Author's Note: Well, Dean's about to end up with one hell of a shock when Benny shows up and not just with Ben.

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

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No Hero

'Well, for us in the States, it's Thanksgiving, what's everyone thankful for? Me? My family, friends, and a hell of a career.' Dean posted on his Twitter account, but while his tweet was meant to be cheerful…if he were being honest, he wasn't happy. Sam had been overly cheerful since he got home the night before which just kicked his misery into overdrive. He missed Benny, dammit!

'I'm thankful I can have the day off with my soulmate and spend time with my best friend.' Dean smiled at Cas' response to his post.

'I'm thankful for the same thing just exchange best friend for brother.' Dean laughed at Sam's response.

'You, recovery.' Dean shook his head at Chuck's response.

'*You during my recovery. Right, Carver?' Dean responded back to Chuck.

'Yes.' Chuck responded back. Dean wasn't happy that over the last week and a half that Chuck really hadn't progressed with his recovery, but he knew that just meant they'd have to work that much harder to get him back to Chuck-normal.

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Dean walked into the kitchen still in his black pajama bottoms and a white undershirt. Coffee, he needed coffee. The fact that the ingredients sitting out on the counter were enough to feed more than twice as many people than there currently were in the house, left Dean curious, but coffee was more important than trying to puzzle that out, at the moment.

Cas walked into the kitchen, stretched his arms up over his head and leaned back slightly, and Dean watched Cas' pajama top ride up slightly. 'So, we're watching A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving tonight, right?' He asked curiously.

'Cas, you've asked that question every year since we met, the answer has NEVER changed. Do you really think it's going to, now? Yes, we are going to watch the special, but if Gabriel shows up and starts his shit I'm stringing him up stark-ass naked to the light pole outside and then I'm taking pictures and video and making sure they all end up on social media.' Dean said.

'I'll provide the rope if you need it.' Cas said happily.

'Who're we stringing up?' Sam asks as he walks into the kitchen, already in his jogging gear.

'You for your stupidity if you really think you're going jogging in the rain.' Dean said with a smirk.

Sam shrugged. 'Coffee first, then I'll go change into different clothes.' He said, hoping that the rain wouldn't delay Benny's arrival or else this plan was shot!

Chuck walked into the kitchen and Cas tilted his head in confusion and to hopefully avoid laughing, Chuck's shirt was inside-out, his right pant leg was up to his knee, and his glasses were crooked, Cas watched as he walked over to Dean, leaned up against him, and promptly closed his eyes. 'How long did you sleep, Chuck?' Cas asked curiously.

'He didn't. He kept trying to write and was waking me up to proofread every time he got a paragraph done…until I woke up the last time with him asleep on my knees and the laptop upside-down in the floor. I guess I woke him up when I got out of bed.' Dean said with a yawn.

'She saw.' Chuck mumbled without opening his eyes.

Sam looked confused while Cas just narrowed his eyes.

'I have no idea.' Dean mouthed while shaking his head. 'How about you head back to the bedroom and come back out when you don't look like you've just went running out of someone's house after their spouse came home?' He asked curiously.

Sam did not find the analogy comforting in the least.

'Com free.' Chuck mumbled.

Sam, Cas, and Dean all laughed.

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Dean shook his head at Chuck who was asleep, front first on the bed, and his glasses hanging precariously off the edge of the nightstand. Somehow Dean's suggestion of going back to his bedroom to get properly dressed translated in Chuck's head as go back to bed. Dean moved Chuck's glasses on the nightstand to where they weren't in danger of falling off at the slightest vibration of the table.

When there was a knock at the front door, Dean walked out of his room, closing the door behind him before proceeding into the living room. When he sees Sam let Benny and Ben in, it doesn't surprise him…the other two girls and boys on the other hand, when did he - Dean or Benny either one - start a day care?

'Okay, before I ask why you're here Benny…who are the kids?' Dean asked curiously.

'Claire Novak, Kaia Nieves, Jack Kline, and Jesse Turner.' Benny said, indicating each one in turn. 'They're runaways.' Benny clarified.

'Novak, huh? And, why does Jack's name sound familiar?' Dean asked curiously.

