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"Well, I was thinking about graduating and then going off to medical school." Toby said as Ben just sat back and watched his best friend and the Winchester's conversant. It had been about twenty minutes since Toby had gotten into the subject of guns before it turned over to what he was going to do after graduation. Ben hadn't said the first word since they had sat down at the table while his Uncle fix them something for dinner. He didn't trust strangers and the Winchester's were no different to him.
"Really? That's a great career to go into after graduation." Sam said, enjoying that Toby wanted to do something with his life. Ben crossed his arms across his chest once more and let out a deep sigh as he leaned back into the chair before his thoughts wondered to what he had heard earlier.
"Yeah, at first I didn't really know what I wanted to do. Almost thought I was going to end up like my old man." Toby said as a shadow fell over his features. Ben glanced at Toby, knowing that talking about his Dad was a hard subject. The man had never been there for Toby and when he was, Toby always came out with a battered body.
"Don't let that eat you up inside, Toby." Robert told the boy as he rested a hand on the youth's shoulder before placing a plate a food onto the table in front of him. Ben's Uncle knew of Toby's Dad and all the hardships the teen had faced and became more of a father figure to Toby after saving his life once from his Dad. Toby had told Ben that he would always be thankful to his Uncle for that. Toby just nodded before standing up and sliding the plate to Ben instead.
"I know…" Toby told Robert quietly. "You know, it's getting late and I think I should start heading home before Mom starts worrying." Ben stood up, wanting to say he'd go with Toby. He didn't want Toby walking home alone in the dark. He didn't trust the darkness and never would.
"I'll come with you." Ben said, grabbing his jacket and starting to slips his arms through the sleeve.
"No, you're going to stay here and finish your supper." Robert said before turning his attention to Toby. "I'll give you a ride, son." Toby only nodded with relief before waving goodbye to Ben as he and Uncle Rob headed out the front door. Ben sunk back down into his chair, wishing he could have gone with them instead of being stuck here with these two.
Suddenly, his eyes landed on a book before reaching out to grab it. But Dean immediately snatched it away. "Not for your eyes, kid." Dean smiled as Ben had an urge to roll his eyes. Jerk.
"I'm not hungry." Ben muttered before standing up and taking the plate to the sink. His Uncle would be mad that he didn't eat along with his starving stomach. But he preferred to eat when not being stared at.
"Are you sure you're not hungry?" Sam asked him as he quickly nodded before heading out of the kitchen and upstairs to his bedroom. Locking his door, Ben then walked over to his stereo before turning the volume up as Highway To Hell by AC/DC poured loudly through the speakers.
Ben pulled his bottom drawer outwards before the contents inside were revealed. Picking up a sharp blade, Ben straightened up and threw the knife swiftly towards his IT poster as another mark was made on the clowns face. Knife throwing had always been a hobby of his that Toby knew about, but his Uncle didn't. Uncle Robert hadn't wanted Ben near any kind of weapons and Ben had always defied the man by going against his commands.
Grabbing another knife, Ben threw it once again as the sharp blade made another mark on the clown's face. He found knife throwing as a way to think straight and relieve any stress or anger that he might be feeling or at least that's how Toby described it.
"Hey, Ben!" Uncle Rob's voice raised over the loud music as Ben quickly rushed over to the door and pulled the knives from the poster before stashing them in the bottom drawer. More knocking continued until Ben turned the stereo off and unlocked his door as Robert pushed the door opened.
"What took you so long?"
"Oh, I just couldn't hear you over the music." Ben lied as Robert nodded before handing him another plate of food. Ben gratefully took the food as he walked over to his bed and began to eat, forgetting to thank his Uncle.
"You know, it's not healthy going on this way Ben." Robert told his nephew as he came over and sat down beside Ben.
"What do you mean?" Ben asked, looking up at his Uncle as he swallowed a big piece of meat. Sometimes his Uncle could talk in weird codes that Ben had to venture into in order to find out what his Uncle was talking about.
"Being this way with strangers." Robert told him. "Your defenses are always up when it comes to strangers. Not everyone is bad." Ben could have laughed, but instead he laid the fork upon his plate.
"I know everyone's not bad." Ben said. "It's just an instinct that I've developed, I guess." Robert smiled, knowing how it felt to have the same kind of 'instinct.'
"Well, we need to nick that instinct in the butt, then. Those young men downstairs aren't the bad guys, Ben."
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Ben said, not wanting to have this conversation anymore. "So, did Toby get home safely last night?"
"Yes, and that old man of his wasn't there either. Sherri finally decided to take charges out the bastard." Bingo! Subject changed.
"That's good." Ben said, relieved that Toby's Mom had gotten enough courage. "Maybe things are changing for the better for Toby." Ben suggested with a small smile. Robert only smiled before standing up and walking over to the threshold. That moment, Ben suddenly remembered the conversation he had heard earlier.
"Uncle Rob?" Ben asked as Robert turned back around. "What were you, Sam, and Dean talking about earlier? You know, murders and all that stuff." Ben was as curious as he had been when he first heard their conversation.
"I knew you were listening." Robert said. "It's nothing for you to worry about. And for now on, don't go snooping around." Ben nodded, knowing that he would never stop snooping, especially now.
"Don't forget to put your plate in the sink after your done eating." Robert reminded Ben before closing the door as Ben heard his foot steps descend down the hallway.
-12:30 AM-
Scott Daggar opened the front door to his home as he walked into the darkness of the living room. He was drunk again and had difficulty walking straight. Slowly with difficulty, the drunken man walked down the narrow hallway before stopping at the last door. The sound of his own breathing filled his ears as he slowly opened the door.
Sherri Daggar was lying in bed, sleeping peacefully for once in her life. Her soft ringlets of blond curls falling softly over the white pillow her head laid upon. Scott walked towards her sleeping figure, his footsteps falling heavily upon the carpeted floor.
"Sherri…" He moaned softly as his hand softly ran down her arm. The woman stirred slightly, but didn't wake as Scott leaned over slightly, breathing in his wife's fragrance. Sherri had always smelt good to him. Suddenly, the Mother awoke as she sucked in enough air to last her a lifetime.
"Scott?" The drunken Father advanced on Sherri before pulling by her wrists as Sherri's feet fell against the floor.
"Scott, let me go right now or I'm calling the police." Sherri warned the man, but Scott only wrapped his strong arms around the woman, who fought against his chest.
"Scott! Let me go!" Suddenly, a loud shattering sound caused Scott to spin around with Sherri still in his arms before a sharp stake was thrown towards his chest. Scott immediately spun Sherri around as the stake penetrated through her chest, killing her instantly. The drunken man let Sherri fall to the floor as his eyes widened in fear.
"No… please, I paid my dept." Before Scott knew it, another stake was thrown as swiftly as the last before killing him instantly.
Ben awoke before leaning over the side of the bed as he heaved all of his dinner from earlier onto the floor.