Ch 2: I Do believe in Magic
Bobby almost wanted to spit out the gulp of beer he just drank. Instead he went to his desk and pulled out the bottle of whiskey he had stashed in a drawer. He felt that they could all use it. It was one thing to hunt creatures, it was another when a boy you helped raise was turned into one. The two on the couch watched Bobby. He was obviously thinking things out. Benny was especially being cautious. He didn't want to be caught unprepared if Bobby decided that he didn't want anything to do with Dean anymore.
Bobby looked up at dean, a brief look of confusion crossing his face. "Wait a second now son, I don't know much about mer, but I do know that the memory loss doesn't come until after the mating."
Dean and Benny nodded. Bobby continued "How the heck are ya havin' memory problems if you haven't mated another mer?"
Benny and Dean looked at each other. They knew that this was going to be the part that would either go well or badly "Benny and I hadsexandapparentlymated." Dean mumbled.
Bobby raised an eyebrow and stared at Dean. "yer gonna have to repeat that boy." Dean swallowed. He really didn't want to have to explain the situation, especially since some details about Bobby were finally making it through the fog in his head.
"Me n Benny we um, you know and then my memories started going." Dean seriously hoped he wasn't blushing.
Bobby looked from one to the other. He noted how they were both embarrassed, but worried. He sighed. "Not much good is going to come from us just sitting around. Go git the books sitting on the far side of the room Dean." Dean nodded and Bobby turned to Benny. "Now you, first yer going to tell me about what you have going on and why you know so much about Mer. Then we're going to figure out this crapfest." Bobby wandered off to the next room muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like 'idjits'.
Benny managed to tell Bobby about what had happened when Dean was turned, and make it sound like he was just good at hunting. He hoped anyway. Benny then proceeded to tell the older hunter about what he knew of the Mer and why they probably chose Dean. This was all done, of course, without Dean in hearing range. It had been three days and already Benny and Bobby could see the difference in Dean's memories. There were more that were gone, but a great majority were muddled in what Dean said was like fog, obscuring his memories and just giving him glimpses. Benny still slept in the trailer nine times out of ten, and for about half the time, Dean joined him.
It had been three days and Bobby didn't want to say anything, but the way that Benny had described coming upon Dean and saving him didn't sound right. It hit him in the ol' hunter's gut. Something wasn't right. He didn't want to scare off the man though, since Dean would likely follow him than stay with Bobby himself. Bobby was keeping an eye on the Cajun and he was going to get to the bottom of things. He was going to be heading out to the trailer to show the next two books that he had managed to find about mer to the two, and maybe get some clues about what was tripping the pit in his gut.
Dean was just worried about what was going to happen in the long term. He hoped that Bobby and Benny could find a way to at least halt the memory loss that he had. He wanted to keep hunting if he could. There was also the issue that Dean really hadn't had a chance to stretch his tail, as it were, since they got to South Dakota. He had had to make due with Bobby's bathtub and occasionally sneaking off to the pond in the pasture behind the salvage yard. Benny was also having problems. He couldn't go out and get blood while they were living with Bobby. Benny had some blood packs saved and was using those as well as feeding from Dean. Surprisingly it was Dean's blood that was helping the most. Benny almost seemed reluctant to use the blood bags and almost didn't seem to need them. The both of them were hoping, however, that they could get things figured out before a long term situation had to be worked out.
Their hopes were dashed when Benny and Dean were sitting together, Benny's mouth attached to Dean's neck, slowly biting down and drinking. Dean was already shirtless, since they usually ended up having sex while Benny was feeding, another reason that Dean really didn't mind. There wasn't a knock or anything to warn them, just a sudden intrusion. The door banged open and Dean's eyes startled open while Benny flung his head around to meet the possible threat. It wasn't until Bobby's horrified face looked back that they realized that Benny had gone full vamp on Bobby.
Bobby took it in. Dean without a shirt, he assumed his boyfriend was necking. Until he saw the blood running in a thin stream down his neck. The door slammed into the counter of the trailer, Benny swung his head around. A mouth full of vampire teeth greeted Bobby. The pit in Bobby's stomach turned into a frickin' cave. Dean looked fearfully at Bobby and Benny looked panicked. Bobby said the only thing he could think of.
"What the hell are you doing?!"