'Claire's father just so happens to be your best friend. And, Jack is Kelly Kline's boy.' Benny explained.

Dean looked curiously at Cas. 'You don't have kids.' Dean said certainly.

Cas lowered his head before rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand but otherwise didn't respond.

'I don't understand, Cas. Dean and I grew up with you…so, why is it that Benny knows you have a child and yet the people who you grew up with and who you consider to be more…your family then your biological one DON'T know?' Sam asked curiously, and a bit hurt.

Cas looked at Sam. 'Because, it was a stupid mistake. I never wanted kids, I've told you that since…the first time I told you that was before you even went to Stanford! I don't like kids that much. Yes, I probably will give on that should you ever want a kid but personally, I don't like them, and sure as hell don't want one. And, they cost more than they're worth in the grand scheme of things.' Cas explained.

'And, I thought I had been an asshole talking to Dean about Chuck. You're saying all of this in front of Claire, Cas.' Benny said shaking his head.

Cas shrugged. 'And? Dean wanted Ben, I never wanted Claire.' He admitted easily.

'Can I punch him now?' Claire asked innocently.

'I would say yes, but I don't know if he'd hit you back.' Benny pointed out.

Claire looked at Benny. 'Can I just stay with you, then?' She asked curiously.

Benny nodded. 'Yes, you and Kaia both.' He said simply. He knew Claire and Kaia came as a 'set', and they were helpful in the kitchen…so, he had nothing against them, besides that he still wasn't running a shelter for runaway youth.

'What about me and Jesse?' Jack asked curiously.

'Sam is going to try to help make sure I can LEGALLY keep Claire, Kaia, and even Jesse…but with everything he's been having to do with Kelly's case, I don't know how that's going to work with you.' Benny explained.

'I don't want to go back!' Jack pleaded.

'He'll do what he can, but his hands might be tied and I'm sorry but I'm not going to jail over you.' Benny explained.

Jack looked at Jesse. 'But, he'll be okay, right?' Jack asked as he looked back at Benny.

'Yes, he'll be fine.' Benny said determined.

Dean narrowed his eyes. 'So, what are you doing here, Benny? Besides apparently running a home for runaways.' He asked curiously.

'Dean, if it wasn't for your damn boy, I wouldn't be in this situation.' Benny pointed out.

Ben lowered his head with a smile.

'I invited them.' Sam clarified.

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Benny was in the kitchen working on what was going to be Thanksgiving dinner - knowing he was going to have to repeat the same process the next day for Liz - and also dictating certain 'jobs' out to Ben, Claire, Kaia, and Jack while they were in the kitchen with him getting asked every question Sam and Cas could of think to ask that could help Sam deal with their situations.

Dean was in the music studio replacing a couple guitar strings on one of his acoustic guitars while Chuck was still dead to the world in his - Dean's - bedroom. He had multiple acoustic guitars and just as many electric ones, Chuck kept his own with Dean's - neither really caring if the other used their respective guitar.

'This is a cool room.' Dean heard come from the door and jumped before looking back at the boy.

'Jesse?' Dean asked curiously.

Jesse shrugged. 'I don't like to cook. Ben loves it, Claire and Kaia seem to like it too, and Jack just likes feeling useful, but I don't like cooking. I figured you wouldn't mind if I wondered around since none of us have really been told what we can and can't do.' He admitted.

'How old are you, anyways?' Dean asked curiously.

'Fifteen. Claire, Kaia, and Jack are all the same age as Ben.' Jesse clarified.

'And, who's the leader of your little gang of runaways?' Dean asked curiously as he went back to replacing the string.

'Claire. While we all are fully capable of fighting, I'm the one who's most aggressive. And no, that doesn't mean I go looking for fights, I just don't run from them.' Jesse explained.

'And, you all watch each others backs?' Dean asked carefully.

'Oh yeah. It's a necessity that we watch each others backs…well, it wouldn't be with Ben, but being a part of our group…it applies to him too.' Jesse explained.

'Good.' Dean said simply. 'How much do you know about my relationship with Ben?' Dean asked carefully.

'He doesn't really like you.' Jesse said honestly.

