Here it is. Hope you all like it. I promise, more plot in the next chapter. I hope everyone likes this chapter.
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Dean lay there silently, looking up at the ceiling while Benny panted into his neck. He blinked slowly and crunched his nose as the cum dried and stuck them together. He felt like he was in a bubble, untouchable and glowing in the moment. Benny pulled away and Dean noted his pupils were no longer blown. Dean smiled goofily, feeling a little detached from reality.
"That was amazing." He muttered, stroking Benny's hair absently.
Benny trailed a finger down Dean's jaw line and stopped at the base of his neck. Dean watched in confusion as the vampire's look turned into one of horror.
"Oh God!" he whispered harshly, pulling away quickly and scrambling to the end of the bed.
"What? What's wrong?" Dean pushed himself up on to an elbow and his hand flew up to where Benny's eyes were trained.
His finger brushed against a sore point where his neck met his shoulder. It was a circular mark about the size of the bottom of a soda can and when Dean pulled his fingers away he saw they were covered in a small about of blood. He suddenly remembered the sharp flash of pain before his second orgasm.
"Did you bite me?" he asked more in shock than anything else. He didn't have any problem with it, it wasn't like a werewolf bite, it wouldn't change him. Another touch told him the bite marks we're normal, they were too pointed. "Did you use your fangs?"
Benny looked down at his knees. "I am so sorry." He said sadly, guilt coloring his voice.
Now that he knew it was there, it had started to throb painfully. Despite that he couldn't deny how much he'd enjoyed it. He enjoyed knowing he'd pushed Benny over the edge and made him loose control.
"Hey come on. No harshing my buzz." Dean smiled, moving forward onto his hands and knees and crawling over to Benny. He sat behind him and wrapped his arms around the vampire's neck, pressing his chest against Benny's back and dropped his chin against his shoulder. "You didn't do anything wrong." He whispered, dropping his arms to stroke at Benny's chest hair.
"I hurt you." Benny protested but reached up and held one of Dean's hands tightly.
"Am I complaining?"
Benny didn't answer and just started sullenly at the wall so Dean tried again. "Hurting me is beating the shit out of me, not giving me a love bite."
"I drew blood." Benny protested, looking up at Dean with a scowl.
"Barely! And look, it's stopped bleeding already." Dean pushed, forcing Benny to look at it. "And I like it, so nothing is wrong. Promise."
Benny didn't answer and Dean thought he was still upset when he twisted and tackled Dean to the bed, pinning him down by his wrists. Dean yelped and grunted at the sudden movement knocked some of the air out of him as Benny plowed into him like a brick wall. He looked up with a cheeky smile which turned into a giggle when Benny began started kissing along his jaw line teasingly, moving up to nibble his ear. Dean found himself hooking a leg over Benny's back, not to encourage anything sexual but simply to be as close to Benny as he could be.
"I've never had a partner like you before. Andrea is the only other human I've been with and she needed things to be gentle. In fact she preferred it if me being a vampire was never mentioned." Benny admitted softly, running his fingertips over the bite marks, pleased to see they had in fact stopped bleeding.
"How did that work? She knew what you were from the beginning."
Benny shrugged. "She knew, she just liked to think fry cook Benny and blood drinking Benny were two separate people. She was never…cruel about it, she just didn't like it."
"Well as I'm sure you've figured out by now, I have absolutely no problem with you being a vampire. In fact I find kinda hot."
Benny smiled and leaned down, kissing him passionately and caused the younger man to buck and moan. Dean kissed back enthusiastically; giddy with the thought that Benny was now officially his lover. Benny had been inside him, he'd given his something he'd never given anyone. He was Benny's now, completely and Benny was his. When they pulled away Benny pulled Dean against his chest. Dean closed his eyes and buried his face against Benny's neck. Strong arms wrapped around his shoulders and Dean found himself exactly where he'd wanted to be for the past week.
"The guy who did this to you?" Benny murmured into the top of Dean's head.
"Dead. A knife to the throat will do that to someone."
"Pity. I have a few choice things I'd like to do to him."
Dean felt a thrill of happiness at Benny's words. His lover threatening bodily harm on someone should not make his heart flutter like it did. Benny nuzzled into Dean's hair and inhaled.
"My hunter." He muttered as he squeezed tighter.
Dean placed tiny butterfly kisses on Benny's neck before settling down. "Go to sleep Dracula." He mumbled with a smirk.
Benny snorted but didn't answer and Dean allowed himself to relax fully. "Goodnight Sugar."
"Goodnight Stud muffin."
There was a beat of silence before he received an answer.
"Please don't ever call me that again."
….
Dean woke up due to his painkillers wearing off and he felt like someone had shoved a hot poker into his side. His eyes burned from tiredness but he knew he wasn't going to go back to sleep. He pushed himself off the bed and groaned when his feet hit the floor. Benny grunted and rolled over, throwing an arm over his eyes but didn't wake; something Dean was thankful for. He saw the dark circles under the vampire's eyes from a combination of lack of sleep and hunger.
