Sorry. Ben decided to be difficult before he finally gave in and let me tell the story how I wanted. Typical teenager. ;)
His dad is a psychic, not some nut who goes after all these ghosts and monsters and demons and angels, and Ben is sticking with that until he's proven otherwise. Maybe not even then.
The theory of Sheriff Mills being his dad's friend is starting to seem more and more likely but if his dad is one of the nuts, then even if he does work up the courage to confront the Sheriff, there is no guarantee that she'll admit she knows his dad. She'll think, like his dad, the best way to protect him will be to continue lying to him. What is with adults thinking they automatically know what's best for kids?
Keeping Ben from his dad is most emphatically not the best way to keep Ben safe. If anything, keeping his dad a mystery for him will make him even more determined to find his father. And if his dad is one of those nuts, it could get incredibly dangerous for him if he goes digging.
It's quite a conundrum for Ben.
It's not like Ben has a clear choice in front of him. He chooses to ignore what he's found out, then he'll never know who his dad is or find out why he left them in the first place, taking his memories with him. But if he chooses to pursue what he's found out, Ben's life could be in danger from entities that should be of myth and legend, who are apparently gunning for his dad for some reason.
His dad's a psychic, and of course angels and demons would be after him because he undoubtedly saw or heard something they didn't want him to.
Okay, Ben might be full out lying to himself here but he refuses to believe his dad is one of those nutjobs who actually go after these things. His dad is just a psychic who learned a little too much and now heaven and hell are after him for whatever it is he learned.
The only way to know for sure is if he asked Sheriff Mills outright if she knew his dad and whether or not he's a nutjob.
That doesn't sound like a good choice for him. She'll either lie or flat out ignore him. He'll still be without answers and most likely have even more questions. His curiousity will be piqued even more and next time he won't give up until he has the answers he's really unsure he wants to know. Seriously though, who really, in their right mind, actually wants to know about things that go bump in the night, with monsters, ghouls, demons, ghosts, and angels just laying in wait to ambush you at your slightest misstep.
Then again, Ben seemed to be on his way to joining that very world before his memories got stolen.
He was startled from his thoughts when Maria Marks pounded on the door, yelling at him that if he wants a ride to school, he better hurry his ass up. Ben, in a moment of childish impulse, stuck his tongue out towards the door. He liked them okay but they were not his parents. He missed his small town in Colorado, just outside Colorado Springs, and above all else, he missed his mom.
They had a tradition of going to the local coffee shop, the official hang out of the town, and then they would walk down main street, stopping at shops at every now and then, and have lunch at Ma's Cafe. It was a real mom & pop store that enchanted his mother the second she stepped inside. Ben liked getting free desserts from the kindly woman.
Would his dad let him move back there? Would his dad even have liked Colorado Springs? He just doesn't know enough about his dad to even guess what his likes and dislikes are.
With more strength than he thought he had, Ben shoved all thoughts of his father and his father's potential life to the back of his mind, and got grabbed his bag before taking off downstairs where his foster mother is waiting ever so impatiently for him. He shot her an apologetic look as he hopped into the passenger seat. She rolled her eyes at him but he saw a small smile on her face before she turned serious.
"I'm gonna need you to stay away tonight. Go to a friend's or something but I need you gone until at least ten tonight, got it?" Ben nodded when she glanced at him. "Don't do anything stupid either, you hear? I need things to go smoothly tonight and getting a call about you will ruin my surprise I have for Logan," Maria told him and Ben nodded again.
Maria lost her frown and handed Ben twenty dollars. "Remember, stay out until ten or curfew."
"I will," Ben assured her, pocketing the money. "I have a project I'm working on anyway."
"Good, now we're here, get," she ordered playfully. Ben smiled at her before getting out of the car.
He waved at her when she honked goodbye. Ben shook his head at the thought of them having sex while he's out. He doesn't need that in his head, thank you very much. He looked around for Mr. Evans, the History teacher, Ben likes him and he has a question about last night's essay question on their homework.
Spotting the rather young teacher near the east wing side entrance, Ben jogged towards him before the older man went inside, when he bumped into someone, almost sending the both of them to the ground. Ben reacted quickly and grabbed the other person, steadying them both.
He opened his mouth to apologize but stopped when he saw it was Alex. They stared at each other in shock before Alex recovered first and all but threw herself out of his arms. She glared at him like he did it on purpose. Ben glared back.
"Watch where you're going, Braeden," she sneered. It was rather impressive despite her being paler than a sheet.
