Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural nor any of its characters; I do enjoy playing with them though.
The driver of the car reached for the volume as a familiar song flowed from the tired old speakers. The windows creaked in protest as he rolled them down. On a night like this there was no other way to drive down a deserted road like this one. The man let his left hand dangle out of the driver's side window as he began to hum unconsciously with the song. He could feel the cool breeze rush past his hand. He let his foot ease up from the gas; he was in no hurray to get to his destination. It was here driving the open road watching the trees go by in a blur and that comforting yellow line disappear and reappear over and over again that he felt most at home.
A smile creaked up the side of his mouth as he caught a glimpse of morning in the distance. The first signs of the sun rise on the horizon. It had been a long night, most nights were. It was always a relief to see the light creeping up from the horizon. After a night like he had it was almost a miracle that there should be a sunrise at all. It gave him a small sense of hope, there was always another day. The man winced as he slid farther down into a slouch; he could already feel the bruise forming along his back. This was exactly the reason he hated hunting in cemeteries, there were always headstones he could be thrown against.
As he shifted his weight once more, he thought how it hadn't always been like this. The days when he once took the simple beauty of a sun rise for granted. That was before, of course. Before; the night that monster had invaded his home, the night he learned that which had haunted his nightmares where real. Everything changed that night, he changed that night. Evil was a very real thing and for the first time he had found himself face to face with it. That was the same night he learned that there were those brave enough to stand up against the things most people ran in fear from. He knew that night that was what he was meant to do. He would say it was his destiny; if he believed in that kind of crap.
The night he left home was still hung heavy in his memory even three years later. The sounds of his mother's sobs as he had driven off leaving her in the empty driveway were still very present in his mind. He hated having to leave her alone like that, but he knew there was no way he could have stayed. So the night of his high school graduation and the week after his eighteenth birthday he'd packed his things. He had taken to the road and the job quite well, better than he had expected.
In the back of his mind though there was always a small thought that never quite went away. He always wondered if he might run into him out on the road like this. The closest thing he had ever had to a father. Oh, there had been men in his mother's life, but none of them had ever come close to putting that smile on her face that he had seen only once in his life. None of the other men had ever come close to him and his mother had never loved them the same. Even though he was only in their lives for a short while; there was still a void when he left.
He had taught him to fight his first bully (the first in a long string of them), and he had saved his life. Thirteen years later and he never stopped wishing that Dean Winchester could have been his father.
Ben smiled as the sunlight began to sting his eyes. It'll be time for breakfast soon.