Author's Note: And, this is the other rewritten chapter.

Warning: Graphic descriptions of bestiality/ zoophilia AKA having sexual intercourse with an animal, in this case a canine.

Other: And, a continuing thank you to my beta for this story, vrskaandrea - any remaining errors are solely my own.

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Codependent

'Do you remember the breeding bench?' Gabriel had asked.

Dean sat on the couch, his fingers interlaced together in front of his face, his thumbs lightly pressing against the corners of his eyes. He knew for a fact that Gabriel had NEVER seen that damn thing! Dean on the other hand had seen it and God help him, he wished he hadn't. But, if THAT was really what was on that video…even if Chuck's writing career survived - it would break him in a way that…there would be no coming back from. That damn bench had been a humiliation tactic and it showed just how sick of a bitch Becky really was…and just what she could get Chuck to do when she got her claws in him.

Dean knew there were other instances, Chuck had told him a few and he honestly hadn't asked about the rest, but the one instance he had caught first hand was one that even an ungodly amount of whiskey, vodka, and any other hard liquor he could get his hands on had never seared from his brain. Chuck had been drugged - which apparently wasn't that uncommon with Becky, that had been obvious from the glazed look of his eyes, but the part that if Dean really thought about would give him nightmares was watching Becky's…dog - okay, so Sam was the dog expect NOT Dean, all Dean knew was he'd place money that that damn dog was closer to his own size if not Sam's than it was to Chuck's - fucking Chuck like he was a bitch in heat while he was tied to that damn bench. And, he wasn't sure which had been more sickening, watching Chuck getting knotted - and even drugged, he'd ended up in tears - or Becky getting off to it.

Dean never has figured out why Chuck had went back to her that time, there was very little of that instance that Chuck even remembered - whatever he was drugged with fucked with his memory - but something Dean did remember was that that was the first time that they hadn't been drunk that they'd slept in the same bed. Chuck had been absolutely terrified to sleep alone that night. He'd been sore for DAYS after that and actually still had light scars on his sides and stomach from the dogs claws. The reason Dean hadn't tried to stop the damn dog was because by the time his brain had caught up with what he'd actually been seeing…even with his limited knowledge of dogs anatomy, he knew that trying to separate them after the dogs knot had caught would've caused even worse damage.

Dean honestly wanted to scream out his frustration because while Benny, Gabriel, Sam, Eli, and even Ben - and Cas by Benny's 'suggestion' - wanted to help 'save' Chuck…he knew that that just wasn't an option. The only person who really knew what Becky was capable of was Gabriel and he doubted that Gabriel coming to 'save' him would go over well considering he was part of the reason Chuck had gone back with Becky. Okay, maybe Chuck would be grateful that Gabriel came to his rescue but maybe he was also being selfish and needed answers to questions he couldn't get if Gabriel was there.

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Dean had the key in his Harley's ignition but hadn't turned the key, yet. 'Benny?' He asked curiously.

'You're going after Becky, aren't you, cher?' Benny asked carefully, not moving from his position in front of the motorcycle.

'Yes.' Dean said determinedly.

'Cher, if you really want to go rescue Chuck by yourself…then I'll stay back and support your decision.' Benny said simply, holding back the fact that he'd be following Dean. 'BUT, going to Becky's with that gun in the back of your waistband ISN'T a solution. There doesn't seem to be a person I've met that knows her that wouldn't shoot her without hesitation and I don't want to see you going to jail for her murder.' Benny said calmly.

'And, if you fucking knew her…you'd know better than to set foot in her house unarmed!' Dean snapped.

'I'm a vampire, cher…I'm NEVER unarmed.' Benny pointed out.

'Well, I'm not you!' Dean snapped.

'Cher…' Benny began gently.

'I can't let that crazy bitch - Benny, you don't KNOW Becky…the things she'll do, get him to do, drug him into doing…I can't let him get hurt WORSE than he's probably already been!' Dean said, desperately trying to get Benny to understand.

'Cher, this isn't all on you. This is my fault, too.' Benny explained. 'Let me help.' He pleaded.

Dean stood up off his motorcycle to stand at it's left. 'I was supposed to protect him, Benny!' He stressed. 'How could I have let this happen?' He asked desperately. 'I PROMISED to protect him from her! I SWORE I wouldn't let her hurt him, again! And, I fucked that up! I HAVE to save him, Benny! I can't - I can't - I - I - I can't let him keep getting hurt!' He said panicked.

Benny walked up to Dean and put his right hand on Dean's left cheek. 'I'm not asking you to, cher. I'm just asking you to let me help. Just - I can be backup in case things go south.' He said gently.

Dean put his hands on Benny's hips. 'Alright.' He said with a gentle smile.