Why does she always blanch at the sight of him? Its playing havoc with his self-esteem.
"Whatever, Jones," Ben shot back. "I need to talk to your mom, is she still here or is she already at the station?"
Alex paled even more, Ben swore he could see her entire network of veins on her skin. It's kind of creepy but its still cool. That'd be a cool art project for later on this year. It'd be a bitch to do but it would be worth it when he's done, and if he's lucky, his project could end up in the art fair in the spring. Maybe even earn him the attention of an art scout or something.
"She's talking to the principal," Alex admitted, and she all but ran away from him.
Ben had no intention of talking to Sheriff Mills, it was the only thing he could think of to scare Alex away. Plus, she pissed him off for talking to him like that. What did he ever do to her? What did his dad ever do to her? To both of them.
Seriously, he wants to know why they look at him like he's Damien or the Spawn of Damien. Did his dad do something bad to them or what?
Know what? Whatever. Ben's got other things to worry about, like for instance, his grade in History. If he tanks this paper and the next test, he'll have to do a summer session to make it up, and he doesn't want to do that. He wants to spend the summer looking for his dad.
"Ben," he heard Sheriff Mills call his name softly. Shit. Of course Alex ran right to her. He should have thought of that.
He plastered on a smile, turned around and greeted the older woman. "Hey, Sheriff! What can I do for you?"
"Alex said you wanted to talk to me," Sheriff Mills said, frowning at him slightly. "Is something wrong? Are your foster parents taking good care of you?"
Ben is slightly touched at her concern. He shook his head. "They're fine. I'm fine." He bit his lip as he thought about straight up asking her about his dad. Would she even answer? Only one way to find out. "Do you know my dad?"
Wow. He did not mean to blurt that out. He meant to ask her after school, when she picked up Alex, when he had a polite and well-rehearsed speech. Too late to take it back now.
Sheriff Mills blinked at him. "Uh, I, uh..." the bell rang, cutting her off. "You better get to class, Ben," she told him instead.
Frustrated, Ben stepped in front of her to keep her from walking away from him. He deserves to know, dammit! It's his father.
"No," he said defiantly. "Do you or do you not know my dad? It's a simple yes or no answer, Sheriff."
The sheriff sighed explosively. She looked him right in the eyes, thinking her answer through, and Ben held his breath in anticipation.
"Yes," she admitted after ten minutes. He's late for class but like hell is Ben leaving now, not when he's finally getting some answers.
When she didn't continue, Ben blew out a frustrated breath. "Yes, what? Is that it? Is that all you're going to say? What can you tell me about him? How did you meet him? How did Alex meet him? Do you know where he is? If so, why haven't you told him I'm here? Does he even care that I'm here and on my own?" Ben whispered the last part. His biggest fear right there out in the open. What if his dad doesn't want nor care about him?
Sheriff Mills stared at him with a myriad of expressions before settling on sympathy. She reached out and squeezed his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Ben. I don't know if I should tell your dad about you being here. You're dad's life...it's dangerous in ways you can't understand. For your own safety, I won't tell him you're here," Sheriff Mills told him.
Ben stared at her before shrugging off her hand and shoulder checked her on his way from her. "It's not up to you, Sheriff. He's my dad, not yours, and I'm aware of my dad's world. Angels and demons are after him, they might be after me, but do you get that I don't care? He's all I have left, do you get that? One way or another, I will meet my dad. I'll get my answers with or without your help."
He ignored her calls after him, too pissed off to listen. How dare she keep his dad away from him?
Forget everything he said earlier, whatever his dad is into, Ben's going to find out. He will find him and he will get answers one way or another. He deserves that much.
The rest of the day passed by in a rage filled haze. He doesn't remember what he said or did but he was given a wide berth when the day ended. It was a good thing he didn't have any friends there or he'd have to deal with them as well.
He caught sight of Alex making her way towards the student pick up area, and his simmering anger boiled over. Ben stalked after her, grabbing onto her bag and walked her to the parking lot. Whatever retort Alex undoubtedly had, she swallowed it and let him essentially march her towards her mother. Sheriff Mills paled at the sight of him, it only served to piss him off even more.
"Hiya, Sheriff," he greeted her with a grotesque parody of his usual happy smile. "We need to talk." He shoved Alex into the truck and hopped in after her. "Well, let's go. Unless you want to have this particular talk out in the open where everyone can hear us?"
Sheriff Mills stared at him for a minute, only moving when the car behind them honked. She shot Ben an unhappy look before shifting gear and drove them to her house.
