Author's Notes: It started with Mary's parents. Following her death, John became a hunter too, which continued on to Sam and Dean. After a tragedy and life-changing decision, will Ben's future be the same? Can Ben break the family's curse of bad luck? AU. Set in the season 6 time period. Also includes the resurrection of John later on, and Ben being Dean's biological son. It will also feature Castiel and a few others along the way. The course language and violence etc in this fic is no different from what is seen in the show. So if you can watch any episode, you can read this fic. Oh, and spoilers for season 6 if you haven't seen it yet.

/ Prologue \

They were still talking.

Ben could see his mother through the window as she lay weakly in the hospital bed, talking to Dean with struggled effort and sadness. He couldn't seen Dean's face, so all Ben had to stare at for almost an hour was his mother's suffering.

It had happened so fast, Ben knew, as he stared and let his mind wander even as the image of his dying mother never faded. Dean had showed up suddenly and proceeded to become a part of their family for an entire year. Ben heard brief hints about how Sam had sacrificed himself for the sake of the world and the hell Dean had gone through to get to that point. Eventually, Dean drank and cried less, though Ben knew he'd never stopped hurting inside. He could see it in his father-figure's eyes every time he thought no one was watching him.

Ben was always watching him.

For a year, things weren't perfect, but Ben hadn't been happier. He felt like he had a father for the first time in his life, even if he never called Dean "dad", he knew the man felt the same way about him because he'd said so only hours ago. His mother had been kidnapped by demons, but Ben had gotten away. He called Dean from a payphone, since Sam had come back a few months earlier and broken the complete family Ben finally had. He didn't blame Sam, but resented that Dean had chosen to go with his brother than stay with Ben and Lisa, convinced he was keeping them safe in doing so. Dean had been wrong.

When Sam and Dean showed up, they found Ben hiding in his closest, terrified and upset.

Together they tracked where Lisa was and Ben had to go with them, since it wasn't safe for him to be alone when the demons had clearly been after him as well, yet there wasn't enough time to hide him somewhere else. Armed with a gun loaded with rock salt, Ben shakily followed Sam and Dean into a large warehouse. He couldn't think straight, he was scared of what might have happened to his mother, and above all Ben wished things could just go back to the way they were before.

Gunshots shocked him from his trance as Ben realised they were in a large room and his mother was tied up to a chair nearby, unconscious. Dean yelled something to him, yet it was Sam who grabbed Ben and swapped his shotgun for a knife. Staring at the blade with horror, since it had blood on it, Ben realised what he was supposed to do and ran to his mother. He cut the rope as she was waking up, feeling a bit better because he was helping her and she was fine. Sam and Dean fought demons nearby, yet it was all a blur to Ben, because all he could focus on was his mother.

And then she looked at him with a smile as her eyes turned black and her hands wrapped around his throat. Dropping the knife, Ben gasped for air, but could not make a sound. He winced and glanced towards the others, but they were barely able to keep several demons away and Ben just knew they could not help him now. Desperate, as his oxygen was being sapped and his neck hurt, Ben reached his fingers for the knife, having no idea what he would do with it if he actually got it. His fingers closing on the weapon, Ben clutched it and feebly tried to raise it, yet he was too weakened and pained by the idea of hurting his mother, even if he could see the demon staring back at him with glee.

Dean's shout echoed in the room as he suddenly appeared at Ben's side. The rest was a jumble. All Ben knew was that Dean had grabbed him and Sam fired rock salt at his mother. She fell backwards, but was soon on her feet again. The knife still in his hand, Ben stared as the demon stood there in his mother's body as as several more demons appeared. They wanted to make Dean suffer for something he and Sam had stopped, yet Ben wasn't really listening. Nothing else made sense to him until the demon had flung him backwards several feet. Ben groaned from the pain and sat upright, looking over frantically to see his mother on the floor. She lay on her back with Dean crouched beside her. Sam stood nearby and soon came to check on Ben.

There was blood and so much of it, pooling around his mother from her stomach. He saw her hand slip from the knife pressed into her stomach, which the demon had apparently done before it left her body.

And now they were at the hospital. Ben glanced away from the window as he saw Dean rise and head for the door.

'Is she okay?' Ben asked instantly.

He knew she wasn't because he had overheard the doctors telling Dean she was not going to make it. Ben hoped he'd just heard wrong, yet the pained and tearful look on Dean's face said it all. Shaking his head with grief, Ben wanted to yell and scream that his mother was going to be fine.