Dean shrugged. 'Anything I DON'T already know?' He asked irritated.

'Claire, Kaia, and Jack have allowed their view of you to be pre-colored by what Ben has told them. So, they don't like you, either.' Jesse explained.

'And, what about you?' Dean asked curiously.

'I've actually LISTENED to what Ben said about you. I think he's in denial about the fact that you DID fight for him but there's only so much fight a person has in them before they think someone's better off without them.' Jesse admitted.

'And, how old did you say you were?' Dean asked, looking back at Jesse.

'Fifteen. I've been on my own since I was seven, though…so, I've learnt things that Claire and Kaia or Jack and sure as hell not Ben…they CAN'T know.' Jesse explained.

'So, you're street smart?' Dean stood up, having finished replacing the strings.

Jesse shrugged. 'I suppose so, if that's what you want to call it.' He said simply.

'Rap sheet?' Dean asked carefully.

Jesse narrowed his eyes. 'A few things here or there, but nothing that wasn't necessary to survive.' He snapped.

Dean held his hands up in a placating manner. 'Okay, so it's a sore spot with you. I have nothing against you for it. Believe me, before Sam, Adam, and I ended up with uncle Bobby…I had to do some bad shit myself to just keep food on the table while John was out…drinking himself to death. The reason I don't really talk about it with anyone is simply because it's nobodies business and I don't regret doing it, I did what I had to do.' He explained.

Jesse nodded in understanding, knowing that Dean had probably done similar things to what he'd done, but NEITHER would be talking about them.

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Chuck wondered out of Dean's bedroom after having turned his shirt right-side in, pulled his pant leg down, and slipped his glasses on. He could smell several different foods but the one that had him most interested was the scent of sage stuffing. As he walked into the kitchen, he figured he might've, should've, probably…changed out of his pajamas. Sam and Cas were expected - they lived with Dean, too - and Benny and Ben weren't really a surprise, but he really wasn't sure who the two girls or boys were and THAT was unnerving. Chuck began inching toward Dean, it wasn't that Chuck was anti-social, he just didn't like being blindsided by new or unexpected people…okay, and maybe he was more than a bit anti-social.

'So, how much longer until the food is done?' Dean asked curiously as he watched Chuck out of the corner of his eye.

'About two minutes closer than the last time you asked, cher.' Benny said annoyed.

Chuck stood at Dean's left, curious about the black haired boy at Dean's right. He looked at Dean and whispered, 'Who?'

'The boy next to me is Jesse Turner, the two girls at Benny's sides are Claire Novak and Kaia Nieves, and the blonde boy next to Claire is Jack Kline. Claire is Cas' daughter, neither Sam nor I knew until a couple hours ago that he even had a fucking kid! Kaia is Claire's girlfriend. Jack is Kelly Kline's son. And, Jesse…well, he's…Jesse. They're all runaways that Benny's gotten saddled with and Sam's trying to help deal with the legal angle of it all.' Dean explained.

Chuck narrowed his eyes before nodding hesitantly.

Jesse looked at Chuck. 'Who're you, pajama boy?' He asked with a smirk.

'His name's Chuck Shurley, he's…a friend of mine.' Dean explained.

'And, a pain in my ass.' Benny said irritated.

'For the love of - dammit, Benny! Don't start this shit, again!' Dean snapped.

'A match made in Hell thanks to your Soulmarks.' Jesse said bluntly.

'Do any of you even have your mark, yet?' Dean asked curiously, gladly changing the subject.

Ben, Claire, Kaia, and Jack all shook their heads. 'Yeah, but I think it's a fucking joke since it's Enochian…a language that DOESN'T ACTUALLY EXIST!' Jesse said frustrated.

Dean looked at Chuck. 'Hey, maybe once you get better…you can translate it for him since Enochian is a language you created?' Dean asked curiously.

Chuck nodded without hesitation.

'You're Carver Edlund?' Jesse asked in disbelief.

Chuck nodded again.

'Huh?' Jesse asked surprised. 'Cool.' He added impressed.

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Author's Note: And, that's the end of the first part of our Thanksgiving gig.

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