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Four more days passed, Dean and Benny - and Eli, when Dean needed sleep that Benny WASN'T giving him an option about - were watching Becky's home…Dean half tempted to send Benny up to Vancouver to 'borrow' a couple FBI uniforms from the Supernatural set would make this stake-out a lot more fun. It was on the fourth day that Becky FINALLY left and it was without Chuck.

Benny stayed back where he was, keeping an eye out for Becky to come back while Dean made his way over to her front door. If there was one thing Dean was going to be taking away from Supernatural if and when the series eventually ended, it would be a certain skill for lock picking.

Dean knelt down in front of the door, opened his kit, and while it took only a couple minutes to get the door open, he was also listening closely for Stairway to Heaven which was the ring tone set up for Benny's number…that would be the signal that Becky's car had been sighted to give him time to make a hasty escape.

When the door popped open, Dean stood up, and quickly walked inside, shutting the door behind him. Benny was supposed to grab the kit. 'Chuck!' Dean called. Dean hadn't been in Becky's home since…well, she'd moved since then…so he didn't know where anything was. No sign of Chuck in the living room, her collection of ceramic and glass miniatures notwithstanding. No sign of Chuck in the kitchen, the room itself was white, black, and shiny silver. He found a linen closet - which apparently needed to be reorganized considering half the towels fell out at him just by him opening the door. The bathrooms light was off so he doubted Chuck was in there. The basement was empty except for the washer, dryer, and water heater. Dean hadn't bothered to check the garage, THAT would have just been stupid!

Finally coming to the bedroom, Dean hesitantly opened the door…unsure of what he was going to see. Chuck laying on his left side on the bed, staring blankly at the wall wasn't what he expected. 'Chuck?' He asked confused.

When Chuck didn't respond, at all…Dean wondered if Becky had drugged him, again. Dean walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it, putting his left hand on Chuck's bare arm, just below his shoulder - actually, his entire upper body was bare and Dean figured his lower body was, as well but there was a blanket covering his lower half - and whispered gently, 'Hey, you okay?'

Chuck still didn't respond and THAT concerned Dean. Dean slid off the bed, onto his knees, laid his right arm on the bed and his head on his forearm. It was something he'd gotten into doing after Chuck had been released from the hospital, putting him directly in Chuck's line of sight as he spoke. 'I'm sorry it took me so long to get to you. If I had just checked at Gabriel's like Sam, Cas, and Benny all suggested…I would've found you SO MUCH faster instead of Gabriel having to come see me before I found out you'd been there and left with Becky.' He said gently.

Chuck put his right hand on Dean's left cheek. 'Dean?' He asked uncertainly.

'I'm here.' Dean whispered.

'Why?' Chuck asked confused.

'Because, I promised to protect you from Becky…I -' Dean began before Chuck rolled over, facing AWAY from Dean. 'I haven't forgotten that promise. You don't deserve to be here.' Dean continued.

'Weak.' Chuck whispered.

'You're not weak, Chuck. You're - look, I'm no shrink…I don't know what makes a person tick. You're stronger than Becky but she knows you won't hit back.' Dean began to explain, he knew that retaliate was actually a better word than hit back, but that was one of the words that Chuck still had problems understanding, so was psychologist which was why he'd also said shrink. 'The things she put you through before we met left their own scars. You've never been able to really deal with those things.' He continued gently. 'But, the last time you went back to her for whatever godforsaken reason you did…you LET her make you into a victim and you're LETTING her do it, again.' He bit out. He knew it was very possible he was making a mistake saying that because while it had helped last time to say something similar…Chuck wasn't in the same mindset, this time.

'Belong here.' Chuck said sadly.

'No!' Dean snapped. 'You DON'T belong here!' He added. 'You belong at home.' He said gently.

'Yours?' Chuck asked hopefully.

Dean narrowed his eyes in thought for a moment, before it dawned on him what Chuck was asking. 'Mine.' Dean confirmed.

Chuck rolled back over. 'Home?' Chuck asked hopefully.

Dean kept a straight face…he was half-tempted when Chuck did this to clock him in the head but the doctor told him that with his rate of recovery that it would fade with time. 'Yes Chuck, home. We're going home.' He said gently.

'Clothes?' Chuck asked curiously as he sat up, pulling the blanket up over his stomach.

'Do you know where Becky put your clothes?' Dean asked curiously as he stood up.

'Clothes?' Chuck repeated, in the same tone of voice.

'Inhale.' Dean thought to himself as he took a deep breath. 'Exhale.' His thought continued as he breathed out through his nose, trying to ebb of his frustration. 'Where did Becky put your clothes?' He asked curiously.

'Clothes?' Chuck repeated, again.

