I promised you all a new fanfiction to Benjamin Winchester and here it is. I hope you like this one! Now, I can't promise you when new chapters will be put up. But I will try my hardest to make them nice and long for ya. Now to those who have not read Benjamin Winchester, please do. This fanfiction does have ties to Benjamin Winchester. Not a sequel, but does have ties. Tell me what you think! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Supernatural, the boys, or the Impala. Though I wish I did.
-Friday night; 12:30 AM-
"No!" A scream tore through Benjamin Jackson's mouth as he jolted upwards in his bed. The sheets were wrapped around his legs and were halfway soaked in sweat from another nightmare. Quickly, Ben got out of bed, stumbling forward as he turned the bedroom light on as the darkness was shoved out of the room.
Taking deep breaths, Ben looked down at his hands and found them shaking uncontrollably before he walked over to his bedside drawer and taking the journal out once again. He hated these nightmares more than anything else in the world right now. And this nightmare had been worst than the others. This time he had seen a dark figure and- Ben squeezed his eyes shut, trying to shove the nightmare away. Dropping the journal back into the drawer, Ben walked out of the bedroom.
"Hey, what're you up so late tonight? Another nightmare?" Robert Donavan asked in almost a confident voice as Ben spun around from atop the stairs to see his Uncle behind him. Ben swallowed hard and only nodded, not wanting to talk about it. Robert seemed to understand because he suddenly smiled.
"Well, I guess some cookies and milk can be your mid-night snack." Ben laughed as the muscles in his face released their death grip on him. His Uncle always knew how to break a moment of awkwardness. Ben followed his Uncle to down the stairs and into the kitchen before taking a seat at the table while his Uncle grabbed the Oreo cookies and milk from the fridge.
"Saw you outside tonight with a girl." Robert told his fourteen-year-old nephew as he poured them a glass of milk and set the cookies out on a paper towel for Ben and himself. This is how it always had been. And Ben liked it just like this and liked his Uncle even more. When Ben had been five, his Mom and Dad had both perished in a horrible fire. From then on, Ben had been in his Uncle's care.
"Yeah, Christine." Ben prayed that his Uncle hadn't been spying on them or anything. He already felt bad for what had happened between him and Christine.
"Oh, that's a pretty name. Though I think I've heard that name from somewhere, though." Robert had a thoughtful expression before smiling knowingly. Ben sighed deeply as he pushed the cookies away.
"It was her fault…"
"It's always the girl's fault, isn't it Ben?" Ben just gave a lopsided, hopeless grin with a shrug before pulling the cookies back towards him.
"Maybe he won't find out." Ben muttered as he rested the side of his cheek on the palm of his hand before stuffing his mouth with cookies.-January 9, 2007-
I had another nightmare last night, though this one was more intense then the last and it scared me more than the other nightmares I've been having for the last two weeks. All I can remember is myself being younger and the sound of an angry voice mixing in with all these other voices. They were male voices too; only there was a different tone in each one of them. One voice was gruff and menacing while the other one was calm and soothing, almost comforting. The soothing voice was calling my name, trying to calm someone down while the other was more frightening. The frightening voice was calling my name before I saw a dark figure enter the room-
Welcome To The Jungle by Guns N' Roses poured loudly through the headphones as Ben sat upon his bed, writing the nightmare he had had last night into his journal. His Uncle had suggested that he write down his dreams/nightmares so that he could look them over and find out what was causing him to wake up every night in a cold sweat.
Just as the young athlete was finishing up, a knock on his door made him jump slightly before he closed the journal and stashed it away in his bedside drawer. Getting up from his bed, Ben walked over to the door before opening it and immediately receiving a blow to the side of his face. Reacting, Ben threw his own punch as his tight fist connected with the side of his attacker's nose.
"Ow, damnit!" Toby Daggar exasperated as his hands flew to his nose before blood started streaming swiftly from the harsh blow. Ben was surprised for a moment as he stared at his friend's hunched form as Toby looked up and gave Ben an angry look.