He grabbed one of the clean towels off the ground and a pair of pants, he paused before opening the top draw of his bedside table and pulled out a bandage from the first aid kit he kept there. Wrapping the towel around his waist he opened the bedroom door and made his way to the bathroom. As much as he liked it at the time, he didn't imagine cum and sweat were very good for a bullet wound.
He showered quickly, stripping off his dirty bandages and humming his approval at Sam's stitches. Sam had always been the best at stitches, having had a lot of practice on him and their dad. He sighed as the hot water beat down on his skin, washing away all the dirt and grime.
The soothing warmth did a little for his pain but when he stepped out of the shower he still had to grit his teeth when it came to toweling dry and stepping into his sweatpants. He left the bathroom with damp hair sticking to his neck and a new bandage making him feel fresher then he had in ages.
He had every intention of going back to bed and cuddling up with Benny; even if he couldn't sleep he could still watch Benny sleep. However a light coming from the kitchen caught his attention. He knew Sam would probably want to be left alone but the chance Sam might have some more painkillers made him change his course. Padding into the kitchen on bare feet he spotted Sam behind the counter making hot chocolate and smiled at the sight. Sam hadn't appeared to have gone to sleep yet, still in the same clothes as earlier.
"Enough there for two?" Dean called out, just loud enough to get Sam's attention.
Sam's head shot up and for a second Dean thought he'd be told to get lost but instead Sam smiled tightly and nodded, gesturing for Dean to come into the kitchen. He entered and sat in one of the tall stools opposite Sam.
"You look like a hot mess." Sam commented as he leaned down to fish another mug from the cupboard.
"I feel worse than I look. Don't suppose you've got any more of those magic pills by any chance?" Sam nodded and reached into his jeans pocket to pull out a small bottle of pills, putting them down and sliding them across to Dean who picked them up thankfully.
"Is that a bite mark?" Sam asked horrified when he spotted the quickly bruising bites.
Dean sighed and placed his head in his hands and rubbing tiredly. "Can we not? I just went through this with Benny."
He tilted his head in thanks and popped the lid of the pill bottle open before swallowing four. He grimaced when the movement caused his rather sore ass to throb as he twisted in his seat.
"You ok? Why are you flinching?" Sam asked, distracted from his earlier questions. Dean felt himself blush, heat spreading as snippets of memory from a few hours ago flashed before his eyes.
Sam frowned at him while he avoided eye contact and he pulled a face when he realised why Dean was blushing. "I don't want to know the answer to that do I?" he grimaced.
Dean shook his head with a twist of his lips. "I doubt it."
Sam looked around awkwardly, deciding to focus his attention on pouring the hot water in with the powdered chocolate, adding milk and passing ne over to Dean. He hesitated before taking a breath and looking Dean in the eye.
"Just one question and then we'll forget this ever happened." He started and Dean recognized the tone. It was a copy of Dean's own 'big brother' voice."
"Shoot."
"Has he hurt you?"
Dean blinked and reeled back on his seat. "What the fuck kind of question is that?" he hissed, more angry that Sam could think that of Benny.
Sam put his hands up in surrender. "I'm just doing my job as your brother. You've got that massive ass bite mark on your neck and you're clearly having trouble sitting. Just how rough is he?"
"Oh fucking Hell!" he muttered, letting his head smack against the counter with a sigh. "Look the bite was a highly pleasurable accident and I'm wincing because…" he paused and felt his cheeks heat up. "Because it was my first time."
Sam seemed dumbstruck, completely lost for words and now had his own blush to match Dean's. "Seriously? Like never with a guy. Nothing at all?"
"Why does that surprise you?"
"I don't know." Sam shrugged. "I just always assumed you went off with men secretly. Figured a few of those times you disappeared all night you were with a guy."
"Yeah well I wasn't. Before Benny, Simon was the only guy." Dean admitted, clenching his jaw. He didn't like talking about his sex life with Sam.
Sam looked down at the counter and picked up his mug, warming his hands. He seemed to crumble in on himself. "I'm sorry Dean. I never said it before but I'm sorry. I outed you to dad and because of it you've spent your life hiding."
"It's not your fault. You were a kid."
"I knew better. But I was pissed and I threw you under the bus."
Dean took a sip of his chocolate and didn't bother to argue; if Sam needed to apologize to feel better Dean would let him.
"Where does Amelia think you are?" he asked suddenly, the thought just occurring to him.
"Oh she knows where I am." Sam answered quickly.
Dean blinked rapidly for a moment. "She knows? She knows you're in a war bunker that was created by a secret society of supernatural hunters with your dead brother and a vampire?"
"Yep." Sam took a mouthful of chocolate and watched as Dean choked on his own drink.
"You told her? Everything? Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, Ghosts, everything?" Dean demanded, eyes wide in shock as he struggled to grasp what Sam was telling him.
"Yes Dean. The last ten years of our life. Every detail."
"And she didn't try to have you committed?"
"I think she considered it. But I think I've halved convinced her, enough that she wants to meet you and Benny."
"Why risk it?" Dean asked. He couldn't believe what Sam had done. Amelia could just have easily told him to get out. Even to Dean their past was completely unbelievable, and he'd lived it.