'She wants to see you.' Dean hardly managed the words, yet was determined to pass on the message to Ben. 'I'll be right here.' He added.

Ben shoved past Dean, still convinced his mother had made a mistake many months ago when she said they were going to be with Dean even if he argued it was too dangerous. Ben had tried convinced him to keep in contact with them, to still be around, and now look what had happened. Dean had been right in warning them and they hadn't listened, now they were paying the price.

'Mum?' Ben sank onto the edge of her bed and noticed her paled, sweating face and half-awake gaze. She was almost unrecognisable to him and Ben felt horrible about everything - her dying and his inability to save her.

'Ben.' Lisa whispered. 'I need you to be strong.'

'No, you're not going to die.' Ben said desperately. 'You can't. Please, don't leave me!' Tears covered his cheeks as he gripped her weakly outstretched hand and shuddered at how cold her skin felt. 'I need you, mum. I don't know what to do...please.'

'It's my time.' Lisa said. 'Ben, this can't be stopped. I am going to die. Soon.' She said bravely in her last effort to be strong. 'Dean promised you will go with him. You'll be fine.'

'No, I won't! Not without you.' Ben sobbed. 'This isn't fair.'

'I haven't...' Lisa swallowed. 'I haven't got much time. Ben, there's something-you...something you need to know. About...your father.'

'What?' Despite himself, Ben could not help being interested and stunned by what she was revealing to him. 'Do you know who my father is?'

'No.' Lisa said. 'But Dean...he has been like one in the past year. Ben, he might be your real father too. It's possible.'

'Why didn't you say something?' Ben tried not to be angry with her and knew he would regret it later, but his emotions were not letting him think straight.

'I had to know...if he would stay.' Lisa coughed before she continued. 'I love you so much, Ben...I always will. You have to be strong for me.'

'No!' Ben wailed and bent his head, resting his face against the mattress as he gripped her hand and tried to get himself together. After hearing to door open again and detecting a shadow nearby, he looked up to see Dean standing beside him with a tortured expression on his face.

'Why can't you do something?' Ben turned on him. 'Why can't you save her? You're supposed to save people!'

'I can't save everyone.' Dean said. 'I wish I could help your mum, I really do. You gotta believe me, Ben...I did everything I could.'

'Ben.' Lisa whispered again. 'I love you.'

Ben and Dean watched as her eyes slowly closed and nurses rushed in. They announced that she had slipped into a coma and that her visitors had to leave the room. Ben protested until he was pulled away by Dean. Sam joined them, looking lost and guilty, as they stood outside the room and watched Lisa being hooked up to tubes and machines.

Though Sam came and went, the pair who loved Lisa the most never moved from that spot. Until the very end, at almost midnight, when Lisa Braeden flat-lined. Dean was unable to move as Ben sank to his knees on the floor and wept. Sam stood nearby with a fresh cup of coffee and was shocked, as he had really thought that maybe Lisa could make it. The blood loss, damage and ordeal proved too much for her to handle.

On that cold night, her life had faded as her heart stopped beating and her eyes never opened again.

~ Chapter One: Shattered Destiny ~

It was nine days later. Ben had stayed at the house with Dean and Sam, attended his mother's funeral, and was now moving slowly around his bedroom as he packed his "essentials" into a suitcase.

In one hour he would be leaving the last place he had seen his mother happy and alive. He was giving up a whole lifestyle to join Sam and Dean. The brothers didn't like it and had spent days trying to find somewhere else for Ben to go. In the end, they knew he'd never be safe anywhere else now the demons had their sights set on him. Adding to the fact that other than an orphanage, Ben really had nowhere else to go.

His favourite clothes and anything he really wanted to keep, were packed away in his suitcase as Ben moved to sit on his bed and stuffed earpieces into his ears. He increased the volume and let AC DC pound into his head, fogging out his pain and awareness of what was going on around him. He'd hardly said a word since the final night at the hospital and was still grief-stricken, but was stubbornly doing his best to be strong, just as his mother had asked him to, as her dying request for him.

Whatever the future had planned for Ben was wiped that night. Whatever destiny he had been heading towards, whoever he was meant to grow up to become...all of it, he felt, was gone now. Just as his mother was gone. A year ago Ben didn't care about any of that, didn't believe in destiny, nor had any great ambitions to be a doctor, a police officer, or whatever else those his age aspired to be. Since meeting Dean at the age of eight, Ben only ever wanted to be just like him.