"What the hell?" Ben asked angrily before shoving his friend aside and walking down the hall and into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, Ben's fingertips gently ran over the small bruise on his cheek that Toby's fist had created. Cursing silently, Ben walked back out of the bathroom as he stood before his supposedly best friend.
"What is your freakin' problem, Toby?" Ben asked, using the word, freakin' as a substitute for the word fuckin' that he wanted to use so badly. But since the little incident with cussing around his Uncle Jack, Ben had remembered to nick the habit in the butt. The taste of soap was still in his mouth from that word.
"You…" Toby muttered, breathing hard through the mouth as he continued to hold his nose. "Decided to have a little fun with Christine, didn't you?" Toby asked, almost snarling as the fourteen-year-old started to straightened up a little.
"What are you talking about? Me and Christine are just friends, Toby." Ben told him in a calming, but confused voice. "I told you, you were sniffing too much of my Grandma's scented candles, man." This seemed to tick Toby off a little more than Ben had meant to. Before another word could be said, Toby lunged himself forward and pushed Ben to the hardwood floor.
"You think I didn't see you with her last night!" Toby shouted. "You kissed her, Ben! Your suppose to be my best friend!" Ben became angry within seconds and with a quick punch, Ben caught Toby off guard long enough to push his delusional friend off him before grabbing the teenager's shirt collar and hoisting him up to standing position. Ben had always been the stronger one of the two since he could remember.
"I didn't kiss your girlfriend!" Ben shouted after shoving Toby against the wall and holding him back with his arm against his friend's neck. "She kissed me! Okay?" Ben could feel himself shaking in rage and his anger was evident cause he still didn't let go of his friend. Ben's nerves were torn to pieces. And for what? Because his best friend had to accuse him of kissing his girlfriend when in fact, it had been Christine who had decided to kiss him out of the blue.
"Yeah, but you kissed her back." Toby said in an unusually calm voice. "I saw you kiss her back, Benjamin." Ben cringed momentarily as Toby called him by his first whole name. His first whole name was only said by the frightening voice he heard in his nightmares. Not by Toby.
Ben reluctantly released his pressure against Toby's neck as he turned his back on the boy. Last night had been a mistake. Toby knew that Ben would never do that to him on purpose. But here his best friend was; mad as hell and looking worst than Ben's old dog, Scampers.
"So what do you want me to say?" Ben asked, keeping his back to Toby for a moment. "Sorry? Sorry that I got caught up in the moment?" Ben asked as he turned back around, his eyes resting on Toby's sitting figure. Man, Ben hated to see his friend down in the dumps because of him.
"It's fudged up what you did." Toby muttered, using the word, fudged instead of fucked. Toby had never liked to use the 'F' word since his abusive Dad had used that word to many times throughout his childhood.
"Yeah, I know." Ben sighed as he sat down on the bed. "And I'm sorry. Really, I am." Ben made sure he made eye contact with Toby. He wanted his best friend to know how sorry he really was for kissing Christine back. Hopefully, he could get Toby to forgive him. And if he couldn't, at least they could still be friends.
"She didn't like me anyway…" Toby sighed deeply before slowly standing up as Ben stood up with him.
"Well, I did tell you to stay away from the users." Ben told him as he came to his side. "There's other fish out there in the sea, man. Christine wasn't the only one." Toby just shook his head before walking out of the bedroom and down the hall towards the bathroom.
"Don't you do your sweet talkin' to me, pal." Toby told him as he glanced over at Ben. "Your still not off the hook for kissing her back."
"Oh…" Ben muttered as Toby started to clean up his bloody nose before looking over at Ben as a grin spread across his lips. "She's a good kisser, ain't she though?" A cheeky grin spread across Ben's own face as he remembered how blissful his first kiss had been.
"Man, you have no idea."