed the sort of game he knew he could win. If it went on too long then Ben was gone; she can have someone with more patience. Part of this was also because he didn’t want the girl to think he was that interested or that she was something special to him. Nothing personal to the girl, but he really hadn’t found that special someone yet and some random girl in some random bar wasn’t going to be that person. It was just fact.

Rolling his eyes at Dean, he shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. “Good thing I’m not into fame, I guess.” He grinned though. “Being the next youtube sensation is not on my list of things to do--now, being a porn star. That I could live with.” Ben also wasn’t a guy who got angry when people laughed at him; at least not usually. Him and Dean were friends so there was no reason to get mad. As for screaming like a little girl; it happened more often than he’d like to believe. But there was no way he was going to admit more of his cowardliness as it would only serve to give Dean fuel; and honestly that ego was big enough. “Thanks, mom.” He said with a laugh after the good natured lecture. “Just think, one day when the brats big enough the damn thing is going to be competition for me. Two Ben’s in one room... Now that’s a scary though.” He said it with a wink. And honestly, yeah, Ben had thought about how one day Rafael could be getting the girls he could no longer get. Doing the hunts that Ben used to do but couldn’t anymore because he was older. It bugged him more than he’d like to admit. “But you’re right, I got to be more careful. What about you? You get neutered yet? Because damn, if there’s a miniature Dean out there, the world is definitely coming to an end.” He laughed. Then, shaking his head a little shudder went through him. “Is it a dude or a girl? Not trying to pry, man, but anything to make this seem more explainable will help me sleep. My brother is looking into it--or trying to. Not come up with much though.” Bishop always wanted to help people so he’d tried to find some answers for Serena. Something told Ben that Serena didn’t know about that yet, but he didn’t plan to be around for the unveiling so it didn’t really matter to him. Just one more thing he could forget about and keep on going with his life. “Please, I’m too sexy for demon smoke.” He laughed, but he did make a mental note to worry about that too. Just because it had never happened didn’t mean it could happen again. “Cross my heart and hope to die.” He teased. “Seriously, man, you can trust me.” He shrugged again. “One of my mottos in life is never to betray someone who can shoot me in the ass--and you happen to be a damn good shot.”

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[DEAN WINCHESTER]

long way from home,

I was inside looking outside. the millions of faces. But still I'm alone. Waiting, hours of waiting. Paying a penance

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If Dean tried to imagine himself in the middle of the suburbs with a picket fence, a couple of kids and a wife, he would have had a laugh and then some. That was never going to happen. And god, how boring would that have been? He would spend his time worried about mowing lawns and living up to city ordinances. He’d wave at the neighbours, work a legitimate nine to five and have to sit down to family dinners and proper bedtimes. Not to mention, that cut his sex life more than in half. He didn’t see himself staying with one woman or in one town. He needed to move. Being stuck there would make him antsy. He was a hunter and that was what he should be doing, not hanging around living some pathetic normal life. It had never appealed to him. Like anyone, he thought of what life would be like if it was different before but he didn’t wish for it. He might want his family to be happy and for things to be as they wanted, but he saw nothing but hunting in his future. And you know what? He wasn’t disappointed by that. He liked it. It might make him a little crazy, but Dean wasn’t preaching sanity. His life was dedicated to saving lives and hunting the sons of bitches that took it away from innocent people. With all of the people he saved, why would he ever give that up? The easy answer was that he wouldn’t. He lived in this life too long. He really didn’t picture anything he was better at or wanted more. “How’re we gonna get a third party involved? Unless they’re watching us get laid... This just got complicated.” He frowned. “Too bad they’ll be my bragging rights.”

When it came to women, Dean was interested in sex above all else. He wasn’t looking for a relationship. Hell, they didn’t even have to give him their real name. It wasn’t to say he never remembered a name. He remembered most of the girls he’d dated and slept with in high school, remembered a few women here and there after that he got the full name from. It didn’t mean he cared about them as more than just a fling, but there were some women that were unforgettable and if he was ever in the area, he wouldn’t mind swinging by to reconnect on a completely physical level. Of course, those were women that had been interesting in exactly what he was. He wouldn’t have kept that door open if he thought the woman was going to connect to him somehow. No, there had to be an understanding and similar beliefs. Sure, he’d loved before. His two week relationship with Cassie had been an example of loving someone else and wanting something with them. But that ended badly and he wasn’t looking to ever relive that. It hadn’t spoiled him towards relationships. He didn’t like them to begin with and was proud of being a drifter and having as many women in as many places as he could. But, it had definitely let him see why that was the way he should have been and why a relationship was a bad idea for someone like him. He wasn’t missing out on anything either. One bad experience didn’t mean he was so hurt by it that love was no longer an option or that he didn’t think he deserved it. He’d heard those theories before and he might not always have the confidence he showed, but his love life was nothing like that at all. He really didn’t feel like he lacked anything. He wasn’t lonely or self-hating. Sex was great. He wasn’t looking to be tied down.