Alex sat rigidly next to him, learning as far away from him as she can. Any other day, Ben would have had fun teasing and tormenting her for acting like a scared kitten but thanks to the Sheriff, that day ain't today. He merely glared at her in retaliation.
The ride was tense and uncomfortable.
Alex damn near crawled over the Sheriff in her haste to get away from him. She bolted into the house, and presumably into her room as he heard a door slam shut. He shot the Sheriff an amused smile.
The Sheriff walked towards her house, knowing Ben would follow. Of course he would. She knows his dad, and more importantly, she knows how to get in contact with him.
Ben took in the homey interior of the house and found himself once more missing his mother like crazy. He shook off the sad thoughts before they could take root. His mom is dead, his dad is not, or at least as far as he knows. He needs to focus on his current mission which is finding his dad. Later he'll cry himself to sleep but not right now. Not now.
"So, you gonna call my dad and tell him I'm here?" Ben asked as he threw his bag and himself onto the couch. "Or I can call him and tell him myself. Either way my dad is going to find out I'm here."
Sheriff Mills stared at him with mild indignation and annoyance. "Who do you think you are, Benjamin Braeden? Who are you to think you can order me around like that, in my house, and treat my daughter like that? You can't touch her like that! She's had a hard life and you treating her like that could send her back to how she was!" Sheriff Mills yelled at him.
Ben merely rolled his eyes at her. "Whatever. You gonna call my dad or am I going to have to do it myself?"
"You have some nerve," she told him. "Let me get my phone."
Ben gestured for her to go ahead and reclined back into the couch. He felt a little bad about how he treated Alex and the Sheriff but they have no right keeping his dad away from him. They wouldn't like it either if he kept someone they loved away from them. See how they like it, and he bets they would react in the same way.
He heard Sheriff Mills talking on her cellphone but she's too far away to make anything out.
Is she talking to his dad?
"Call me back," he hears her say and Ben's heart falls. Just a voicemail.
Sheriff Mills walks back into the living room and sits down in the chair in front of him. "I tried. He didn't pick up. I told him to call me back at his earliest convenience but I wouldn't hold my breath. It could be a while. You're dad is a very busy guy, Ben."
Ben nodded woodenly. He blinked back sudden tears but that didn't help. Before he knew it, he was sobbing heavily into his backpack. He felt so stupid for getting his hopes up at the thought of actually speaking to his dad, of getting his family back, of no longer being alone, and now he's right back where he started. He treated Alex and Sheriff Mills so horribly today, and for what? Nothing. His dad didn't pick up. Maybe he doesn't want Ben, and that's why he didn't answer his phone.
"I'm sorry!" Ben wailed at the Sheriff. "I'm so, so, so sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I am so sorry."
Sheriff Mills stood up and moved to the couch to hug him. "Shh," she shushed him. "It's okay, Ben. Let it out. Just let it out, sweetheart."
Ben cried harder into her shoulder as she gently carded her hand through his hair and rocked him slightly. He didn't know how long he cried there in her house but by the time he gathered himself, it was dark out, and he was exhausted. He felt drained. Emotionally and mentally exhausted from the days events.
"I'm sorry," he whispered again.
"Hush," Sheriff Mills said. "I'm going to go order us some pizza for supper. You must be starving. Is pepperoni okay?" Ben nodded. "Great! I'll go tell Alex we're having pizza. Go wash yourself up and get started on your homework."
"Okay," Ben replied softly. He got up and found the bathroom to wash off his earlier tears. He felt a little better but the feeling of fragileness remained.
"Supper will be here in forty minutes," Sheriff Mills informed him.
Ben nodded at her and got started on his homework. Alex came and sat down at the kitchen table to do her own work. She kept an eye on him, and Ben felt guilty for scaring her.
"I'm sorry," he told her, keeping his eyes on his Algebra homework. "I didn't mean to grab you like that earlier. It wasn't my intention to scare you, Alex. I am truly, deeply sorry for my actions. I just wanted to find my dad."
Alex frowned as she thought his apology through. "I forgive you but I'd like it if you kept away from me for a while."
"I can do that," Ben told her.
Silence passed between them but at least it wasn't as awkward or uncomfortable as it was earlier.
Sheriff Mills returned to the living room wearing civilian clothes. She smiled at the sight of Ben and Alex doing their respective homework. Ben shot her a slight smile before returning his attention back to his math book. He's almost done.
