Within the home of Patricia Wrought, Ben had found warmth and comfort. Patricia; an elderly woman who lived by herself and had known Ben since he was six-years-old, led Ben into the living room area where she gently pushed him onto the couch near the fireplace. His eyes were puffy from shedding his tears and his clothes were soaked from the pouring rain.
No words were said as Patricia unfolded a quilt before draping it around the boy's shoulders and sitting down beside him as she wrapped her arms back around him. Ben had always been an adorable kid and he had won her heart from the beginning. She used to baby-sit him before he turned eleven and then she saw no more of him after that.
"Want to tell me what has got you so upset?" She asked softly as Ben played with some of the loose yarn on the quilt.
"What would you do if you found out that you had another family you never knew about?" Ben asked quietly. "Would you be mad or deal?" Patricia closed her eyes briefly, realizing that Ben had found out about John and his brothers.
"You found out about your real Daddy and brothers, huh?" Ben looked up at Patricia, who nodded slightly before carrying on.
"Yes, I knew all about it." She said softly. "But there is a reason as to why John, your real Father, gave you to Robert. It's a long story, but I guess we have the time for me to tell you." Patricia sighed as Ben waited for her to continue.
"You were born thirteen years ago and your real Dad had then decided that you were going to live with your Mom and her boyfriend. He didn't want you to live his way of life, honey." She added when she saw him opening his mouth to speak.
"See, you have to understand that your biological Dad hunted things…things that not many people know about. I think you know what I mean…" Patricia told him as a confused expression fell over his features.
"Those nightmares your having…there real, Ben. Some of them are from that night when your Mom and her boyfriend perished in the fire. You don't remember the fire, though, do you?" Ben shook his head. He didn't care to remember the fire either…he didn't care to remember any of it.
"That's good for now…" Patricia trailed off. "But you have to prepare yourself, Ben. Not right now, not yet. But soon."
"What are you talking about? Prepare myself for what?"
"They want you Ben. Your Mother's boyfriend wasn't all he was made out to be. Daniel was a ruthless man who got himself caught up in witchcraft. Now you're in it and you don't have a clue…until now." Patricia suddenly stood up as Ben slowly got up and followed her out of the living room. The young teen was as confused as ever now. His old baby-sitter was talking in codes that Ben didn't think he really wanted to venture into.
"Remember how I use to tell you to never go into the attic?" Patricia asked as they made their ways up the stairs and towards the old attic that had once caused Ben to get a spanking for going against the woman's rules.
"Yeah…"
"Well, there was a reason for that. I think it might be time for you to see the room now…" Patricia trailed off as she took a key out from one of the pockets sewed onto her apron before pushing the key into the lock and opening the door.
Ben's gasped softly as Patricia moved out of the way for Ben to enter the once off limits attic.
Dean banged the steering wheel as they continued to search for any sign of Ben. It had been about half an hour ago when Robert had revealed to them that Ben was their younger brother before Ben had ran away from them. Now, he, Sam, and Robert were out in the rain, searching desperately for Ben. It had been stupid of Ben to decide to run out into an on coming storm.
"We'll find him, Dean." Sam reassured his older brother, seeing how worried and angry his older brother had become. He was worried also and wanted greatly to find Ben and get him back home safely. It wasn't safe to be out in this kind of weather.
"We should have caught him before he could have had the chance to run." Dean said, blaming himself for not knowing ahead of time that Ben would pull that little stunt.
"Dean, you can't blame yourself for this. We didn't know that Ben was going to run."
"Yeah…" Dean muttered, still blaming himself as he made a short turn at the stop sign. They had to find Ben and they had to find him soon.
Robert frantically searched for Ben as his windshield wipers wiped the rain away rapidly. But the rain was pouring so hard that he had to slow the old Ford down a little bit. He had decided that they would find Ben faster if they had gone their separate ways in their own vehicles. The boys had agreed and now they were out searching for Ben.
Hope this chapter answered whatever questions anyone had and I hope that you enjoyed it. Now off to bad news… It might be a while before I can update cause I might get grounded from the computer. Depends. But keep my story in mind cause I will return!