Author's Note: 1) This is the first song off of Louden Swain's third album and coincidentally also the title of the album. 2) I'm still waiting on Andrea to kill me because I highly doubt she planned on this many chapters when she agreed to be my beta for this story. In my defense, I did not plan on this many chapters, either...but I was careful not to really have a certain number set-up, either. 3) And, this is the continuing continuation of our Thanksgiving special.

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

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Suit and Tie

Dean sat in his room with his tablet and wireless headphones, Chuck was sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bed with his plate in his lap - half a plate of sage stuffing, the broccoli casserole, hash brown casserole, homemade mashed potatoes with sliced purple bell pepper mixed in and cider gravy over the top, and gooducken were all stuffed on the remaining half, a small-ish bowl of jambalaya sitting to his left, and a small plate with a piece of peach pie sized to just fit the plate on the right. Chuck had already come to the conclusion that he was NEVER asking Dean for a plate, again…because eating this much was probably going to make him sick - or full enough that he wished he was.

Dean scrolled past the video, he didn't plan to watch it - despite what he knew Chuck thought, he figured just reading the comments would tell him what he needed to know.

'WTF? I knew Carver liked dogs but this is WAY past the line of what I expected out of him. He's letting the dog fuck him!'

'Oh, this ain't good!' Dean thought to himself before clicking on the comment to look at comments that's directly related to that one.

'Idk, am I the only one that's noticing how he looks drugged?'

'Huh? So, that wasn't just me? I noticed that, too.'

'And, what about how he's tied to that breeding bench?'

'Do you think this is some strange dark closet kink of his? Or…was this even voluntary?'

'You think this was someone's sick idea of rape?'

'The woman in this video is Becky Rosen and anybody who has kept up with Carver Edlund will KNOW that those two did not part on good terms and if you look at the time stamp from this video…this was AFTER they broke up.'

'And, did you see the absolute fury on Dean's face towards Becky after that initial shocked look faded just before the video ends?'

'They apparently ended the video before I cussed up a sailor worthy streak at her.' Dean thought to himself, continuing to read comments.

'What was Dean even doing there?'

'Whoever above suggested that this wasn't voluntary, just look at Dean's reaction. The look on his face alone can tell you THIS WASN'T voluntary.'

'If this wasn't voluntary, somebody needs to have this video removed, because there's no way in hell YouTube would want to be connected with a video of somebody's rape!'

Dean knew it wouldn't do any good, there would be no getting the video off the internet even if it did violate the terms and conditions of using YouTube…that alone was why he didn't bother reporting it.

'When this video was made it was while the first season of Supernatural was still being FILMED and those who've followed Carver Edlund's writing career knows that the only two successful book series' he's had are Supernatural and Revolution, and really the Supernatural books didn't even get the pop/wow factor until the cast started doing the Con's and the exec's convinced Carver to participate in those - and then had to pull Gabriel from Dr. Sexy for the Con's because Carver about sent himself into a panic attack doing the panel alone. That's why this video has never gotten the attention that Becky probably wanted. Unfortunately, I have seen this video creep up various times over the years but not to this level. So, I will say this as clearly as possible so there's no misunderstanding. The video is a fake! I've known Carver since the day I auditioned for my role in Supernatural and I can say with absolute confidence that he hasn't been with Becky in any form or fashion since then!' Dean posted, hoping he'd covered all his bases while attempting to discredit Becky and that validity of that video.

Dean laid his tablet beside him before pulling his headphones down to hang around his neck and watched as Chuck ate what he'd gotten him from the kitchen.

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Chuck walked into the kitchen carrying his two empty plates and an equally empty bowl - Dean had eaten what he couldn't. Benny turned around from the sink where he was washing dishes. 'I'm surprised you didn't send Dean out with the dishes, Chuck.' Benny said evenly.

'They know.' Chuck said, keeping his head down…his voice barely a whisper and if it hadn't been for Benny's vampiric hearing, he wouldn't have heard Chuck.

'Know what?' Benny asked curiously.