And that meant becoming a hunter.

Until nine days ago, Ben thought being a hunter was about stopping monsters and travelling around the country with family, but now he knew the truth. The painful fact that it wasn't a bit dangerous, it wasn't a struggle against evil and bad motels...it was life and death. His mother had been taken by demons, had been possessed to attack her son and then stab herself, something she would never have done before or even considered. It cost his mother her life. She wasn't a hunter, she didn't want to travel around the country, she only wanted a stable home for her son to grow up in. And yet, demons had found her anyway. They hurt her, taunted her, and eventually killed her.

Ben had been angry at Dean for a few days, not talking to him and avoiding being near to him, blaming his once-father-figure for what had happened. Then he attended the funeral and saw Dean openly cry, though the man tried to hide it. Dean was lost and grieving too. He had warned them, he had told them that something might happen...and the very worst "something" did.

Ben's gaze had trailed to Sam, shifting blame alongside his sight. Ben knew that if Sam hadn't come back, his family wouldn't have been broken up and Dean might have stayed. Sam ruined everything! His home, his family, his future...the lot of it. Ben stopped giving Dean the cold-shoulder and ignored Sam instead. It lasted almost an entire day, until the next morning Sam came into his room and asked if he was hungry. Ben shouted that he wasn't and told Sam to leave him alone. Sam stood there and said he won't pretend everything is okay, because it's not. He'd never really known his own mother, but he'd lost her too, and then his father. "Losing a parent is never easy," Sam told Ben. "Just don't ever forget you're not alone...because you're won't be, not ever again."

And so, Ben was left confused and unsure about whose fault it was that he didn't have a mother. Dean tried to warn them, Sam understood what it was like, and then...there were the demons. They had started this. Those monsters had broken into his home, stolen his mother, possessed her, and then slowly murdered her. Yesterday, Ben kicked his chair across the room, watching as it broken against his wall and left a dent. He felt to be just as broken, dented, and left behind. Sam and Dean appeared at the doorway, no doubt to see what had happened. Ben removed his angry gaze from the floor and looked at them. Then, with an ounce of betrayal, the tears came. Embarrassed, yet hurting too much to care, Ben pressed his face to Dean's shirt, crying for the loss of his mother and his future, for the anger he felt towards the demons, and the confusion of what he was supposed to do now. He asked Dean if it ever stopped hurting. At that moment, Ben appreciated Dean's honestly when he'd said "No. Never." It was always going to hurt, yet Ben knew, right then and there that, just as Sam had said, he wasn't alone.

And so, here on the ninth day since his mother's life had been taken...Ben blamed himself.

'Time to go.'

Ben looked up from the floor. Despite the music pounding into his ears, he had heard Dean loud and clearly. Shoving his ipod into the pocket of his jeans, Ben reluctantly nodded and waited for Dean to leave. Sighing with dread, he grabbed the handle of his suitcase, which his mother had bought him a couple months ago, and dragged it to the doorway. Pausing, Ben turned once to glance around him bedroom. As sadness welled inside him, Ben could not pull his gaze from the simple furniture and now-discarded belongings he would never see or use again. He hadn't lived in the house for long, yet it was home and Ben felt terrible about leaving it to live a life on the road without his mother.

'Ben?' Dean was back, placing a hand on his shoulder, and urged him away from the spot Ben felt frozen to. 'I know it's hard, but we gotta go.'

'I know.' Ben sighed again and turned his back on his room, descending the stairs for the last time as he avoided glancing anywhere else in the house. Stepping outside, he saw Sam leaning on the side of the impala, his arms crossed as he patiently waited. Ben, not saying a word, dumped his suitcase into the back seat and slid in beside it. With Sam seated in front of him and Dean to his left as he would be driving, Ben stared out the window and stuffed his earpieces back into place. Music filling his eardrums; he allowed "Anything Goes" to be his sole focus for the moment, trying desperately to drown out the fading image of the house as driveway became highway.

With a quick decision, Ben turned in his seat and looked through the back window to catch one last glimpse of the home he was saying goodbye too. He was a few seconds too late...it was already gone.