Dean's right eye and the fingers on his right hand began to twitch. 'Choking him isn't going to help anything, Dean! He doesn't understand.' He thought frustratingly to himself. 'When Becky took your clothes, where did she put them?' He asked, in an almost twitchingly calm voice.

'Clothes?' Chuck again repeated.

Dean bit his tongue as he stuck his hands in his pockets, feeling his keys and wallet in his left and his cell phone in his right. He tilted his head to the left before tilting it to the right and then straightening it back up. 'Chuck, listen VERY closely.' Dean said irritated. 'Where did that psychopathic bitch put your clothes?' He added.

'Clothes?' Chuck asked, again.

Closing his eyes, Dean made a low growling sound in the back of his throat. He then reopened his eyes. 'I don't know where your clothes are, Chuck. How can I get your fucking clothes if I don't know where they are?' He asked frustrated.

'Clothes?' Chuck repeated.

Dean's head dropped. 'Chuck, do you know where your clothes are?' Dean asked in an irritatingly calm voice.

'Clothes?' Chuck again repeated, not seemingly to catch on that Dean was reaching his breaking point.

'I don't know where your goddamn clothes are, Chuck! And, you repeatedly asking for them isn't going to magically make me know where they are!' Dean snapped.

Chuck shrunk back on the bed and Dean huffed. 'This is going to take awhile.' He thought irritatingly to himself. 'I'm sorry.' He said gently, the fact his eye had started twitching again…well, there was only so many things he could control at once.

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Benny watched as Becky's car came into view. He called Dean once, twice, three times before Becky pulled into her driveway…and there'd still been no sign of Dean leaving the house with Chuck! He didn't know why or how it could be taking Dean over an hour to get Chuck out of the house…well, he actually did have some ideas, but he wouldn't speak of them, because to put words to his nightmarish thoughts of those two fucking…would mean that he was actually jealous of their friendship, and he had said originally that he didn't think - well, you didn't have to LOVE someone to fuck them…so, that still held true. Out of all the more convenient times and places, why did he have to think that they were fucking each other, NOW? Dean WASN'T stupid and THAT would be stupid!

Benny watched as Becky drove into her garage and stepped out of her car as the garage door began to come down, and STILL no sign of Dean! Making a split second decision and burying his 'fear' for the moment…between one second and the next, he was standing behind Becky. He put his right arm around Becky's neck in a choke hold, lifting her off the ground, and put his left hand over her mouth. He didn't plan to kill her, he just needed her unconscious long enough to get Dean and Chuck out of the house.

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Benny stood in the doorway, Dean sat on the bed with his head in his hands, and Chuck was behind him…the blanket wrapped around him and over his head like a hood. 'Dean?' Chuck asked concerned. Oh, if Benny was still a young vampire like Cas, he was positive that his eyes would've changed and his fangs and claws would've grown.

'I don't know where your goddamn clothes are, Chuck!' Dean snapped as he stood up suddenly, spinning around to yell at Chuck.

Benny glanced around the room, it honestly looked like a twister had hit the room…clothes were strewn everywhere…but nothing that belonged to the smaller man. Figuring that the best chance they had to get out before Becky regained conscious was for HIM to find Chuck's clothes. Benny started walking around in the house, in some off-shoot world he'd be a priest, but since he was pretty sure vamps were destined to be damned to Hell…that was a stupid analogy. He did have an enhanced sense of smell, interestingly enough…once he learnt a scent, he could track it forever as long as it was there to trace. And unfortunately, that meant that he could track Chuck's scent…which included his clothes, even if they'd been washed there would still be a trace of his scent.

It took a few minutes for Benny just to find Chuck's jacket, wallet, and cell phone, but he couldn't scent any of Chuck's actual clothes and it was throwing him…because he should be able to find Chuck's clothes…unless, they weren't there. Was it possible that Becky had gotten rid of Chuck's clothes? But if she did, why'd she keep his wallet? His license, insurance, credit, and library cards were still in it, as was the photos he had…he didn't carry cash so he kept scrap-bits of paper with random shit on them in that part. Why'd she keep his phone? And, what was so damn important about his jacket? Besides that that was where he kept his glasses - inside pocket - for when his contacts were messing with his eyes.

Benny made his way back to the bedroom. 'I couldn't find your clothes…but I did find your jacket, wallet, phone.' Benny said, making BOTH Chuck and Dean jump. Had they not noticed he was there? He bit his tongue to keep from saying something he'd regret, but let up when he began to taste his own blood.

After they got Chuck in the car…the blanket came in quite handy for keeping him…covered. Benny sat in the passengers seat next to Dean, Chuck sitting in the seat behind Dean, but Benny kept his head turned toward the passenger side window…not really seeing as the world just zipped by. He honestly wasn't looking forward to the talk, discussion, argument that he was bound to get into with Dean once they got home. He loved Dean, he didn't want to fight with him…even if that meant keeping his mouth shut while those two slept together.

