Summary: Benny finally makes progress with Dean and to his surprise, it's all thanks to Castiel's advice on what Dean's mind and body reacts to.

Dean jumped and gasped when the thick air of purgatory caught his lungs by surprise. "Shit."

"Are you alright, brother?" Benny asked.

Dean nodded and rubbed at his eyes. That's why he avoided sleep- Castiel haunted his mind. "I'm fine, slept too hard I guess." He lied. Every time he closed his eyes all he pictured was Castiel's face, he worried about him. They had tracked him down a few times but constantly lost him and that got to Dean. "We should get moving, I think Cas is close."

"Yeah, let's go." He didn't question it because obviously Dean wasn't going to change his mind. That's how it always went and he was okay with that.

A few days later they found Cas fighting off a few ghouls. He had to admit, the angel had skills.

Finding him was a frequent occurrence during their travel through the depths of purgatory. They'd find the angel, Dean would fuss over him and inspect him for injuries, and then the angel would flee. Something about this time though made it all different.

Benny watched from a distance, he was resting up against an old tree as the two stared at each other silently. He wouldn't dare intrude on their moment because he knew Dean would kill him on the spot.

It was all funny in a way because the lack of verbal communication didn't seem to stop the two from speaking. Hell, he was sure that he knew what was being said. After a few more intense stares he saw Castiel place a hand on Dean's shoulder then up to his cheek and Benny couldn't believe his eyes. Dean Winchester, the most feared thing in Purgatory was shuddering underneath Castiel's touch. Benny found that kind of tragic because Dean was tough, stolid and was as hard as impenetrable steel yet he fell to little bits and pieces under Castiel's kind touch.

Benny knew better, he wouldn't comment on it and he wouldn't question it. There was history between them and that's all he needed to know. Still, he couldn't help but feel jealous.

When Castiel's lips moved Benny tore himself from his thoughts. He didn't quite catch what the angel said but he did notice Castiel's hand dropping from Dean's cheek to his waist. Finally he saw Dean move, the hunter outstretched his arms and then his fingers fisted into the tattered trench coat. When Dean stepped closer their foreheads pressed together.

"You can't say shit like that to me and expect me to let you leave again. Come on, man."

Castiel was quiet and his gaze not once broke from Dean's. It left Benny on edge, what did Castiel even say?

"I'm sorry, Dean."

The next second Castiel was gone.

Dean grumbled something under his breath and turned to face Benny. He knew what that meant; they were going to find him again.

As usual.

Later that day Dean followed Benny to a possible location. They hadn't spoken with one another since their encounter with Castiel.

"Dean, are you alright?" He was taking a chance with asking but the suspense was killing him. "I mean, earlier he um-"

"Not a word."

And that was his only response.

A few days of hunting down Castiel left them with a trail of dead creatures leading the way. Dean was set on searching no matter what it took. He was convinced that he could reason with Cas but Benny wasn't so sure. The angel made it pretty fucking clear that he didn't want to be found.

"Dean, we need to talk." Benny nearly whispered. Don't get him wrong, he had no problem helping Dean with searching for the angel but if there was no chance of changing his mind then they were just wasting their time.

"About?" He replied while his eyes stayed focused on the empty path ahead of them.

"Your angel."

"No."

"Dean-"

"I said no."

Benny was frustrated because it all was becoming a vicious repetitive cycle and shit, he wasn't okay with watching Dean suffer. Before he could even open his mouth to debate, Dean had his arm across Benny's chest and pinned him against a nearby tree.

"Drop it."

Benny stared at Dean for a good minute before rolling his eyes. "No."

Dean glared and pressed closer.

"You don't handle not having your way very well, do you?" They both went silent and Benny brought his hand up to Dean's wrist and broke free of his hold. "Talk."

"I'm not leaving him."

Benny swiftly flipped their position and pinned Dean. "I'm not asking you to. I'm asking you to talk to me."

Dean glanced off to the side and heavily sighed. He didn't want to talk but he and Benny had built a relationship on trust. They spoke their mind and discussed things. It was Dean's first honest relationship with anyone. "He wants to stay. He thinks he belongs here and fuck he's not thinking straight."