Sam seemed to struggle for words and plopped himself down onto a stool opposite Dean and watched his brother over the counter. "I love her. I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I can't do that if I have this whole secret past. Eventually something is going to come, like it did with mum and Jess. And I think her finding out I've been lying to her for years isn't going to make her happy."
Dean looked at his brother happily. All his life, all he'd wanted was for Sam to be happy, to have a normal life.
"Is she the one Sam?"
Sam nodded and swallowed thickly before smiling awkwardly. "I'm going to marry her Dean. I haven't asked yet but I'm going to."
Dean felt his heart seize in his chest and let loose a shaky breath.
Married.
His baby brother would be someone's husband. Sam would have a family outside of Dean and less than a year ago, that knowledge would have torn him a part. But it didn't now. Their lives were separate now and Dean was alright with that.
"I'm happy for ya Sammy."
"I'm happy for you too Dean."
The words shook Dean and a knot in his stomach loosened and disappeared. Benny and Sam were the two most important people in his life and all he wanted was for them to get along.
"Do you know, I think it might actually be happening. A Winchester is getting a happy ending." He said softly.
"Bout damn time." Sam snorted.
They sat in silence, both thinking about the changes of the past week. It was Dean who finally spoke, made brave by the wonderful pills and the rather surreal atmosphere the kitchen had at this time of the morning.
"Do you think about her?"
"Who? Amelia? All the time."
"No. Jess."
Sam bit his lip and started picking at his thumbnail. "Does it make me a horrible person if I say no?"
"No it doesn't."
"It was just so long ago. I know it sounds really douchy to say this but it was another life. I was so naïve, so young and I thought Jess and I would live happily ever after. And you know what? If she were still alive and she bumped into me tomorrow on the street, I don't think she'd recognize me. I was twenty-two and I thought I knew everything when really I knew jack shit." Sam explained thoughtfully.
"I know what you mean. God sometimes I think back and I'm stunned by how ignorant we were. We were just kids, stupid kids that thought we knew how the world worked." Dean agreed, thinking back to collage aged Sam.
Back when there had been such things as angels and demons were a once in a lifetime thing to run in to. Back when he God didn't exist and the Devil was just a story. And then everything had changed and more than once Dean had felt like he was playing a game no one had bothered to explain the rules to him. He rubbed his eye. Now that the painkillers had begun to kick in, he was getting tired once more.
"I'm going to go to bed. I have a vampire that needs cuddling." He laughed at the looks on Sam's face.
"Thank you for that image Dean." Sam muttered, scrunching his nose.
"Don't mention it." he slid off the stool and headed over to the door before pausing and spinning around. "Do you want anything specific for breakfast? Benny is an amazing cook." He asked, leaning against the doorframe.
"Anything is good for me."
"You'll like Benny's cooking. He has this vendetta against junk food. Makes me eat healthy."
"Well I'm glad someone finally is, even if you never listened to me."
"Goodnight Sammy."
"Night Dean."
He spun on his heels and made his way back to his room. He was careful not to make any noise as he opened the door and slid inside. He was happy to see Benny was still asleep. Sighing softly he slipped under the covers and shuffled as close to Benny as he could. Benny grunted and rolled over, slinging his arm across Dean and pulling him close without waking up. Dean buried his face into the broad, hairy chest and sighed happily. He still didn't understand how Benny's embrace could make him so warm.
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When he woke the second time he was face down with his head buried into his pillow. A heavy weight was sitting on his ass with a pair of strong hands kneading the muscles in his back in a way that made him groan in pleasure. Thumbs worked circles across his shoulder blades and dug into the base of his neck. Soft lips pressed lightly down his spine and licking back up in one long stripe. Dean hummed and stretched his arms out, arching his hips up as best he could with Benny straddling him.
"You smell good Sugar." Benny whispered into his ear, hot breath making him shiver.
"I used the shampoo you like."
"I know." Benny licked his neck and traced the indents from his fangs. "Do you know why I like it? Because it doesn't really smell of anything so I just get one hundred percent Dean."
Dean simply hummed in response and stretched out more, moaning when something popped pleasantly. The soothing hand traveled lower, slipping under his sweatpants and cupping Dean's ass. Each hand squeezed and massaged a globe and Dean was caught between hissing in pain from his still tender ass or grunting pleasure. What came out of his mouth was a strangled mixture of the two.
Deciding he wanted to be more involved, Dean bucked his hips and rolled over so he was facing Benny. He quickly kissed the tip of his nose before flipping them over and pinning Benny to the mattress with a smirk. They kissed deeply, Dean licking the inside of Benny's mouth and moaning into the messy kiss.
Dean pulled away and bit Benny playfully on the chin before moving his way down, making sure to kiss and bite every available piece of skin. When he reached the patch of hair above Benny's cock his rested his chin on the vampire's stomach and looked up.
"You know what really surprised me?" he asked, scratching a nail across one of the vampire's nipple.
Benny shook his head and swallowed thickly as Dean continued to scratch over his nipples teasingly.
"I never thought I'd enjoy giving blow jobs. Always assumed it would just be something I'd suffer through every ounce in a while so I could get one in return." He told him absently as he shifted further down the bed and took Benny's still soft cock in his hand gently.