Dean laughed; “I don’t wanna be in that room, ever.” He admitted, amused with the idea of his own son competing with him. At the thought of there being kids of his own out there somewhere, he wrinkled his nose. “You can rest assured there’s no mini-Dean’s out there. Unlike you, I’m careful.” He taunted. Of course, that didn’t mean it was impossible, but he liked to think it was and if not that then highly improbable and he would never know anyway. He was pretty sure he hadn’t left anyone pregnant. And he never planned to either. The last thing he wanted was to be a dad. Not only did he not know what to do with one and liked his life too much to be saddled, but he would never want to bring a kid into that world. He didn’t want to pull another life into his. As much as he idolised and thought highly of his own father, he didn’t want to become the dad that raised his kids in the life. But, he was never going to have a different one and so that life was completely out of the question for him. “It’s a dude.” Dean understood the desire to ask questions. He had his own too. This could be a connection and he trusted Ben enough that he wasn’t too concerned if he shared this; not when he had a similar scenario. Now, if it was out of nowhere, it’d be a different story altogether. “I am a damn good shot, you’d better remember that.” He added in agreement. “It’s my brother, man.” He said, voice lower. “He’s got visions. Like, he sees people dying before they do.” Of course, he had to trust Ben quite a bit to let him in on that. This was his brother he was talking about and with Dean, the worst thing anyone could do was fuck with his family.

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[BENJAMIN STETSON]

Baby, I’m a thief but I keep what I steal.

sexy sexy sexy sexy sexy sexy

Hey now, Ben could totally see Dean in the suburbs mowing a lawn and waving to his neighbours--or maybe that was a nightmare he’d seen somewhere at another time. Anyway, Ben would agree it would be completely boring. It was similar to his perspective on being faithful to one woman. Why limit himself when there was just so many flavours to try? He didn’t, after all, just have vanilla each time he went to Baskin Robbins. Sometimes he liked a mixture, or with sprinkles, or with cookie crumbles--damn he loved ice cream. Sort of how he liked his women. Similarly, holding down a steady job? The world would surely end the minute that he ended up attempting to hold one. It wasn’t physically possible for Ben to the point the apocalypse would come if he tried. Therefore, it was safer for the world if he just kept on playin’ and hunting and never settling down. And honestly that worked perfectly for him. Being born into the hunting lifestyle was a hard thing to not continue on. His adoptive mother had tried so hard to keep him going on the straight and narrow and the normal but that had failed so quickly. Not sure what she expected since she continued to hunt, but the hypocrisies of the elderly were hardly something Ben concerned himself with. The day that the world no longer needed hunters was the day that Ben ceased to have purpose on this Earth. Ben frowned too. “Damnit, man. It seemed like such a good idea at the time.” Which is [not] surprisingly something Ben found himself saying quite a lot.

Why was it necessary to have a woman in his life? He didn’t understand it... He knew he’d never be faithful. He knew that for the most part, people would be happy he admitted that instead of breaking all those hearts. His view on life was that women needed to be careful when they had sex. They were in charge of the prevention of the babies. Thus, Serena created her own problem when it came to the son she claimed was his. He never cared for her. Sure he liked her as a person (when she wasn't trying to murder him or take his money) but when it came to emotions? Ben had more attachment to the pizza he had last night for supper than to any woman in particular. To him, it was all about the pleasure; forgetting the days events and making himself and the woman feel good. That was it. He didn’t understand why it could be simple. This need for people to ‘connect’ on a deeper level confused him and perhaps that was because he’d never felt it. Ben wasn’t lonely. He wasn’t sad. He didn’t feel like he was lacking anything. He saw what relationships did to people and he wanted no part of it. Between Bishop’s mom having to raise the two kids by herself practically since Bishop’s father wasn’t in the picture, to Ben’s own parents who were in a class of fucked up all their own, to Bishop’s relationships... Ben wanted no part of the pain. There was enough pain in the world than to propagate it with strange fantasies of perfection. Perfect didn’t exist! Hunters should know this better than anyone else. Clearly, Ben also lacked a certain sympathy for people who were in relationship situations that didn’t go well. If Ben could figure it out that it was going to inevitably fail... Then how could they not see that?

Now, it was Ben’s turn to laugh. “You just watch, Dean. In a couple years you’ll have little boys and girls a knocking. Demanding your wallet and sucking you dry.” He grinned. “You don’t strike me as someone who would stop if the proper equipment was missing.” And Ben was speaking from his own experience there, naturally. But, as Dean, Ben never planned on having another child again. Of course, Ben rarely used... Protection when it came to sex unless the girl demanded it. He was one of those guys that whined about having to cloak himself, so to speak. But he was pretty sure he was careful in other ways, not to start getting graphic of course. The problems he had with his ‘son’ were frustrating more than anything else. But with most things (and people) Ben had no attachment to him. Well... That was how Ben approached the subject. The truth was a little different than how he presented it, which was true in most senses of the word. Ben knew he’d be an awful father, so why try? Ben knew that he’d screw the kid up more, so why pretend he wouldn’t? Ben knew that the kid and his mother deserved someone better than him, so why deny them that? Of course, he didn’t want to get into deep conversations about it so pretending to not care had worked as a good way to get people off his back; since they tended to get disgusted by it. Whatever, he didn’t care about how people perceived him. They could shove it. “Knew you were gay. So you’re a good shot since you stare at my ass so often, eh?” Grinning and about to further the joke until it was ruined by the truth. So, managing to have an actual real emotion surface. He nodded his head, taking a drink of his beer (a long one) and he contemplated ordering some whiskey for the second round. “...Brother? Damn, man...” He shook his head, clearly he didn’t envy Dean’s situation. “...what? Like just their deaths?” He couldn’t hold back a shudder. “So it started just after his twenty-second birthday. So did Serena’s. But their powers are total opposite. Hers allows her to be super bitch and your bro’s is like... Different.” Forgive him for his inability to formulate words. “Sorry, man. You’re gonna have to ask a smarter man than me the specifics of it all. All I can say is she gets these really really bad headaches after she throws you against a wall. One time, she fell down after it happened. Took her two days to recover fully.” It was scary... Even for someone who ‘didn’t care.’

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