By the time Ben finished his last algebra problem, the bell rang to announce the arrival of their supper. Ben let out a happy whoop at the sound, causing Alex and Sheriff Mills to laugh at him. He blushed but he shot up out of his seat and bounded towards the door. He greeted the pizza delivery man and took the boxes out of the other man's hands and took them into the kitchen, leaving the door open for Sheriff Mills to pay.
Alex cleared off the table to make room for the boxes. She gestured for him to grab the plates from the cupboard, clucking her tongue at him when he opened the wrong one. Ben grabbed three plates out of the cupboard and placed them on the table.
"Thank you, Ben," Sheriff Mills said, pleased.
Ben flushed and ducked his head. He helped himself to the biggest slice he could find in the box and took a hearty bite out of it. He let out a little moan of pleasure at the taste. God, he didn't know how hungry he was until he took a bite. Ben scarfed down six pieces immediately after his first bite and only stopped when he realized he was eating up the pizza that was meant for the three of them. Blushing hotly, Ben quickly put back his seventh slice.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
"It's alright," Sheriff Mills quickly assured him. "Eat up. Alex and I usually don't finish our pizzas on our first night. We usually have leftovers for the next couple of days. Eat as much as you want, Ben. You're doing us a favor by eating most of it."
Ben ducks his head before smiling at her through his lashes. "Okay," he says softly. He grabbed his previously dropped slice and took a bite.
He takes his time on his last slice, he won't eat anymore after his one. Alex might like eating leftover pizza like him and he won't deny her that. He already scared the crap out of her earlier with his behavior, Ben doesn't want to make things worse for her.
"Alex," Ben spoke up. He waited until she made eye contact before continuing, "Is my dad a bad guy? Is that why you and Sheriff Mills look at me like I'm Damien incarnate because my dad did something bad to you guys?"
The silence in the kitchen that was a first relaxed and companionable is now fraught with tension. Alex and Sheriff Mills share a startled look before turning their attention onto Ben.
"What? Ben, no!" Sheriff Mills exclaimed loudly. "Your dad is not a bad guy. He's, uh, he's..." she trails off and looks at Alex. "He's a good man."
"Then tell me his name," Ben said. "That way I can look him up myself and not bother you guys anymore."
Sheriff Mills immediately shook her head. "No, that's not a good idea."
"Why not?"
"Because what your dad does is not exactly on the legal side of the law. What your dad hunts, it can be seen as though he's deranged and unstable. A killer," Sheriff Mills explained as gently as she could. "Sometimes the monsters your dad hunts look human and have human lives."
Ben went still. Hunts? Monsters. A killer. These three words circulate around in his brain, pinging off the walls, knocking memories loose. His dad's a hunter. He was teaching Ben how to research a hunt and how to identify if a murder or accident is hunt related before he left Ben...again! His dad left him before to go after monsters just like he did when Ben was eight.
And that's all he's got. Nothing more but that's enough for now.
"What's my dad's name?" Ben asked again. "Tell me."
Sheriff Mills let out a heavy sigh. She looked like she'd rather be anywhere but here. Tough. This is his dad they're talking about.
"Dean Winchester," Alex spoke up. She was staring at her plate like it had all the answers to life. "Your dad's name is Dean Winchester and your uncle's name is Sam. They're hunters and they saved both of us from monsters. Jody from zombies, and me from vampires."
Ben leaned back against his chair. Dean Winchester. His dad's name is Dean. His uncle's name is Sam. Sam is the reason why his dad left him when he was twelve, because his dad knew there was something wrong with him, and only left to make sure Sam was himself again. But his dad never came back. At least he doesn't think. There are still gaps in his memory. He has a feeling they'll stay like that for now.
"Okay, thanks," Ben said woodenly. "Thanks for supper."
Ben got out of his seat and walked robotically to the living room to gather his things and was out the door, ignoring Sheriff Mills' calls. He needs to think. He can't think with them staring at him like he's about to break.
He didn't where he was going or for how long he's been walking but the sound of a horn going off stopped the white noise in his head. He jerked to a stop and looked around to find out where the hell he is. He's in a park but there are over a dozen in Sioux Falls. He dug into his pockets to grab his phone but found nothing but pocket lint. Shit. He forgot it at Sheriff Mills' house. Well, that's really helpful. He doesn't even know the time to see if he's late for curfew.
Ben can't even walk back the direction he came from. He's all turned around. He just might be spending the night outside. The Marks' won't like that. They'll probably call the Sheriff when he doesn't show up for curfew, and he's prays she'll make up an excuse for him and lie about where he's at. He can't afford to be in trouble right now.