He pumped slowly and marveled at the velvet feel; technically the same and yet so different to his own. He watched entranced as the foreskin pulled down on each downward stroke only to be pushed back up.
"But you know what?" he asked again, looking up at Benny from under lowered lashes.
"What?" Benny gasped, hips jerking without his permission.
"I really, really enjoy it. I love the weight of it in my mouth." He muttered, kissing the tip gently and the cock started to thicken and swell under his touch. "I love the taste and your fingers pulling my hair as you pump down my throat, filling my mouth." He continued, his own cock twitching to attention.
Benny groaned and watched Dean with dark eyes, his cock growing to its full size under Dean's ministrations. "Such a filthy mouth Sugar." he chastised, hand gripping a large chunk of Dean's hair.
"I thought that was one of the things you liked about me? My filthy mouth and all the things I can do with it." Dean waggled his eyebrows, smiling cheekily. "Although maybe you need a reminder?"
He licked the small bead of pre-cum off the tip delicately, using his tongue to probe into the slit teasingly. Benny swore and pulled Dean's hair roughly, seeing stars. Dean smirked and opened his mouth and popped the head in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head before pushing up on that little bundle of nerves under the crown. Benny swore again and Dean took that as his cue to take a breath, relax his throat and swallow Benny whole until the head pushed against the back of his throat.
"Shit!" Benny yelled, his hips twitching with the effort to remain still.
Dean continued to lick and suck, humming as the taste of pre-cum flooded his mouth. Needing more he straddled Benny's thigh and starting humping like a horny puppy, his cock rubbing perfectly against the muscled thigh through his sweatpants.
Soon Benny was gasping and bucking into the warm, wet heat of Dean's mouth rapidly while Dean humped his leg, each coming closer and closer to the edge. Benny came first, blowing in his mouth with a roar, hand holding Dean's head down so he couldn't pull back. Dean came while withering against the leg as he exploded in his pants.
He lay there panting against Benny's hip, eyes watering from the lack of oxygen but enjoying the high. Benny was stroking his hair and staring up at the ceiling.
"Have I mentioned that you are the more amazing person I've ever met and the best boyfriend ever?" Benny's voice was husky and rough and it made Dean shiver as the cool air hit his sweat soaked skin.
"I could always do to hear it again." He mumbled, throwing his arm across Benny's hips.
"I love you Sugar. You and your amazing mouth."
"Awwww I love you too and your massive, juicy cock."
Benny laughed and started to say something when the bedroom door swung open, crashing into the wall from the force. They froze for a second as they both blinked at the unexpected intruder before Dean's brain caught up to what was happening and he swore while quickly pulling the blanket up to cover them.
"What the ever loving fuck Garth?" he screamed, gathering his wits.
Garth stood stupidly in the doorway, blinking down at them. He seemed frozen to the spot and when he spoke his voice was higher pitched than usual.
"Dean? Holy crap! Crowley was telling the truth. Is he really a vampire? A real vampire? And a male one at that!"
"I am so not having this discussion with you!" Dean hissed at him angrily, as embarrassment made him blush. He waited for a moment and growled when it became clear Garth wasn't leaving. "Why are you still here? Get the fuck out!" he yelled and pointed to the door.
"Come on Dean. We're family here." Garth said with a smile that made Dean grit his teeth. He made to sit on the bottom corner of the bed but a look from Benny made him pause.
"You sit on this bed, boy and I promise you, the consequences will be unpleasant." He warned in a tone that made Dean's stomach flip. "Get out."
Garth nodded jerkily and backed out the room, sending fearful little glances at Benny on the way out. When the door clicked shut Dean let out a breath. His face was heated and he was embarrassed, horror swirling inside him.
"What is he even doing here?" he hissed angrily as he tried the hide his embarrassment.
"I don't know."
Dean shook his head and pushed himself up, climbing over Benny and off the bed. Benny made a grab for him but Dean evaded him and kicked his pants off.
"Sugar, don't let it upset you." Benny told him, climbing out of bed to join Dean in getting dressed.
The vampire pulled on his trousers and one of his many long sleeve white shirts with suspenders Dean decided on a pair of jeans and a ratty band shirt.
"I'm not upset because Garth busted in on us. I'm pissed because I liked it when it was just you and me and now Sam is here, Garth is here with God only knows who else. The honeymoon is officially over." He said bitterly as he rubbed the back of his neck.
Benny smiled sadly and moved forward to cup Dean's face tenderly. "We will fix this mess and deal with whatever the hell is going on and it will just be you and me again."
"Promise?" Dean asked with an exaggerated pout.
"Promise."
Benny made to move to the door when Dean stopped him with a hand on his chest. "Just a bit of a heads up. Garth is a nice guy and he means well but he is really intense and he has a problem with boundaries. So as hard as it will be and believe me, I know how hard it is, try not to punch him out."
"I'll try to restrain myself." Benny smirked and threw his arm around Dean's shoulder, guiding him from the room. "Now lets go and see what kind of circus that is awaiting us."
When they reached the end of the hallway, Dean found himself being dragged into the dinning room by a surprisingly healthy looking Kevin.
