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November 7th
Prompt- Benny

Obvious

Benny knew from miles away.

He could see it. Before the angel was even in the picture, Benny knew. Dean would talk about the guy for hours on end. By the second week of travel, Benny knew more about Castiel than his own mother.

"And he wears this stupid trench coat that-"

"Just fuck him already, you idiot!"

Benny reminded Dean of Bobby in a way, but he shook himself from the thought, rejecting what the vampire had said immediately, "what?! I'm not-"

"Don't lie to me, kid." Benny stated in a matter-of-fact way, "just stop denying it. Shut the hell up."

Dean did as told for the rest of the day, and his rants about the angel stopped for a few weeks. But, soon enough, they were at the lake, and there he was, hands on his face, eyes staring in a broken sort of way. Benny understood that look immediately. He was terrified for himself, but above all else, he was scared for someone else: Dean.

The way Castiel spoke to him that day communicated everything Dean could not. His fists clenched as the larger boy embraced him, showing how much he wanted the hug, but refused it. His eyes could not look away from Dean for longer than 20 seconds, believe you me, he counted.

Castiel was in love with the idiot. And the idiot was just as smitten.

The unfortunate part, Benny soon realized, was that neither party wanted to admit it.

There were days when the lovebirds would speak for hours about everything and anything, seemingly just enjoying the sound of each others voices. Then others they wouldn't say a word, but their eyes spoke volumes.

It happened about a week after the angel joined the club.

Benny was scouting the perimeter, leaving the two kids to eye-fuck because he was not in the mood to feel awkward. Suddenly, as he took his second tour of their surroundings, he heard a shout.

His eyes widened and he sprinted back towards his companions' previous position. But, he paused when he entered the clearing. He watched as Castiel was shoved against a rough tree, and Dean attacked the angel. But, there was no danger in his form of attack.

Their lips met in a brutal show of dominance, neither party wanting to admit defeat. Dean's hands ran through Castiel's hair, and down his neck, forcing the angel to tilt his head in new directions every few seconds. Castiel's hands moved around Dean's back, seemingly touching every part of the larger male at once. For a moment, Castiel's hand actually rested on the Winchester's ass.

At the final sight, Benny turned abruptly, stalking off into the forest with a scowl on his lips.

"Finally." He muttered into the silence surrounding him.