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Chuck walked out of the garage into the mudroom in the clothes Dean had grabbed him after getting home. 'What do you say we head down to the music studio, work on your therapy some…you've been gone almost a week and a half? Sound good?' Dean asked curiously.

'Yes.' Chuck agreed immediately.

Benny watched as Dean and Chuck headed toward the basement where the little music studio that Dean had had built was. He didn't even attempt to hide his snarl this time, between the past several weeks of being pushed to the back burner, the last week and a half of being almost completely ignored up until he'd volunteered to help find Chuck, and then having to listen to Dean rattle on and on for over twenty minutes about how happy he was that Chuck was okay…he'd finally hit his breaking point. Dean was HIS soulmate dammit!

Dean spun around, wide-eyed, to look at Benny. 'What was that?' He asked curiously but honestly surprised.

Chuck stepped behind Dean, he'd only ever heard Cas snarl like that and only when he was mad.

'Benny, you're jealousy's showing.' Eli said jokingly.

'Oh, go suck a crawdad!' Benny snapped.

Eli shook his head with a smile, deciding to not point out that there were plenty of people who ate crawdads that way, and under normal circumstances Benny would realize that.

Dean looked at Eli who he was starting to think of looking like a slightly younger Benny before returning his attention to Benny. 'Jealous? Why would you be jealous? What do you have to be jealous over?' Dean asked confused.

Ben tilted his head with his arms crossed over his white t-shirt that had embroidered black angel wings on the back. Okay, so since he'd ended up holed up back at Dean's after Cas' stunt he'd binge watched every episode of Supernatural and had developed a slight 'crush' on Cassiel. He had no interest in admitting to that, though…he wasn't ashamed of being gay…he just didn't want anyone knowing that he had a 'crush' on the character that was based on his uncles soulmate. Yeah, no thanks.

In Chuck's defense, when he'd written the character based on Cas, he hadn't known that it was Castiel and not Cassiel because one of the few times he'd heard Cas' full name at that point and not just the diminutive name was when he was just this side of passing out drunk. And, he had spent the better part of four years referring to Cas as Cassiel in the stories until he actually met Cas and Cas had pointed out that his name was Castiel NOT Cassiel. What? Ben had watched the interview Chuck did as part of the bonus features for the Season 6 DVD set.

'I don't know, Dean. Have you considered that obsessing over someone that you CLAIM not to love around your soulmate who you claim to love isn't just a bit contradictory? Maybe Benny is jealous because he thinks you do love Chuck despite what you keep saying?' Ben asked snidely.

Dean looked back at Ben, it was still weird to see him wearing a shirt that was part of the official Supernatural merchandise available only at JiB Con. Why couldn't he just stick to his Black Panther shirts or his new Cats shirts? But no, it just had to be Cassiel! 'Traitor!' He snapped.

Ben laughed darkly. 'Traitor? Uh hello, Dean…I live with Benny not you. I'd be a traitor if I DIDN'T side with him!' He pointed out.

Dean returned his attention to Benny. Okay, he had to fix this or else he'd have both the Benjamin's in the household pissed at him. 'I'm not in love with him, Benny. He's my friend and we are close and I know I'm sticking closer to him then a NORMAL friend would, but he's still recovering and…I - I just need to know he's okay. You weren't there, NOBODY stayed with him throughout all that like I did. I - I can't fuck this up again…he went back to Becky for gods sake! I CAN'T - please, just try to understand, he -' Dean attempted to explain.

'He's not a child!' Benny snapped. 'You don't have to babysit him!' He added.

'Is that what you thought when he wasn't even able to form coherent words?' Dean snapped back.

'I -' Benny began, THAT wasn't what he meant at all!

'Is that what you thought when I started taking him to the studio because music apparently HELPS?' Dean continued to snap.

'No, of course not!' Benny said, why would Dean think that?

'Then what the fuck is the problem?' Dean asked angrily.

'He's not a scared child, you don't have to treat him like he's littler then Ben.' Benny attempted to explain.

Dean raised both eyebrows and laughed. 'Maybe not, but you haven't been around long enough to really know what our NORMAL is, either apparently.' He pointed out.

Benny looked at Chuck who was mostly hidden behind Dean. 'Please, enlighten me.' Oh, he didn't like the mocking tone in his own voice! THAT didn't say much for how this was going to go.

Dean just shook his head. 'It's not something I can explain, Benny.' He said calmly.

Dean watched as Benny shook his head. 'Fine Dean.' He didn't like the defeated tone to Benny's voice.

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Author's Note: Well, they've got Chuck back, but where does this leave Dean and Benny?

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