"Bloody moron! Getting yourself shot." He yelled at him while pulling him into a hug.
"Seems like someone has been spending too much time with Crowley, you're sounding awfully British there Kev." Dean mumbled, glaring over the teenager's shoulder to ex-demon in question who was sat at the kitchen counter next the Garth.
"Hello Darling." Crowley answered with a smirk.
"What the Hell is going on?" Dean demanded, pulling away and staring at the scene in front of him.
"I called Garth to pick the car up from your murder house." Sam spoke up.
"That doesn't explain why the rest of the circus is in town."
"Well I needed someone to drive my car back and I couldn't leave Crowley at the cabin, even though he is a really cool guy." Garth explained with a wide smile.
"Oh yeah, Crowley's the bomb." Dean snapped back.
"And this must be Benny." Kevin spoke up, eyeing Benny carefully.
"Oh yes, Garth has been telling us all about it. Never would have taken you for a bottom Dean, although I suppose the vamp's… substantial assets must have made things easier." Crowley smirked, looking pointedly at Benny's crotch.
Dean saw red and moved towards him but a strong hand on the back of his neck stopped him.
"I'm hurt Dean. I thought we had something special." Crowley continued which earned him a middle finger.
"You're still an asshole." Dean muttered to which Crowley shrugged.
"Who want's breakfast?" Benny asked suddenly, knowing that another word from Crowley and nothing would stop Dean from breaking Crowley's nose.
"Ohh what are we having my man?" Garth asked excitedly.
"How about waffles?"
"I thought waffles were no no food?" Dean teased, relaxing back into Benny's touch. It wasn't easy in front of people but he wasn't going to move backwards just because of some surprise visitors.
"Consider it a reward for coming back alive." Benny told him.
"Cool! I should get shot more often." The words earned him a light slap to the back of his head.
"Not even close to being funny." Benny warned him.
While Benny headed off into the kitchen to make waffles Dean sat down at the table and glanced at all the eyes on him. None of them said a word and sat down around the table, staring at him expectantly and Dean knew what they all wanted to talk about. Sam was the only one not staring pointedly, having most the answers he wanted already but Garth was practically crawling across the table in his eagerness while Kevin's gaze flickered between Dean and the kitchen while Crowley smirked knowingly. Dean lasted under the intense scrutiny until the sizzle of the cooking waffle mix wafted in from the kitchen until he broke.
"Right, come on then. Ask your questions." Dean sighed as he rolled his eyes and rolled his eyes as he slid down in his seat. "Not you." He hissed between clenched teeth when Crowley opened his mouth.
Crowley clicked his tongue and looked ready to ignore the warning when Kevin elbowed him and shot the ex-demon a glare. Crowley grunted but closed his mouth and settled into his seat. Dean raised an eyebrow but stayed silent although he made a mental note to examine the interaction later.
Garth took the opportunity to lean forward and looking at Dean with wide eyes. "Isn't it weird?" he whispered, making Dean frown. "I mean…" he looked around nervously before dropping his tone even lower. "He's a vampire."
Dean frowned and leaned forward, mimicking Garth's tone. "I'm aware of that." He whispered in return.
"He's a dude." Kevin spoke up, not bothering to beat around the bush. "Like an honest to God man with a beard and muscles and hands the size of dustbin lids."
Sam winced at the words and flicked his gaze between Kevin; who was looking at Dean in confusion and Dean; who seemed to be rapidly regretting his decision to opening the opportunity to ask questions.
"Do you let him drink you blood? Is it painful? I bet it's painful." Garth broke in as curiosity got the best of him.
Dean opened his mouth to answer when Kevin spoke over him, cutting off his response.
"Are you bi or gay? Or do you just have a weird vampire fetish? Not that there's anything wrong with that!"
"What? I…" Dean blinked at the questions.
"Don't you worry about waking up missing like a litre of blood?"
"I…"
"I bet he's hung like a fucking horse."
"Crowley!"
"What? You know what they about men with big hands."
"Crowley."
Dean watched as Kevin and Crowley bickered back and forth, both having completely forgotten about him.
"Hey!" Sam yelled at Crowley when the ex-demon looked at Sam's hands pointedly after another round of innuendo.
Dean found his head zipping back and forth as he followed what had become a three-way argument between Kevin, Crowley and Sam. He could only imagine the look on Benny's face as he listened from the kitchen. He felt like a parent who'd lost control of his children and sighed, both annoyed at the petty bickering yet happy that the attention had been taken off him. It was Garth who broke up the argument in a way only he could, completely unaware that he'd just shook the room.
"What?" Dean asked, only half listening and sure he'd misheard.
"Are you going to become a vampire?" he repeated, the words echoing through the large room.
Dean blinked stupidly, completely unprepared to answer the question. Mostly because he had no idea what the answer was. "I don't…I can't" he cursed himself as the words caught in his throat and he just sat there dumbly.
"Say no Dean." Sam said, leaning forward and looking at him intensely. "The answer is no. Why aren't you saying no?" panic was making his voice high and Dean looked at him sadly.