Chuck walked over to Benny and handed him the plates, bowl, fork, and spoon, but otherwise didn't respond.

'Chuck?' Benny asked curiously, taking the dishes from Chuck, and placing them in the soapy water.

'Monster.' Chuck whispered.

Benny didn't take offense to the word because he just knew that Chuck wasn't referring to him but to himself.

'Freak.' Chuck continued.

Benny knew what was in the video, Gabriel had already explained it to him, Sam, and Cas. Jack had overheard and told the other kids. 'Chuck, I don't like you. I'm not going to deny that. I'm not sure I'll ever like you. But, you're not a monster nor a freak for what happened.' He explained carefully.

'No. Yes. I-I-I am.' Chuck said uncertainly.

'Why would you think that? In a sick and round-about way, she raped you.' Benny asked confused.

'Don't know. Maybe. Wanted it?' Chuck asked uncertainly.

'You really don't remember much about that day, do you?' Benny asked concerned.

Chuck just shook his head.

'Why would you think you wanted that? To be drugged, having your ability of saying no taken away. To be tied to a…a...bench that keeps you in a perfect position to be fucked by a dog…to be humiliated like that. To be fucked by an animal. I know some people like fucking animals - and that's a level of sick I haven't understood in my 300 years of life, but to be fucked by them…' Benny stopped and shook his head. 'I can't imagine in what part of your fucked up head you would think you WANTED that.' He continued.

'Dean?' Chuck asked carefully.

'You crazy little crawdad! You think DEAN has ANY interest in bestiality?' Benny asked surprised.

Chuck shook his head quickly. 'After.' He attempted to clarify.

'After what?' Benny asked curiously.

'I wanted - I needed - I needed to...feel…right, again.' Chuck struggled to say.

'Huh?' Benny asked confused. 'What?' He added.

'I-I asked…him.' Chuck said carefully.

'For what?' Benny asked curiously. 'Because, I doubt it was for him to get a dog and train it to fuck you.' He added.

'Plea-pleaded. Begged.' Chuck said frustrated with himself.

'You wanted him to - what the fuck is wrong you?' Benny asked confused.

Chuck shook his head quickly. He looked into Benny's eyes searchingly. 'Please, I-I don't…' He pleaded. 'I-I needed - I begged…for…HIM! I-I couldn't. Touch. Feel. Dean.' He added panicked. 'Sex. I-I needed. I don't - help. Dean.' He continued, his breathing much to fast.

'Chuck?' Benny asked uncertainly before putting his hands on Chuck's shoulders causing Chuck to startle jump. 'Calm down, Chuck. I'm not going to hurt you, right now. But, you really need to calm down. You're having a panic attack.' He said calmly.

But, Chuck didn't calm down. 'Ga- De-Dean!' He barely got out through his quickening breaths.

'Dean!' Benny called concerned.

Several seconds passed without sight or sound from Dean. Benny moved his hands to the sides of Chuck's necks before using his thumbs to tilt Chuck's head up. 'Okay, I don't know what Dean's doing that has him distracted, but just focus on me for the moment, okay?' Benny asked calmly. 'Breathe with me.' He added and making sure his breathing was even - with breathing not being a necessity, it actually required thought to keep it even, most of the time while he did on an unconscious level, it was almost like a stutter-like breath.

Chuck tried to focus on Benny's breathing, but he just couldn't get himself to focus on anything.

'Dean!' Benny called urgently.

Again, several seconds passed without sight or sound from Dean. Benny considered briefly letting Chuck listen to his heartbeat, but a vampires heart was a strange organ. While his heart didn't really beat unless he was feeding, his blood still circulated to keep from…going stall, for lack of a better choice of words. But, he knew from some of the damage he'd taken in his earlier years that a heart wasn't a requirement to survive. 'Dammit, Chuck! Listen to me!' Benny ordered. Okay, forget friendly!

