A/N: If you'll notice something familiar about this chapter, let's say I had half a mind to make this a crossover with Teen Wolf but didn't and I got too lazy to change the plot. Anyway, hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine.

Summary: Dean, Sam, and Mary find Ben Braeden with his memories intact. AU.

CHAPTER 2

They crossed the state line when Dean and Ben spoke again.

"So, you got a girlfriend?"

"Yeah, her name's Rosie. She's scary smart." Ben chimed.

"Yeah?"

"Totally. She's got a full ride to MIT, too. She has a double major in Chemical Engineering and Physics. She's a genius."

"Sounds like an amazing girl."

"Yeah, she is. A little bossy but she's got a loving heart once you get to know her. She's kind and resourceful and totally hot. Plus, she knows about the supernatural world."

"She knows?"

"Yeah," Ben said, frowning as he reached out and started touching the dials on the Impala's radio and Dean absent-mindedly slapped his hand away. "She's a psychic and her best friend's family are hunters. Her best friend's boyfriend, who's my best friend, by the way, was possessed by a demon a couple of months ago. We managed to exorcise it out of him though."

Dean gave the kid a long look. "Sounds like he had a rough time."

"Yeah, he did." Ben said, eyes growing distant. "Victoria, Rosie's best friend and huntress extraordinaire, had to fight tooth and nail to convince her dad he's worth saving." He suddenly snapped out of his daze and lit up like he just had an idea. "Speaking of, I should probably just ask Mr. Campbell to train me if you're still dead set on not training me, which blows by the way. I don't see the harm in learning how to protect myself."

Dean ignored that and instead focused on something else that Ben said. "Campbell? As in the family of hunters for generations Campbell? Powerful family of supernatural hunters Campbells?"

Ben tilted his head in curiosity. "Yeah, you know about them?"

"Intimately," Dean huffed. "Mom's maiden name was Campbell. I thought they were all killed."

"Oh, they just got back from Europe because they said and I quote, 'America is the battleground of every powerful supernatural to ever exist. And all the other continents are boring.' You're definitely related to them. You should meet them. They're sort of bad ass."

Dean snorted. "They'd think twice about training you when I'm done talking to them."

Ben frowned. "Okay, I'm not introducing you to them before I ask Mr. Campbell."

Dean chuckled. He will hunt this Campbell down and shove a shotgun down his throat if he even so much as considered training Ben. "So, Rosie what? Saw you got connections to the supernatural and immediately invited you into her little supernatural club?"

"Actually, she took one look at me and ran the other way as fast as she could, as far as she could."

Dean laughed. "Why?"

"She said I've been touched by an angel and they are bad mojo."

"Well, she's not wrong."

"But isn't your best friend an angel? Cas was the one who wiped my memories, I remember him. And they're angels."

"Yeah, well, they aren't all harps and haloes. And Cas isn't exactly fluffy wings and all that either. He's more of a—"

"Holy tax accountant?"

"Exactly!"

Ben laughed. They talked for hours after that, catching up with their own lives and laughing. Story after story about childhood mishaps and teenage silliness flowed from them so naturally Dean felt that the years missed between him and the kid didn't even exist. For the first time in a long, long time, Dean felt oddly light and at peace.