~ B ~

Ben hated long trips. Really, he did. They dragged on and on with so little options to pass the time. Luckily, he had his music, so he was fine. Well, as fine as one could be after losing their mother, leaving the entire concept of "home" behind, and travelling on the road with his father-figure and a man he still hardly knows.

Shifting in his seat, Ben glanced cautiously at Sam, though he could only really see the back of his head. He was wary, not because he didn't like Sam or lacked enough trust to be around him, just simply because he was indeed a stranger. Ben saw him a tiny bit the night the changeling had been killed, then again once or twice since the man came back after a year of being gone, and he'd heard stories from Dean. But, for all intents and purposes, Ben did not know Sam at all. Dean he could deal with, yet Ben was a bit nervous about sharing a car and motel room with Sam as well. He liked Sam, really he did, yet Ben could not help wishing it was just him and Dean - not Sam as well.

'You hungry?' Dean asked, glancing over his shoulder at Ben as they had pulled up at a gas station. Ben peeked out his window for a sign. Finding none, he settled for not knowing where the heck they were and couldn't be bothered asking.

'A little.' Ben replied.

His loss of appetite since his mother's death had started to fade the night before, so he was actually feeling a little starved. There was only so far soda and chips could get him. He'd only switched to a simple ham sandwich that morning because he knew his mother would disapprove of his choice of consumptions, and the lack thereof.

'Chips and coke good?' Dean asked as he opened the door, intending to get out and refuel the impala.

'No!' Ben said quickly, causing Sam to glance at him oddly through the rear-view mirror. 'I mean...maybe something warmer? You know, real food?' He sighed and lowered his gaze. Not hearing what Dean replied with, Ben shuffled through his list of songs on his ipod and wondered how long his battery would last.

'Listening to anything good?' Sam asked.

Ben didn't look up, not caring that Sam was trying to make conversation, and merely shrugged his shoulders in response. Looking back to the window, Ben amped the volume and assumed Sam had gotten the point. Watching cars drive by on the road while he waited for Dean to return, Ben tried so hard not to think about what had happened nine days ago or what he was facing in the days ahead. He had no idea, yet was not prepared to ponder his future just yet.

'Here you go.' Dean tossed a bottle of water to Ben, who caught it quickly. He then accepted the bag offered to him and peered inside to see what he was given. It was a plain meat pie, of course. Rolling his eyes, as even Ben knew the importance Dean placed on pies, he lifted it from the bag and took a bite.

'Thanks.' He remembered his manners, as his mother would want him to, and reached to open his bottle of water. Honestly, he'd had nothing against the coke yet didn't complain of its alternative. 'Where are we going?' Ben finally voiced a question that had been burning inside his skull for the past seemingly endless amount of hours since they'd left Battlecreek; which was almost ironic, considering what had happened there, leading to the loss of his mother and the farewell of "home".

'South Dakota.' Dean answered as he started the engine.

'What's in South Dakota?' Ben frowned. He knew it was a few states over and quite a long way to go, in his opinion. Not that it was saying much, since one hour in a car and he wanted out.

'Bobby.' Dean said. 'We're gonna stay with him for a couple of days, try to figure out what our next move is.'

'What do you mean?' Ben caught the glance Dean and Sam shared, knowing instantly that he was missing out on a crucial detail. 'What aren't you telling me?'

'Nothing.' Dean sighed. 'I'm just saying...you've got to go to school, live your life, and we have to find a way to make that possible.'

Ben fell silent as realisation sank in. Dean was leaving him, again, and completely dismissing his mother's request for him to stay with Dean. Ripping the earpieces from his ears, ignoring the sharpness of the movement, Ben leaned closer in his seat as he was determined to fight for his cause.

'No!' Ben demanded. 'I don't want to stay with Bobby.'

'What's wrong with Bobby?' Dean frowned, entirely missing the point, though a sigh from Sam suggested that the taller man knew what Ben was referring to. Since Sam remained quiet, Ben hoped he was on his side, as he turned back to Dean and continued.

'Nothing.' Ben said. 'I don't know Bobby. Just like I don't really know Sam. I want to stay with you, Dean. You promised.'

'I didn't promise that.' Dean sounded annoyed. 'Only that I'd do what's best for you.'

'And being ditched by family...that's what's best for me?' Ben slumped back against his seat and turned his angered gaze towards the window, crossing his arms as he ignored the trees flashing by outside. 'You're a real dick sometimes, Dean.'

