It had been at least 8 weeks, (maybe more) since he and Dean had been traveling together. He could remember it as if it were yesterday; everyone was talking about it. A human- a fucking live breathing flesh and blood human was roaming around in purgatory. At first he was uncaring, it didn't benefit him, why would it? He'd heard of Dean Winchester. Apparently he was some badass hunter who'd taken out and put the majority of purgatory's occupants in purgatory. So yeah, why would he even try to approach this Winchester guy? Blood? Yeah but if he was as bad as people talked him up to be, he wouldn't get close enough to get any blood. So he would keep his distance.

That was beside the point, he was just deathly curious. Who was this guy really? What did he look like? What was he like? He sure had to be something because there was a two-way split with the creatures of purgatory. The first half was scared shitless of the hunter. The second half was the foolish creatures who didn't know of the man. So they figured they could handle him and most of them ended up dead or were lucky enough to escape while other creatures fell to their demise. There was also another portion Benny took notice of. They talked a big game by claiming they could take down the hunter but didn't feel like it. Benny just translated that as they were scared but wanted to look tough so he categorized them into the first half.

Benny eventually gave up with his guessing and little sound bites he heard from others. He wanted to see for himself. So he did. It wasn't hard to find Dean because Dean ultimately found you. He was on a mission looking for someone so everyone was a target until he found what he was looking for.

Their first encounter was literally a close encounter. He almost died that day but he figured that he was spared because he helped Dean's angel. Yeah, he heard about the angel too and everyone just loved that. Anyone in purgatory would have loved to have gotten their hands on such an angelic creature. Too bad the angel fled right after that rescue.

Judging by Dean's reactions to the departure of the angel, Benny smartly made Dean an offer. Of course it was life-risking but he was sure that Dean wouldn't turn it down because obviously that angel was important to the man. The vampire knew his way around the hell created for hellish creations. He could help him find the angel and get them all out of purgatory- for a price of course.

Thus a partnership was created.

Benny still hadn't gotten over the appearance of this man he was supposed to avoid. The hunter was- well he was...pretty. Okay, Benny wasn't one to go all mushy for a set of pretty eyes and a nice body but hell, it had been a while and this hunter was on the side of gorgeous with a hint of stunning. When he first laid eyes on the man he was confused because really? This was the deathly vicious hunter Dean Winchester who saved the world and killed thousands of creatures? There had to be a mistake. The guy was kind of small compared to other hunters he encountered while on earth.

Oddly enough, Benny became a believer and didn't question Dean's capabilities once he saw him in action.

The new issue was that he wanted this man, this human, this hunter, this threat.

He wanted him in every way possible.

A few days after Benny's trip down memory lane, Dean was attacked by a Rakshasa. The flesh eating creature appeared out of nowhere and nearly bit Dean but the hunter was quick on his feet.

The fight didn't last long because before Benny could even assist, Dean shoved his brass knife right though the creature's heart then decapitated its head. His movements were swift and calculated. Dean's aggression tripled everyday so the chance of someone getting the best of him was slim to none. "Fuckin' prick." He growled, wiping the blood from his blade onto his pant leg.

Benny wouldn't lie, seeing Dean like that- covered in blood and beaming with anger and excitement was fucking attractive. The way Dean fought put him into a trance. Benny was fixated and it was becoming a problem. "Brother," he drawled, placing his hand on his hip. He broke his eyes contact in favor of examining the lifeless creature at Dean's feet. "It seems that you're all fight and no bark."

"Better than the other way around I guess." Dean replied with a soft laugh.

"I suppose so."

It had been a week after the Rakshasa attack and Benny was still thinking about it. Fuck, it was an attractive thing to see. Dean goddamn Winchester covered in blood with a weapon and a grin. It didn't get any better than that- well maybe it did when he witnessed Dean cleaning the blood from his face.

Benny had manners; he was a true southern gentleman so his subtle advances weren't very clear to Dean. He had been quietly watching the hunter's every move since they started traveling together. The lack of energy in Dean's form was noticeable and Benny knew it was because of his lack of sleep. Still he knew there were only two things on Dean's mind that was primary focus; Castiel and survival. So even if his advances were noticed, he wouldn't get a response.

"Brother, you have to sleep at some point. You are after all, human."

"No," Dean grumbled. "I'm good."

"You're exhausted. Sleep. I'll keep watch tonight."

Dean glanced up from sharpening his knife to stare at Benny. He still didn't trust him because hello, vampire but Benny had proved that he wasn't out to get him. They fought well together and seemed to be a cohesive team. "Fine, but you better be alert."

He shoved his knife back into his holster on his thigh and eased back against the tree. He would rest but rest assure, he'd keep his guard up during his semi nap.

A few hours later, Dean jumped awake when he felt a hand on his cheek. Instincts took over and his knife was in his hand within seconds. His eyes scanned the angelic face that stared down at him. Bright blues and dark pink lips stood out in the darkness.

"Dean."

"Fuck, Cas, I've been looking everywhere for you."

"I need you to wake up, Dean."

"What?"

"Dean. Open your eyes."