CH3-Revelations

Dean cut off when he noticed that Benny had gone from quietly listening to emulating a statue. There was something wrong. Something about what Dean had said had put him on edge. Dean thought back. It couldn't have been that he was a hunter, Benny knew that already. It could have been that Dean was whining over his family going on with their lives, yeah that was probably it. After all, there was no reason that anything else would have upset Benny. The only other information that he gave was that he was John Winchester's boy. ... Well, hopefully there was no reason for Benny to be upset with the Winchesters.
"Chere I got ta tell you, I didn't expect you to be a Winchester." Benny said slowly, before Dean could formulate a reply.
Benny pulled off his cap and ran his hand through his hair. "I gotta tell you, I don't agree with the Winchester view of black and white for hunting."
Dean swallowed, thinking about it. Did he really think that all supernatural beings deserved to die? He knew some that were just trying to get by without anyone finding out. The pause didn't seem to sit well with Benny. He started to pull away, standing up.
"wait a sec." Dean growled while pulling on Benny's hand before he could go to far.
"You need to understand where I'm coming from here." He looked at Benny, almost pleading. Dean didn't really understand, but he didn't want to loose Benny as a friend.
Benny paused and slowly sat back down. He wasn't sure where this was going, but he was going to go against his instincts here. "Alright Chere, I'll give ya a bit. It'd be rude otherwise." He tried to smile, showing that he was amicable to the idea, but wasn't sure he was going to be hearing anything that was going to change his mind.
Dean swallowed again before continuing. "My Dad taught us, hell, he trained us, to always see it as us and them. If we didn't kill the bastards they would kill us first. I had to protect Sammy, watch out for him. I couldn't do that if I was questioning what my Dad was telling me." He looked down at his hands, loosely clasped around his now warm beer.
"I never really thought about creatures not hurting people. I guess if I knew that it wasn't going to be hurting anyone, and there was no evidence of someone havin' been hurt in the area I might consider it. But in my experience, that sort of thing just doesn't happen. It's kill or be killed. And I'm not sure my Dad will ever change his mind, even if I do."
There was silence after Dean finished. Both processing what the slightly rambling speech had said. Dean might not see black and white, but he hadn't been shown any gray in a long time. Benny thought there just might be a chance that he could have a relationship with Dean. Especially now that Dean was a Mer. As much as that thought cheered him up, he sobered quickly thinking of what else he had been told. John Winchester saw black and white. Dean was going to be in danger from his family. And according to him, Family was everything.
"Well Chere" , Benny started. "First off let me tell you there are some sub-tribes of creatures out there that have gone, well, vegetarian for the lack of a better word."
Dean looked at him curiously. Benny swallowed, this was the point where everything would go great or would go to hell. He just had to get the words out.
"I know of some different skin-walkers that have either decided to live as pets, or started communes of their own, werewolves that wear silver bullets and have special houses for certain times of the month." here he pauses, looking to Dean for his reaction so far. He seemed slightly incredulous, but a small flicker of hope was there. Benny continued.
"There's also a few nests of vampires that are vegetarian. They either get their blood from cows, or in more urban places, use the local blood banks." He paused again when there was a short sound from Dean.
"Hold on a sec. The others might be possible, but everyone knows vampires are extinct." Dean said, seemingly trying not to laugh.
Benny shook his head. "Naw shugar, that's just what is thought to be true. After all, if the vampires were flying below the radar. Not hurting people or anything, how would they be distinguishable from normal people?"
Dean was quiet for a minute, seemingly trying to understand that something he thought, that they had all thought was gone, was still out there and had the potential to hurt people. Dean's brain seemingly caught up a minute later.
"These Vamps that are still around, how do you know about them. How do you know they are actually the vegetarian ones?" He asked Benny.
Benny swallowed, knowing this was the make it or break it point. "Chere, I know cause I ain't a hunter. My nest started killing and I wanted no part of it. I ended them and left. That was nigh on fifty years ago and I've wandered since."
There was silence, and Benny glanced over at Dean. He seemed frozen. Benny swallowed. He wanted Dean to react. Anything had got to be better than not knowing.
Dean held a hand up. "hold up. So let me get this straight. I've been hanging out with, and been taken care of by a vampire?"
Benny nodded. "Dude, seriously?" Dean exclaimed.
Benny nodded again. He was too nervous to actually speak.
Dean sighed. "I guess it's not the end or anything. You've been good, and as far as I can tell you don't go off and munch people." He looked sideways at Benny. "You aren't going to start quoting some vamp romance novel or nuthin are ya?"
That got a laugh out of Benny. "Naw, shugar, if anything it'd be some good old fashioned creole."
Dean smiled. He wasn't completely ok with this. But he was going to have to learn. He settled back into the lounge chair that was out by the pond, Benny sitting back with him. Benny also was more at ease. Part one of the secret down, only the second half to go.