Instead of panicking, Ben closed his eyes and counted his breaths until he calmed down enough to think clearly. When he opened his eyes, Ben found himself a little calmer and a clear head. He could do this. He could find his way back to the Marks' or even back to Sheriff Mills'.
His dad must have taught him tracking skills or something, right? Well, unless they didn't get that far before his dad left him and his mom for "their own safety". Whatever that means.
Dean. His dad's name is Dean. He needs to remember that.
Some people say that the brain automatically remembers which direction he took and makes landmarks along the way, and if he starts retracing his steps in the general direction he came from, hopefully his mind will supply the correct map. He just hopes his memory doesn't "bend the map" and lead him astray by thinking he saw something he really didn't see as a landmark.
He can do this.
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He couldn't do this. He's hopelessly lost. Somewhere, somehow he took a wrong turn, probably should have taken that left turn in Albuquerque. He knew he should have listened to Bugs Bunny but he didn't, and now he's lost.
Where does he go now?
The sound of rustling behind him has Ben tensing on instinct. All the stuff he's been learning finally came back to him, and he felt incredibly stupid for coming out here...in the dark...on his own with no idea how to ward off monsters. Oh yeah, he has the feeling his dad would slap him upside the head, ground him, and make him go over everything he's learned after he finds and rescues him.
A wave of sadness slammed into Ben. He doesn't remember his dad being a dad. He has no memory of Dean acting like a parental figure, only a teacher and friend. What would his dad do if he found out Ben took off like he did?
And speaking of questions, why didn't Sheriff Mills give his dad's number to him? He could have called his dad himself. He bets that if he had been the one to call, his dad would have picked up.
Rustling sounded again, reminding Ben he could quite possibly be in real danger. Either from the supernatural or an equally dangerous human counterpart. Ben found himself reaching into his pocket to grab his knife, the knife he thinks his dad gave him for protection. Probably for this very reason, and if his dad gave him this knife, then his knife must be special and could protect him whatever monster could be out here.
At least he hopes his dad gave it to him. Otherwise he could be fighting a monster with a plain ole stainless steel knife.
"Only silver and iron could harms ghosts and monsters, Ben. That's what this knife is, silver with an iron inlay that's perfectly balanced," his dad -Dean- said with a bright smile. "I sent away the design to a friend to get it made. Happy Birthday, kiddo!"
He presented Ben the knife and then showed him how to hold it and how to use it properly. Ben inhaled and smelled gunpowder, leather, and old spice. It reminded him of home and safety because he knew nothing would ever hurt him as long as he had his dad.
Ben snapped out of the memory, ridiculously happy to have one solid memory of his dad but his grin faded away when he could no longer remember what his dad looked like or how his dad sounded. His dad's face became fuzzy and his voice distorted but the rest of the memory remained untouched. That's not fair!
Before Ben could go into just how unfair that is, the rustling sounded closer and he gripped his knife even tighter, adjusting his grip just like his dad taught him. As adrenaline pumped through his veins, it felt familiar, and oddly enough, it gave him a boost of confidence.
It was almost like he could feel his dad's presence right beside him, whispering encouragement and tips. He knows he could do this.
The sound of snarling and glinting eyes in the bush in front of him told him its a monster. The creature stepped into the moonlight to reveal it looking like a greyhound but with a curved snout and ears that were narrow near the base but widened out towards the tip. It looked weird. He had no idea if his knife could even hurt it. One thing he knew for a certain, there is no way he could run from it. It'd be on him before he got five feet.
Ben shifted to the balls of his feet and the creature snarled at the movement. This is not going to end well for him.
Taking a deep breath, steadying breath, Ben locked eyes with his target and held his knife out to deter it. Maybe its cognizant and understands that Ben is armed and willing to fight for his life...or the thing registered the movement as an act of aggression will go for his throat. Its a dog-like creature, its what they do; going for the jugular to take down its prey.
The sound of a branch breaking startled both Ben and the creature and the creature lunged for Ben. Ben let out a yell and swung his knife even as he threw himself backwards. He felt his knife connect and the creature let out a pained yelp before snarling and lunging again.
Ben used its momentum and kicked it over him as he rolled back up onto his feet in a defensive position. When the creature snarled at him, Ben snarled right back, baring his teeth.
The creature coiled its muscles as he prepared to lunge again when it let out a pained whine as a silver object ripped all the way through its chest. It looked like the tip of a sword, insanely enough, because really. Who carries a sword on them?