Benny couldn't ignore the look on Dean's face and he wanted to make everything better. He didn't know how successful he'd be but he would damn sure try his best. "Alright, brother, we're gonna get your angel back. You have my word."

Dean leaned his forehead against Benny's and nodded. Surprisingly he believed Benny's words; the reassurance eased his racing thoughts. "...alright."

Benny brought his arms up and wrapped them around Dean and held him close. It wasn't often that he had the pleasure of touching Dean so intimately so he would savor the moment.

A week had passed before they found Castiel again but his time around he was standing knee deep in a mucky pond. It was as if he was in a trance. As usual, Benny kept his distance and let Dean do the approaching and talking. He honestly didn't mind giving them space. They were an interesting duo to watch.

"Cas." The hunter called out before entering the water. The only response he received was Castiel turning his head some.

"Yes, Dean?"

"I need you, okay? I can't leave without you because I need you."

Castiel completely turned around at those words. He'd only heard Dean utter, 'this place isn't for you. I'm getting you outta here' or, 'there's still work for us to do'. Now was different. Dean needed him. That had seemed to become Castiel's only mission and motivation on earth; protect Dean Winchester. He did raise him from Hell after all. "Dean."

"Please."

"Of course."

Things changed after that day Castiel agreed to flee purgatory with them. It was like nothing ever happened. Dean and Castiel fell into sync with each other and honestly it pissed Benny off. There was no point in denying it, the only reason he stuck around was for Dean. He helped find the angel for Dean, and he would help get them both out— for Dean.

Obviously there was a pattern and obviously he was jealous. Who wouldn't be? Benny knew they had history but he had something with Dean too. Was that not enough?

Maybe a few weeks had gone by or possibly a month but either way, Benny was getting more and more irritated. The simplest little thing made him want to rip Castiel's throat out with his teeth.

At first it all seemed innocent, you know, purely platonic and accidental. There would be a brush of fingers here, and a lingering touch there. But no, Castiel knew exactly what he was doing. Benny figured he was thinking too much about it and that his jealously was making him paranoid but that very night proved him right.

Castiel was very aware of Benny's desire for Dean.

They had made camp near a space where a few trees had fallen. It made for good cover since it concealed their fire so not many creatures would see them there. Benny was content with the silence since he was naturally a man of few words but suddenly he had the urge to just loudly spiel everything he knew just to wreck the peace.

Benny watched them and it was solely unintentional until Castiel started touching Dean. The hunter was pressed against the side of Castiel's leg sleeping like a baby. Dean finally fully slept for the first time since they started traveling together and of course it was because they found the angel.

That wasn't his problem though.

What he didn't like was when Castiel deliberately locked eyes with him and ran his fingers through Dean's hair. To add insult to injury, the way Dean pressed into the touch made Benny's stomach flip with envy. Oh but for fuck sakes it got worse because Castiel slowly glided his fingers across freckled cheeks and down to Dean's neck and shit, he wanted to kill Dean's angel.

Benny frowned at the actions and yeah, fuck you Castiel for rubbing in your privileges with Dean. Clearly Castiel was trying to mark his territory or something but that wouldn't work, it only made Benny want Dean more.

Finally Castiel broke his eye contact with Benny and opted for watching Dean sleep. The faint smile on his face was enough to declare war, a gentlemen's war.

"You know, less is more." Benny drawled softly.

Castiel darted his eyes up to the vampire and tilted his head. "This is coming from the man who has not had Dean."

Benny grinned. "Touché angel boy, touché."

Dean groaned something under his breath and shoved Castiel a bit because really? Were they arguing while he was trying to sleep? "God would both of you just shut up, I'm tired. Plus, neither of you are Dr. Sexy." With that said he rolled over onto his side and drifted back to sleep. Castiel frowned and recalled who Dr. Sexy was, he remembered Dean watching it. Benny on the other hand was left in the dark, he had never heard of the guy.

"Dr. Sexy?" Benny asked.

Castiel nodded. "Dean enjoys doctors."

Benny smirked. "Good to know."

The next morning Benny woke up to something violently shaking him. His eyes fluttered open and he instantly was met with bright green eyes and a- a smile? "Brother? What's wrong?" His first initial thought was that his angel had left again but Dean wouldn't smile about that.