~ B ~

Though they had left Michigan in the morning, it was dark out by the time the impala finally pulled up outside Bobby's place. Parking the car near the garage, Dean remained still for a moment and glanced at Sam, who had hardly said a word since the moment back near the gas station.

'Alright, I'm ready. Spit it out.' Dean said to his brother, keeping his tone low as he knew Ben was asleep in the back seat.

'He's got a point, Dean.' Sam answered. 'How is living Ben with Bobby any different than him travelling with us? Bobby's a hunter too.'

'Don't you get it?' Dean frowned. 'Bobby's not hopping from motel to bad motel. He's got a house - a permanent fixture, which means Ben can go to the same school with the same people, all year long. He doesn't have to be dragged around all the time. You hated being the new kid all the time when we were younger, remember?'

'Yeah.' Sam said in a heavy tone. 'But I hated missing dad even more. He was hardly around...we almost never got to see him. I'd take that over the bad motels and frequently changing schools any time. Besides, he's a kid, Dean. Are you going to put the responsibility of raising him on Bobby's head?'

Dean had nothing to reply with, therefore he left the car and slammed the door, making sure to wake Ben from his slumber.

'Are we here?' Ben straightened from his slouched position. He looked out the window, but could only see darkness.

'We're here.' Sam nodded as he too left and vehicle and walked around to the back, opening the trunk to grab his bag and Dean's, since his brother had stormed off without it. Ben joined him and reached for his blue suitcase (which had been stored their several hours earlier). The boy paused for a moment as Ben almost wished he was back in the car.

'It won't be as bad as you think. You'll see.' Sam offered. He hoped his words were true, yet had been unable to remain silent when he saw the look of dread on the boy's face.

Ben looked up at him and rolled his eyes, gripping his suitcase as he turned to slowly follow Sam towards the house. Stepping inside, he looked around for Dean and saw his father-figure standing in the kitchen, talking to Bobby.

'Hey, Ben.' Bobby nodded to him, looking sympathetic and unhappy.

Without a word, Ben turned and stomped his way up the stairs, intending to find a room to stay in. A bedroom he hoped would be very temporary as he simply would not stand to have Dean leave him again. He'd just lost his mother, so Ben did not think he could cope with losing Dean as well. Because if he left him there with Bobby...Ben would never forgive him.

Dropping his suitcase near a single bed, Ben went to the door in effort to vent his frustration, as he had wanted to slam it close and let everyone know he was entirely against the situation. Reaching for the knob, he paused at the sound of raised voices, though it was clear that the three downstairs were at least trying not to be overheard. Assuming himself to be the core of the heated discussion, Ben ducked low and scurried as quietly as he could towards the stairs. Lying on his stomach, he inched down the steps a little until he could hear what they were talking about.

'He still has a chance!' Dean was saying. 'He can go to school here, have a room of his own, and a familiar place to return to each day. I'm trying to do what's best for him! He needs to live his life, not be dragged into ours, which by the way – sucks!'

'I understand that, Dean.' Sam said in irritation. It caused respect to swell inside Ben when he realised Sam was indeed on his side and trying to make Dean understand the other alternatives.

'But he's just lost his mother. You heard him – he doesn't know Bobby or me. He knows you. Right now, you're all Ben's got left. Maybe it's best for him to stay here, but not right now, Dean. He needs you.'

'I'm gonna have to side with Sam on this one.' Bobby added. 'And this place ain't kosher. The things I drag downstairs, the messes I have to clean up...believe me, he'll be better off on the road than staying here day in and day out.'

'It's a good theory, Dean.' Sam jumped in before his brother could speak. 'I want Ben to have a normal life too, really I do. I wouldn't wish this on anyone. But it's too late. His mother was killed by demons. He knows what's out there and that's never going to change.'

'So what, he's just doomed to end up like us?' Dean asked bitterly. 'Is that what you're saying?'

'No, I mean...ugh.' Sam went quiet as he obviously tried to think of a better way to convince Dean, as the current method wasn't working. 'Look, you lived with them for a year. Like it or not Dean, Ben considers you family. You heard him. He thinks you're ditching him, and well, you sort of are. I know you have good intentions. I'm not saying he has to be a hunter, just...'

'I think what Sam's trying to say is that you can have any sort of life in the world, but if you ain't got family to back you up than it ain't mean squat.' Bobby said. 'You of all people should know it's true. I ain't saying it's gonna be easy, but Sam's right...Ben needs you now. You're all that kid's got left.'

