Hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you enjoyed the last. Thank you all for your wonderful reviews and remember, keep reviewing!:) And I also had to change my direction with this story once again. So, this story now has no ties to 'Benjamin Winchester.' Its officially a start over.:)
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Supernatural or the boys.
"Okay, just keep your eyes on the ball and whatever you do… Don't run from it." Ben told his friend before giving the nervous boy an encouraging smile and walking a few feet apart from each other. Toby had never been good at Baseball, but Ben had convinced him that with just a little bit of practice that he could get better and maybe even try out for the team.
"Remember, eye on the ball!" Ben called out before Toby gave a nervous nod and waited for his friend to throw the ball. Toby had never really liked Baseball. Not since the day Ben had decided to do a little one on one practicing with him so he could warm up for the big game. After their little one on one, Toby had come out with a black eye and from then on, he had promised himself to stay on the other side of the fence when it came to Baseball.
"Here it comes!" Ben shouted, already in pitcher's position before throwing the ball as it headed towards Toby. With his glove in the air, Toby squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the ball to make impact with his body. But a loud boom exploded as the ball collided with the shed from behind him instead.
"Sorry!" Toby called out loudly before raising the ball into the air, getting ready to throw it. But suddenly, Toby changed position and rolled the ball across the ground instead, frightened that he might hurt Ben with his illegal throwing. Ben sighed as the ball came to a stop near his foot. Toby really needed to get over his fear of Baseball.
"Okay, I'm going to throw it again. This time, don't close your eyes and put you glove where the ball is going." Ben told him before getting into his pitcher's position and throwing the ball once again. This time, Toby didn't squeeze his eyes shut or hold his glove in the air. Instead, he ran away from the ball like a frightened cat.
"The ball isn't the enemy, Toby." Ben told his friend as he walked towards Toby, who had picked up the ball and was rolling it around in his hand.
"Are you kidding me?" Toby asked. "Its as lethal as a gun, man." Toby compared almost anything dangerous in his mind to a gun. But Toby knew a lot about guns also. Ben guessed that was just his obsession comparing everything and anything to guns.
"No, it ain't." Ben told him. "It's a simple ball that can become lethal if not handled right."
"No, its lethal rather handled right or not." Toby told him before placing the ball in Ben's hand and walking towards the house.
"Hey, we're not done practicing yet."
"I'm not standing out here, freezing my ass off for this stupid sport anymore!" Toby shouted as he headed back inside the house. Ben shivered slightly from the cold weather before figuring that Toby was right and followed his best friend inside the house.
"Now, see my friend," Toby smiled as Ben shut the door behind them. "What would you rather be doing right now? Freezing your ass off or relaxing inside this cozy old place?" Toby asked, talking about Ben's house and how warm his Uncle kept it during the cold weather. But instead of answering, Ben rolled his eyes as he walked past Toby and headed towards the kitchen.
"I'm really sorry about your Dad, boys." Uncle Rob's voice said sincerely. "John was a good man." Ben slowly inched his way towards the corner and stopped just before he could be seen. He saw Toby from the corner of his eye and put his finger to his lips, signaling for him keep quiet.
"Yeah…" A voice Ben had never heard before, muttered softly before the sound of cups being placed on the table was heard. Ben guessed that his Uncle was giving the visitor's coffee or something warm to drink.
"So, these murders you heard about," Another voice spoke up, changing the subject. "Any relations between them?" Ben kept his eyes on the floor as he concentrated on hearing every detail that he could grasp.
"Not that I can make any sense of." Uncle Rob said as Ben heard pages being turned. "Just that the victims have been found with a stake through their heart." Suddenly Toby sneezed loudly as Ben looked back at his friend, who gave him an apologizing look. The scraping of chairs against hardwood floor caught Ben's attention, but before he could do anything, his Uncle appeared in the small hallway.
"I hope you weren't spying on me, Ben," Robert looked at Toby. "Toby." Ben shook his head as he glanced back at Toby with accusing eyes before looking back at his Uncle.
"No, we were just coming in from outside." Ben told his Uncle confidently. "It's freezing out there!" Ben shivered slightly as he rubbed his hands together in an attempt to fool his Uncle.
"That's right, sir." Toby said, mimicking Ben as he followed Ben's lead. But Ben and Toby both knew that Ben's Uncle could not be fooled. But Robert only nodded his head before gesturing them to follow him into the kitchen. Ben glanced back at Toby, who gave him another apologizing look and followed Ben's Uncle into the kitchen.
Two young men were seated at the table from within the kitchen as Ben and Toby walked over to the fridge where they leaned against the counter. One was taller than the other, but Ben could tell by looks that the shortest was the oldest.
"Dean, Sam," Robert said. "This is my nephew, Ben and his friend, Toby." He gestured to Ben and Toby, who muttered a small greeting as Ben crossed his arms across his chest.
"And boys, this is Sam and Dean Winchester."
And here are some answers to some of your questions:
Noname32: As you read, Ben's already met his brothers.:) But the question now is when he will find out that their his brothers?
FiveMinutesToMidnight: It is a brother fanfiction and that is one of the ways of how it ties to Sam and Dean because Ben is their brother.
tigraEl: Sadly, no. John will not be in this fanfiction. I'm just going to let the man rest in peace.:)