The others looked on awkwardly; even Crowley was keeping his mouth shut.
"Dean." Sam whispered pleadingly.
Benny came into the room before Dean was forced to choke out more of an answer and he hoped he could convey his thankfulness to Benny with his eyes. Even better was the massive stack of waffles Benny placed in the middle of the table, which gave Dean an excuse to avoid Sam's searching look. Benny placed a plate in front of each of them followed by knives and forks. Dean reached out and speared a waffle to drag in over to his plate before looking up at Benny with a small pout.
"Can I have some topping?" he asked softly.
"Seriously?" Benny asked with a blink, looking at him incredulously. "Those things are two ingredients away from being cooked butter." He pointed to the pile of waffles accusingly.
Dean widened his eyes and parted his lips slightly, looking up at the vampire silently begging. Benny sighed and rubbed his eyes.
"Maple syrup or honey?"
"Both?" Dean asked brightly, cocking his head.
Benny frowned and looked ready to argue but he just grunted and rolled his eyes. "Why do I even bother asking?" he muttered as he walked back to the kitchen.
Dean grinned in triumph and smiled in thanks when Benny returned with his toppings. The vampire sat next to him and watched in morbid fascination as Dean attacked the waffle. The others watched the interaction between the two in fascination; none of them missing the fact Benny had placed a possessive hand on Dean's thigh. There was silence as they all ate, except for Benny who just watched Dean closely and squeezing his thigh periodically.
Once more it was Garth who broke the silence, timing had never been his strong suit. "Come on then Dean. Want to tell me why I got a phone call from Sam to pick up a car from a house crawling with cops?"
Dean's stomach lurched at the knowledge that what he'd done had been found. He swallowed around the lump in his throat and winced at his wound flared in pain at the reminder of what had happened. Everyone was looking at him in interest; even Benny was glancing at him. So he took a deep breath, now was a good a time as any.
….
He told them everything. Everything about Malcolm, Clay and Damian. When he got to the truth behind Jeremy he noticed Benny frown and tense but didn't interrupt but Dean noticed the same reaction when he mention James and the vampire in the basement. His gaze dropped to his plate when he got to the end, not proud about what he'd done to the other hunters, it was never easy killing humans. It always left a bad taste in his mouth. He could see Benny's jaw clench tightly at the mention of him being attacked and he was glad he'd never been on the receiving end of Benny's anger.
When he'd finished he sat silently and waited for someone to speak.
"Do you know what he wanted?" Kevin asked with a frown.
Dean shook his head and shrugged. "No. But I really don't like the certainty in Jeremy's voice that I'd give it to him."
He looked over at Benny and was surprised to see what little colour the vampire had drain from his face.
"Are you alright?" he asked worried, he would swear the look in the vampire's eyes was fear.
"You have no idea how lucky you are." Benny whispered as he shook his head.
"I like to think I didn't survive out of luck. The only reason Damian got me was because he was standing four feet away."
"Not them Dean. Jeremy. You have idea who he is."
"Some lackey of the Alpha's."
"Not even close."
Dean frowned and glanced at Sam, who was wearing the same confused expression. "Who is he Benny?" he asked softly, knowing that whatever could make Benny act like this couldn't be good.
Benny sighed and rubbed the back of his neck before turning his attention to the table. "All of you know the Alpha is the father of my kind." He waited until they all nodded before continuing. "Back in the beginning, before Hell, before Lucifer corrupted the first human and was thrown out of Heaven; there was the Alpha and he created the first vampire; Jeremy. He is the prefect predator and the last of those first few pure vampires. He's not cruel or sadistic. He doesn't feel anger or hate or love. Nothing. And that makes him so much worse."
"So what's his job? What does he do?" Garth asked.
"He's the enforcer. He takes care of any vampire that breaks the Law." Benny explained.
"The law? Vampires have laws?" Sam asked with a frown.
"Only one." Benny shook his head. "Each nest has it's own set of rules like any family but there is one golden rule all vampires have to follow; keep the secret."
"The secret?"
"Of our existence. Monsters have co-existed with humans since the beginning and I think we can all agree it's better for everyone if they remain ignorant. James was one of many vampires whose job it was to travel between nests and report any vampires that might risk our exposure."
"And if they find anything, Jeremy gets called in to clean up the mess." Dean guessed which earned him a nod from Benny.
"It's more than that though. He wipes out the nest, killing any vampire in a fifty mile radius just for good measure."
"Why didn't you mention this when I first told you about Jeremy?" Dean demanded with wide eyes, heart racing at the knowledge at how close he'd come.
Benny glared at him and pulled a face. "Jeremy's not exactly a unique name! Excuse me for not realizing the vampire equivalent to the Boogie Man was on a hunt with you!"
"You're scared of him." Crowley said with a smirk and Benny snarled in return.
"He fucking terrifies me. And if you knew the things I do, he'd terrify you too."
They fell silent and Dean rubbed Benny's knee in a silent apology for snapping at him. His mind was swimming, he'd known Jeremy was dangerous back at the house but Benny's words made him shiver. He had a feeling the Alpha was no longer their biggest threat and his stomach sank.
"So what do we do now?" Garth asked eventually.