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Gabriel walked into the kitchen, he'd heard Benny holler for Dean both times, but he also knew that Dean was in the music studio with Jesse talking about various instruments - he had no idea really where the conversation came from, but he wasn't going to ask, either. He knew that Dean and Chuck were both fully capable of playing acoustic or electric guitar, Dean could also play some kind of drum - there were to many in existence for Gabriel to identify it - while Chuck could also play a couple types of percussion, he could play guitar to - it wasn't a big deal to him - but he was also fully capable of playing bass guitar, Sam knew some basics with the guitar, but if Cas or Benny either one could play an instrument it was going to be news to him. He didn't know Ben or Claire, Kaia, Jack, or Jesse well enough to know if ANY of them could play instruments.

Gabriel watched fascinated as Benny and Chuck breathed in synchronization and wasn't that just the damnest thing? Especially since he could have sworn that Benny did not like Chuck, at all. And now, Benny seemed to be…acting kindly toward Chuck. Maybe…he'd ended up in some parallel mirror universe like that odd Rugrats episode where Tommy and Chuckie think they're in Mirror Land. And, why his mind jumped to a 90s Nick cartoon was beyond him but his mind worked how it worked and his body was just along for the ride…he'd accepted that fact years ago.

Gabriel walked around to stand behind Chuck.

Benny took a step back when it became clear that Chuck had thankfully calmed down.

Chuck turned around to face Gabriel. He looked curiously at Gabriel. 'What?' He asked carefully.

'There are several things I need to tell you when you're better, but for now…I'll settle with this, I'm sorry for not being there when you've been needing me.' Gabriel said regretfully.

What Gabriel did not expect however was for Chuck to grab a cast-iron skillet - one of the extreme few pans Benny had brought with him and admittedly still damp from having just been washed - with his left hand and cracked Gabriel in the left side of the head with it. Gabriel landed back on his ass, with his left hand held against the side of his head. 'What the fuck, Chuck?' He asked pained, apparently you could be hit in the head hard enough to see stars.

When Chuck attempted to swing the skillet at Gabriel again, Benny caught his left wrist. 'I think you made your point, Chuck. You don't want to hurt Gabriel to the point you'll regret it. And, I'd prefer not getting a dent in my skillet.' Benny explained gently, the smirk on his face he couldn't help. Chuck wasn't a violent person, but Gabriel deserved getting hit AT LEAST once. He knew the reasoning why he'd 'broken up' with Chuck but he still deserved it.

Chuck looked back at Benny before looking at the skillet. 'Okay.' He relented. Benny released his wrist. Chuck looked at Gabriel and using the skillet, pointed at Gabriel. 'I don't NEED you.' He said slowly before walking out of the kitchen swinging the skillet from side to side.

'So, you rented the dog house next -' Benny began to say with a laugh but got cut off by an 'Ow!'

Gabriel turned his head to look toward when Chuck had stopped and was rubbing the right side of his head. 'Smooth move, Rapunzel!' He called. Gabriel looked back at Benny and stood up. 'He whacked himself in the head with the skillet.' He explained.

'And, what does that have to do with Grimm's Fairy Tales?' Benny asked curiously.

Gabriel laughed. 'Nothing. But, in a Disney version of Rapunzel called Tangled, after Rapunzel hits Flynn with her frying pan…she'll twirl it a bit and end up cracking herself in the head with it.' He explained.

'Oh. I prefer The Princess and The Frog.' Benny admitted.

Gabriel laughed. 'Can't imagine why.' He said sarcastically. 'You're a chef, Tiana is a hell of one in her own right. She wants to open the finest restaurant in New Orleans and YOU probably have the best in Carencro, even if it doesn't get a lot of publicity. All YOU are missing is your Prince Naveen.' He said with a smile, oddly ignoring the fact that his head was bleeding and he was standing four feet from a vampire.

'Oh, I already found my prince, I just need to quit sticking my foot in my mouth with him.' Benny admitted.

Gabriel looked back toward where Chuck had disappeared from since the last time he'd looked. 'You and me both.' He said with a chuckle.

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Author's Note: If you don't know what scene Gabriel is referring to from Tangled, you should really watch the movie.

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