Title: it's all gone sour
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Jesus Christ, Superstar
Warnings: future!fic; AU
Pairings: Chuck/Becky
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 435
Point of view: third
Prompt: bendy
After everything is done, Chuck goes to Indiana and waits by the shell of a house. It's not long before a kid shows up.
"Hey, Ben," Chuck says, standing. "I have a message for you."
Ben stays out of reach, one hand inside his jacket. Chuck knows he's got a knife clenched in trembling fingers. Chuck also knows he's used that knife and vomited after, that he whispered to his mom forgive me for fighting.
"Who're you?" Ben asks, eyes darting around for any threat.
"I knew your dad," Chuck tells him, keeping still as possible. "He was a good man. He wants you to know that if you ever call on him for help, he will."
Ben scoffs. "Yeah, right. Where was he when Mom died, huh? When those-those things tore her apart?" He seems really close to crying and Chuck hopes he won't. He doesn't know what to do when people cry.
"He wished he could have been," Chuck says. "He had to look at the bigger picture, though. He loved her."
Shaking his head, Ben backs away. "What the fuck ever, dude. I'm going now. Don't follow me, and don't be here when I get back."
Chuck watches him leave, knowing exactly where the kid's headed. He's got a base, what used to be a cellar. He's got a stockpile of food, water, and weapons. He's got a little group, half a dozen orphans. Ben's their leader and they've survived so long only because of him.
"Ben!" Chuck calls. After Ben pauses, Chuck says, "Your father is Dean Winchester. If you're ever trouble, just yell for him or Sam."
Chuck's not surprised when Ben takes off at that, vanishing into the rubble.
"Well now," Crowley muses, stepping out of thin air. Chuck's really tired of people doing that. "You know that boy will never call on the Winchesters."
"Take me home," Chuck demands wearily.
"And what would answer if he did…" Crowley continues, shuddering theatrically. "Chuck, it's downright demonic, what you just did."
"Please," Chuck says. "Our deal."
"Yes, yes." Crowley touches Chuck's forehead, sending him to Becky.
Chuck knows that Dean would kill him, if he ever had an inkling of Chuck's actions. But Dean said yes, and Lucifer's silver tongue got Sam, and Ben is a loose end that someone besides Crowley will remember soon.
So Chuck traded the boy for his safety, and Becky's. And whatever Crowley does with Ben, it's not his concern. He's gotta think about himself now. Him and Becky.
She greets him with a kiss. He holds her tight, trying to forget Dean's son.