Dean smiled wider if possible. "We're ready to get moving. You need to get up, okay?" He had his hands on Benny's shoulders and maybe, just maybe Castiel had been rubbing off on him because personal space had become a thing of the past with Dean as of late. He was practically inches away from Benny's face.

"Yeah, gotcha." Benny answered, shifting uncomfortably as his eyes scanned the area.

Later that evening they finished off a group of vampires who tried to attack Dean. Benny loved the fights because the aftermath was always erotic. He couldn't express enough of his obsession with Dean covered in blood.

Dean had discarded his shirt first and slumped over near the water to wash the blood out from his clothes. Benny kept an appropriate distance from him but his eyes scanned over every aspect of the hunter's body. Those were the highlights.

Benny knew that once they made it out of purgatory they would go their separate ways so he needed to make his move while he still had a chance.

"You will not get his attention that way." Castiel whispered as he walked up behind Benny.

"What?"

"Dean doesn't beat around the bush; he's straight to the point. He likes things simple." Castiel offered before stepping even closer and placing his hand on the small of Benny's back. "Sensual and simple with people he cares about. I'm assuming you aren't what Dean calls, 'one night stands' material because he cares for you."

Benny raised a brow and yeah, he was skeptical because he wasn't sure if this was truthful information. Then again, Castiel didn't seem like the misleading type. He was blunt and honest. "Okay, what else can you tell me?"

"As much as he denies it, he enjoys meaningful things. If your intentions are just sex he won't do it." If it were any random person at the bar, yeah, hit it and quit it with no issues but this was different. When Dean cared for someone he held immense respect for them. Dean held Benny on another level. "Touching, he likes that." Castiel said, his hand moving up Benny's back. "Don't rush; take your time and savior his reactions. He responds well to build up and patience even if he seldom has patience himself." He smiled and dropped his head against Benny's shoulder. "Tell him what you like; if you enjoy his skin, say it. If you love his lips, his eyes, his body, tell him. Make him feel wanted, prove to him that you want him."

Benny just nodded. This was valuable information that he was taking mental notes on.

"Most importantly, be gentle with him- he needs it. Dean is far from submissive but those simple actions will affect him. He is used to taking care of everyone else so when someone takes care of him it's appreciated." Cas' fingers slipped under Benny's shirt and ghosted over cold skin. Dean never experienced things like those so he reacted strongly to them. He thrived from it.

Yeah, Benny wanted to just bend Dean over and fuck him until he was breathless and exhausted but for Dean he could take his time. Hell, he wanted to. The thought of Dean melting into his touch was a turn on. He could only imagine the look on Dean's face. When he registered Castiel's hand on his waist he raised a brow and turned so they were facing one another. This angel of Dean's was just full of surprises. "And you're helping me why?"

"For Dean." He quickly replied. He knew this would be good for Dean but he also did it because maybe Benny was growing on him too. He wouldn't tell him that but it was slightly implied by his actions. "Now go."

Benny winked at Castiel before moving over to Dean by the water. Teaching by example was exactly what he needed and would make sure to repay Castiel for his assistance. "Brother?" He called out softly while approaching the hunter.

Dean lifted his head and glanced over his shoulder. "Hmm?"

Benny dropped to his knees behind him and placed his hands on Dean's shoulders. Soon his fingers gently glided down to his waist. "Dean," he whispered. He kept every piece of advice given to him because obviously it was working. He tightened his grip on Dean's waist and held him close.

Benny was impressed because as soon as he spoke, Dean was relaxed in his arms. His body was limp and he could hear Dean's heart racing in his chest. This honestly was affecting Dean.

Castiel took a seat Indian style by the tree and watched the two. He enjoyed seeing Dean satisfied and Benny wasn't bad to look at either.

Benny placed a few kisses up Dean's neck then one on his cheek before slowly dropping his hand to the hunter's thigh. Just like Castiel explained, be gentle, sensual and no rushing. He ghosted his fingers up Dean's thigh and stopped at his stomach, his thumb tracing light circles in place while his other hand came up to Dean's neck to tilt his head back. The look on his face was even better than he thought it would be.

Dean's eyes were half lidded and lips slightly parted. He was responding better than Benny expected. Oh Benny really owed Castiel for this.

He already had something in mind.