When we got back to the motel, Sam let us into Dean's room and explained that he's talked me into giving Benny a chance to explain and tell us about himself.
"Thank you Sam," Benny thanked him and looked at me. "I could tell you all the personal details across a dinner table, if you'd let me."
I scowled at Sam in a way that said 'I warned you'.
"Okay," Benny said and sat at the table, leaning on both elbows. "Where do I start?"
"Just tell them what you told me," Dean tried to make him feel less pressured.
Benny took a deep breath, that he really didn't need, and started.
"Boarded, burned and buried at sea. My nest-that's how we fed-how we always fed."
I went cold and my skin broke out in goosebumps at the word 'fed'.
"We kept a little fleet, maybe half a dozen boats. Nothing ostentatious, just pleasure craft. I must have circled the America's ten times during my tour. A few of us would act as stringers and patrol harbours, looking for the right size target-fat, rich yachts going to far off ports. Take down the boats name and destination, radio it to the crew in the water. Then we just, uh . . .let the ocean swallow up our sins."
I rubbed the back of my neck and cringed. I was right, he was a monster.
"My maker liked to live in style, used to rent legitimately, always remote, always coastal."
"Explains the island," Sam guessed.
"When you get turned, it's like you're reborn into a vampire nest. Your maker-he means everything to you. I mean, you really start believing he's god. He kept the family together but kept us apart from the rest of the world; always at sea."
"Made it easier to kill human that way, did it?" I sneered.
"Matter of fact, it did," Benny replied, looking at me with sad eyes and continued. "I always did what was best for the nest . . .till I met her."
I looked at him and Benny's eyes were staring into space, a lost look in them.
"Andrea. Andrea Kormos. Greek heiress, gorgeous. She was sailing a 42-foot sloop to the Canary Islands. Now, I should have called her boats destination in to my crew but, instead, I joined her on it."
"She knew what you were?" Sam asked in shock, wrapped up in what was being told.
God, he was such a girl.
"Indeed she did," Benny answered.
"Well, if she died, it was your fault than, wasn't it? She was obviously going to die anyway," I said, coldly, and shrugged.
"Sherrie," Dean warned and signalled Benny to continue.
"Eventually we settled in Louisiana. And then one night, we were on our way home, and the old man-he was just there. Quentin, Sorento, my oldest nestmates. It was only that night that I understood what a crime it was to him-me leaving him. They pinned me down and they beheaded me. The last thing I saw was the old man ripping out Andrea's throat."
"That's awful," Sam said, only too away of how it felt to lose someone you loved in a bad way.
Now, part of me understood why Benny said he didn't kill people; I didn't believe him just yet. Watching a vampire kill someone you love, or just knowing they had, had to be hard, but I just found it impossible to feel sorry for him. After all, it was his fault because if he hadn't been with her . . .
"And-" Sam brought me out of my thoughts.
"And so I had to wait. Finally, Dean showed up in purgatory, we watched each others back and we helped each other out. Literally," Benny laughed. "And last night I tracked down my old nest, my maker, Andrea. My maker turned her, figured he'd keep himself a reminder of me."
"Oh man, I'm sorry," Sam spoke.
I stared at Sam, not believing he was being such a pansy.
"What happened?" He asked.
"Killed the nest. Thought I'd give 'em a taste of where they'd sent me," Benny answered. "Dean took care of-"
"Dean killed your vampire bride," I smirked at Dean and he just gave me 'the stare'.
"She weren't the angel she was when I first found her, wanted me to stay and go back to my old life."
"Why didn't you?" I asked, my voice trace of emotion.
"Because I drink blood, not people."
I took a deep breath and stood up.
"Well bloo-Benny, thanks for saving Dean's ass, I don't believe the not drinking people thing but I'll buy it for now, and I would say sorry about your vampire bride but I'm not. If you hadn't joined her, yeah, she might be dead, but dead's better than being a monster."
When I seen Dean open his mouth to say something, I held up my hand and carried on.
"I understand though and fine, I'll tolerate you being here but only because of what you did for Dean and cos he wants you here." Still stood about eight feet away, I bent to his level and looked him in the eye. "But if those fangs come out, my knife comes out and you go back to purgatory. Boys, I'm going to find us . . .four I suppose, a hunt."
"Sorry about her, but at least the situation is better than it was," Sam apologised for me once I'd left.
"I think I'd be the same," Benny said and glanced at the door.
"By the way Sammy, Benny believes in love at first sight, he's something of a big girl like you," Dean said.
"Bite me, Dean," Sam retaliated.
"No thanks, but I can get Benny to."
"Why would I want to know what he believes in anyway?"
"Cos his love just walked out of the door."
Sam looked to the door and then to Benny and anger flared in his eyes.
"You got nothing to worry about, brother. Sherrie was right, things wouldn't have gone so badly if I hadn't fell in love last time but I did and I acted on it and look what happened to her. I'm not making that mistake again and getting the girl I love hurt."
"Love? Oh jesus," Sam muttered under his breath.
"Ignore Sam, he understands. He should after being in love with a demon and a werewolf."
"Really?" Benny laughed.
"That don't mean I think it's okay but I don't make her decisions and I don't try to influence them," Sam explained to Benny, scowling at Dean.
"You know, I think I'm going to thank her for understanding and making things a bit easier," Benny headed to the door.
"She won't let you in," Sam turned round.
"I wouldn't go in if she did."
When the motel door had closed, Dean asked Sam what he thought.
"Come on, you're the soppy one."
"Seems innocent enough but I think Sherrie's not going to fold. She's not going to like him, want him or fall for him," he answered.
"Says it won't stop him wanting her," Dean shrugged.
"Seems like a good enough guy."
"But you're keeping your guard up?"
"Wouldn't you if it was the other way around?" Sam asked.
Dean had to admit his brother had a point.
Outside, Benny didn't know which way my room was so he followed his vampire senses to my door and knocked.
When I realised who it was, I held my knife behind my back and opened the door.
Benny hadn't seen me get the knife but somehow, he knew I had it.
"You're not gonna be needing that so why don't you put it somewhere safe?"
I said nothing and just stared at him.
"Okay then. I came to say thanks for understanding and letting me stay. Won't stop me liking you though," Benny smiled. "I'll be trying my hardest to earn your trust."
"Pft," I just made a noise and Benny started heading back. "Benny."
He spun around quicker than a human when I called his name.
"You say you don't bite people so how do you . . .feed then?" I asked in a tone that said the question wasn't from curiosity.
"I got contacts in every few states, usually in hospitals and every couple of weeks, they slip me a few donor bags. They like Dean, they prefer to supply me the blood than have me get it on my own. See, I'm really not that bad," he flashed me another smile.
"Hmm," I mumbled, still not trusting him and I closed the door.