Apparently a blonde girl who seems to love eye liner. Like a lot. She looks completely badass though, and tough. Really tough. And most importantly, competent. Also, she's quite attractive, Ben noticed idly as he tried to calm his heartbeat down.
"Is it dead?" Ben managed to get out after trying a couple of times to form words. "Did you kill it?"
The blonde cautiously pulled her sword out from the dog thing and slowly circled it, making sure to put herself between it and Ben. She poked at it and stepped back in case it was playing possum but it only remained lying there.
"I think it's dead," his blonde savior replied. She turned her gaze to him, and asked, "What the hell were you thinking being out here on your own at night with that thing?"
Ben blinked at her before narrowing his eyes in anger. "Like I knew that thing was out here. People said it was a coyote, not some dog/giraffe thing prowling around the woods. Give me a break. If I knew it was a weird hybrid I would have stayed with the Sheriff."
She shot him an unimpressed look. "At least you wounded it," she observed. She walked closer to the creature and used her sword to roll it over. "What kind of knife did you use?"
"I don't know. My dad got it made for me. Silver and iron is all I know."
The blonde hummed as she stabbed the creature through the head. At Ben's look, she answered, "Just to be sure. I haven't been doing this for very long."
"Hunting?" Ben asked.
The blonde nodded. "I've only killed an angel before this thing. What is it? It looks like a science experiment gone wrong. Frankenstein wrong."
Ben shrugged. "I dunno. Looks Egyptian or something. Somewhere around there. I'm going to have to consult my books to be sure. Or maybe the internet. Wait," Ben said as her statement registered. "You killed an angel? Like a real angel. One from Heaven, the winged dick types of angel?"
The blonde gave him this amused smile before nodding. She looked proud, and she should be.
"Can you show me how to kill one?" Ben asked hopefully. That woman's warnings ringing loud in his mind. If they're after his dad, they'll be after him too, and now there's this girl who actually killed one. It's like fate is finally smiling down at him.
She grimaced. "I only managed to kill it because it was distracted by your dad."
"Okay, but you - what?" Ben stuttered. His dad? "My dad? You've met him? Is he okay? How did you meet him? Is he with you? How do you know I'm his son?"
The blonde only answered his last question. "Because you look like him," she replied, the duh fully implied but Ben didn't care.
"Is he okay?"
"As far as I know."
"Is he here with you?"
"Nope. They sent me here to Jody Mills. They said she'd help me with hunting."
"How'd you meet?"
"That's a story for another time. Come on, let's get you out of here before someone shows up and starts asking question we can't answer without sounding insane," his savior said, grabbing his arm and dragging him away from the creature's body.
Ben's mind is in chaos. Every single one of this thoughts shouting at him to be heard but one thought is shouting louder than the others: He looks like his dad. It's such a small thing but it means the world to Ben. It's like he has connection with his dad he didn't know, which is stupid, he knows but now he feels closer to his dad.
He didn't even notice where his savior is taking him but he trusted her to keep him safe and for him to not trip over his feet.
They found the road. Ben only noticed when a car honked and his name is being called. Ben blinked and found Sheriff Mills getting out of her car with a look of relief.
"Ben!" She shouted as she ran up to him and pulled him into a hug. "Oh, thank God. I thought something happened to you."
Ben squirmed out of her embrace and moved to stand by his savior. Sheriff Mills narrowed her eyes at the newcomer, her hand falling casually to her gun.
"Who are you?" Sheriff Mills asked.
"I'm Claire. Claire Novak. Sam and Dean sent me to you," his savior -Claire- responded. "And I just saved Dean Winchester's son from a monster. Bang up job protecting him there, Sheriff."
Ben bit his lip to keep from laughing at the Sheriff's expression. He knows this isn't the time but later, when he's safely tucked away in his room, Ben is going to laugh his ass off. He just prays he isn't in trouble for taking off like he did.
The Sheriff shook her head as if to clear it. "Come on then, get in the truck. I'm taking the both of you back to my place where we're going to have a long talk. Starting with you, Claire."
"Sounds good to me," Claire responded with a little bit of an attitude.
Oh, Ben likes her. He wonders if she'll be more willing to talk about his dad than the Sheriff and Alex.
Claire! Personally, I like Claire, and I can totally see her, Ben, and Krissy becoming some badass hunters together. I'll prolly introduce Krissy in the next couple of chapters.
What do you guys think so far?