'So that's it?' Dean snapped. 'Just drag him around with us and hope for the best? I'm trying to fix dad's mistakes here, not repeat them!'

'There is a difference, Dean.' Sam said in a tone so low that Ben almost missed what he was saying. 'If things don't work out, we can explore other options. With dad, well...it was only the one road.'

'I don't want Ben becoming a hunter.' Dean said, less angry now as it was clear he was on the losing side of the argument. 'I don't want him to be cursed. Dad didn't think he had a choice with us, but here...right now, we have a choice. And I say no.'

'Is it really your choice?' Sam asked as he looked towards the staircase, alerting Ben that he had been caught eavesdropping. Wincing, yet jumping to his feet quickly, Ben did not wait to be scolded as he added his own opinions.

'I know what's going on.' Ben insisted. 'I can do the job you do. I want to.'

'Ben...'

'No, Dean...please!' Ben hurried down the stairs and joined them. 'Please listen to me. I know it's bad, okay? What happened to my mum, it was terrifying. But I can do this if you give me a chance. You say your dad raised you like this, that you didn't have a choice, right? Well, you're right...I have a choice here. And I choose this.'

'You don't know what you're saying.' Dean frowned. 'This isn't a game or lifestyle option. This is real. It's dangerous and you'll see so much crap that it'll mess with your mind, I mean it.'

'Being a hunter isn't a job, Ben.' Sam added. 'It's life. And there's only one thing you can count on: family. And it's not all or nothing at this point. I mean, you can come with us and not be a hunter...at least, not entirely.'

Ben looked from Dean to Sam, who each appeared unsure and serious yet had gone quiet in anticipation of his reply. He then glanced at Bobby, seeing the worry and hesitancy in the older man's face solidified that Ben should not take this lightly.

The idea of being a hunter had changed so much in nine days and Ben realised Sam was right. It wasn't a job, it wasn't something someone did until they knew what they wanted to do in life...because being a hunter is life. There was no turning back from it. He remembered how Dean had been, so full of nightmares and bad habits, yet as he looked at Dean now, Ben knew his decision. Life wasn't easy any way he looked at it. The pain of losing his mum wasn't going to change if he stayed with Bobby or went with Sam and Dean. Nothing they did was going to bring her back, no matter if he selected books over a rifle. He wanted to help people, to learn about the Supernatural and how to stop it.

Yet, above everything, the foundation of Ben's choice rested with a single memory of three or so years ago.

When he'd first met Dean, he had no idea the impact the man was going to have on his own life and way of thinking. From an unfamiliar guest at his eighth birthday party, to someone who taught him to stand up for himself, to his hero. Kicking those bullies and then helping the other kids escape, Ben had never felt more comfortable. It felt right, to be fighting for something, to ignore his own fears for the greater outcome. He liked being the hero because it felt so...right. And he wanted that again. Ben wanted to get rid of horrible things like demons and in doing so, rescue someone. He might stop another mother from being murdered, even if he couldn't save his own.

'I'll do it.' Ben nodded firmly to Dean, his mind set as his gaze impressed how serious he was because nothing was going to change his mind now. 'Teach me everything. I wanna help, Dean. Really, I do. I want to be a hunter just like you, only better...I'm going to do it right. I promise, I can do this.'

'No.' Dean said emotionally. 'I won't let you do it. Fine, you can come with us, but I am not training you become a hunter. End of discussion.' He added to the others and turned to march out of the room.

Sam and Bobby said nothing as Ben turned to watch Dean walk away. The boy was quiet as well. He knew what he had to do, because Dean thought he was making a mistake in wanting to be a hunter, but that's okay. Ben decided he'd just have to prove otherwise. One battle had been won, because Ben could go with Sam and Dean, which Ben knew was a success on his part. And of course, Ben was smart enough to know he'd pick up some tricks along the way, so it was only a matter of time.

Though no one knew it yet, being a hunter was in Ben's blood, and a simple "no" wasn't going to change that, because deep down...Ben was a Winchester.

Author's Notes: I will continue to use closer accuracy to reality, such as that it takes about 13 hours to drive from Battlecreek, Michigan to Sioux Falls, South Dakota. I am also doing my best to keep everyone in character and the reactions true to those characters. This is the beginning of a long-term fic in which I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of and will continue to read.

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