"We do what we've always done." Sam muttered, looking at Dean.
Dean nodded sharply and squeezed Benny's kneecap. "We fight."
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The bravery with which Dean had announced his intention to fight to the bitter end faded as day by day went by with no new facts and without even a general idea of a plan. As each day went by Dean found his patience wane more and more until he was one wrong word away from exploding for no reason on whoever was unfortunate enough to be in range and so; two weeks later Dean found himself stretching out on the worn leather backseat of a bright orange Mustang with an arm thrown over his eyes.
The garage had become his safe haven the past few days. He would spend hours simply basking in the silence while feeling vaguely guilty for leaving Benny to fend for himself. Thankfully the vampire respected his need for alone time and never interrupted. He was determined to enjoy his solitude while it lasted as he knew the others were getting suspicious as the where he disappeared to for hours at a time and it was only a matter of time before his hiding place was discovered.
Thankfully so far everyone else had been too busy to really pay attention to him. Sam spent the majority of his time on the phone to Amelia while flipping through dusty old books, Garth drifted from room to room on his phone while doing a rather impressive job of taking over Bobby's duties. While Kevin and Crowley were never found far from each other and seemed to be on a different wavelength to everybody else, sharing private jokes that served to make Dean highly uncomfortable.
More than once over the past two weeks he'd walked into a room only to see Kevin and Crowley shift away from each other when they became aware of Dean's presence. The entire thing served to give Dean a headache; it'd be easier if he caught them doing something inappropriate at least then he couldn't be accused of overreaction when he eventually elbowed Crowley in the face.
A shadow fell over his face and he frowned, thinking one of the bunkers inhabitants had tracked him down however when he opened his eyes and arched his neck back to look up he was pleasantly surprised at the new arrival.
"Hello Benny." he mumbled, looking at the upside down vampire through the open car window.
Benny smiled down at him and leaned against the window frame with crossed arms. "Enjoying yourself Darlin?"
"Very much so my fanged creampuff." Dean smirked back.
"And what are you doing exactly?" the vampire's face twisted into a grimace at the nickname.
"I'm hiding."
"That's not fair. Why do I have to deal with those people if you don't?" Benny pouted good-naturedly.
"You're taking one for the team." Dean laughed, smiling up at him.
Benny chuckled and moved away from the window. Dean's eyes followed his route around the front of the car and cocked his head in question when Benny opened the car door, causing his feet to drop their resting place. The vampire placed his hands on the edge of the car seat and began to climb in.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked, eyes widening when he realised what Benny's plan was. "Stop!" he laughed when Benny climbed further in.
"What was that Sugar?"
Dean laughed and used a hand on the top of Benny's head to try and push the vampire back out of the car. "There is so not enough room for both of us!" he huffed out a breath and threw his head back when he got a knee to the shin as Benny crawled over him.
"What's that? You'll have to speak up." Benny yelled over him, grabbing Dean's shoulders as he nearly fell down the gap between the back and front seat.
"Asshole!" Dean choked out when the breath was pushed out his lungs as they struggled, legs tangling together.
An elbowed jammed into his crotch and he squealed but couldn't help but giggle at the ridiculousness of the situation. Benny grunted above him when his head hit the roof and he collapsed on top of Dean causing the other man to wheeze. The vampire wiggled around until his arms were crossed loosely across Dean's chest with his chin resting on his arms.
"What are you doing?" Dean demanded when he was sure Benny had settled and he wouldn't get another unexpected limb jammed into some soft body part.
"I'm hiding." Benny whispered loudly.
"I've lost feeling in my legs." Dean pointed out.
"Take one for the team." The vampire shot back with a smirk.
Dean raised an eyebrow and did his best to smile seductively. "Oh is that right?" he leaned up and kissed the tip of Benny's nose, flicking his ear cheekily.
When he pulled away Benny captured his lips passionately and Dean licked the inside of his mouth teasingly. When he pulled back he settled back down against the leather and looked up at the vampire with sleepy, content eyes. He took in Benny's face and noted the darkening bags under his eyes sadly. The blood bags he'd stolen had been used over a week ago and he could see the hunger in Benny's eyes. He knew the vampire needed to feed but there was only one hospital in town and there was only so much blood Dean could steal without arousing suspicion.
"I don't know how much more I can take Benny." he admitted finally, feeling a weight lifting from his shoulders. "I love Sam and in a weird way even Kevin and Garth are like family but they're driving me up the fucking wall!"
"They mean well."
"I know that. Why do you think I'm hiding down here so I don't take my frustration out of them?"
Benny sighed and stroked a finger over the exposed piece of skin on Dean's collarbone where his mark was. They'd made a habit of renewing the bite mark whenever it began to fade.
"And just while we're on this subject, am I the only one who thinks there is something weird as shit going on between Kevin and Crowley?"
"I'd been meaning to ask about that actually. What's the story behind them two?"
"Crowley kidnapped Kevin, tortured him, cut of his finger and then killed his mum and girlfriend." Dean told him; happy he wasn't the only one who'd noticed something was off.
Benny blinked up at him slowly, shock clear in his face and shook his head with a snort. "Yeah, definitely something weird going on."
Dean narrowed his eyes and stared down at Benny suspiciously. "What have you seen?" Benny was holding something back; he could see it in his eyes.
The vampire shifted and avoided making eye contact until Dean guided his face with a firm hand of his bristly cheek.
"Kevin is seventeen and my responsibility. Tell me what you know."
Benny still looked uncomfortable but he answered. "A few nights ago I woke up and Crowley wasn't in his room."
"Where was he?" he could already guess he wouldn't like the answer.
"I don't know. Not for sure anyway but there were two separate heartbeats coming from Kevin's room."
Dean blinked down at him rapidly, a hysterical laugh escaping him when the words sunk in. "Crowley was in Kevin's bedroom in the middle of the night?" he asked, hoping he'd misunderstood.
"I think so." Benny answered with a grimace.
"What were they doing?" Dean really was trying his hardest to remain calm.
"I don't know Sugar." the vampire replied with a shrug. "But they weren't making any noise if that makes you feel any better?"
Dean shook his head. "It really, really doesn't. Not even a little." He gritted out.
"Don't jump to conclusions Darlin." Benny warned, brushing some stray hair away from Dean's face. "If you jump down the kid's throat and start accusing him, he wouldn't tell you jack shit. He's a smart kid Dean."
"Too smart for his own good. Just like Sam at his age." He muttered but didn't push it any further.
They lay in silence, simply enjoying each other's presence while Dean ignored the cramp in his leg. He and Benny had barely had any time together outside of the bedroom since the arrival of their new housemates due to the fact whenever they showed affection it attracted blatant staring.
"I actually came down here with some news." Benny announced eventually, not wanting to break the silence any more than Dean did.
"Oh God. Come on then, what new and exciting shit do we have to deal with?"
"My ex lover, the one I said I'd get in touch with?"
"I remember." Dean grunted, hackles rising unwillingly.
"Well he finally got back to me." Benny told him as he looked up at Dean languidly.
"He took his time." The other man snorted with a frown.
"I'm actually surprised he got back to me at all. We didn't exactly part as friends. But he's got some information on the Alpha."
"What did he have to say?"
"Bastard wouldn't tell me over the phone. Insisted we meet in person." The vampire grunted, showing his displeasure.
"You're ex boyfriend wants to have a little one on one get together? That's just perfect." Dean growled, the thought making his jaw clench.
Benny sensed what Dean wasn't saying and pressed gentle, soothing kisses along the sharp jawline. "I don't have to go." He whispered soothingly and smiled softly.
"Yes you do. It's been two weeks and we have nothing. If this vampire can help us in any way, we don't have much of choice. Even if the idea does make my skin crawl."
"You're taking this awfully well." Benny said suspiciously as though expecting it to be a trap.
Dean shrugged and pulled a face. "I'm no one to judge on past relationships, I've had more lovers than I'd like to admit. The past is the past."
Benny grinned widely and leaned up to kiss Dean's forehead, only to freeze at Dean's next words.
"And of course I'm coming with you."
"What was that?" Benny choked out, face slack.
"I'm coming with you." Dean repeated brightly, voice leaving no room for argument.
"I don't think that's a good idea." The vampire said slowly, as delicately as he could. The chaos that would ensue if Dean ever met Antonio swam before his eyes in violent flashes. No matter what Dean said, the hunter wouldn't be able to contain himself; Antonio was everything Dean hated. He was cruel, sadistic murderer that had a liking for teenagers.
Dean cocked his head and blinked innocently, never stopping smiling in a forced way that made Benny unsteady. "I wasn't asking."
Benny nodded although they both knew is approval was not required. "Alright then. We'll leave tomorrow."
He knew better than to argue with Dean when the man was like this. Besides he knew if Dean didn't get away from everyone soon, hiding in the garage wouldn't be enough and they'd all suffer his wrath.
"And hopefully we can pass through a town big enough to have a hospital or a blood bank and get you some food." Dean added as an after thought.
Benny hummed happily and leaned down, sniffing at Dean's neck and causing Dean the giggle. "Mmm food would be good." He muttered, licking Dean's neck.
Dean sighed in pleasure as Benny nuzzled into his neck, gentle teeth nibbling his ear lobe. He shivered and was beginning to get in the mood for something more when a sharp knocking on the roof of the car caused him to flinch and Benny to smack his head against the roof with a curse.
"Such sweat lovebirds." The words dripped with artificial sugar.
Dean glared up at Crowley, teeth bared in a growl. "What do you want?"
Crowley shrugged with a smirk, eyeing them both. "I thought you might like to know Garth tried to make a smoothie but didn't put the lid on properly so now your kitchen is covered in a thick layer of banana and ice-cream, while Sam and Kevin have gotten into a rather heated argument on which brand makes the better laptop. When I left Kevin had just picked a pen in a worryingly violent manner."
Dean groaned and rolled his eyes and buried his face in Benny's hair. "You have to get me out of this fucking place."
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Well there's chapter ten, Hope everyone enjoyed it. Thank you for everyone who reviewed and it means so much to me that people like this.
Until the next chapter xxx