Holy crap! I swore I posted this last week. My bad, people. My bad.
Nothing. There is nothing unusual about the supposedly "haunted" house.
There has been no more ghost sightings by the children and the malevolent presence that once enshrouded the house is gone as well. There is nothing scary or paranormal about that house. In fact, in the last week, there has been perspective buyers hoping to buy and renovate the house back to its former glory.
Ben's been gone for a week.
A week of Claire and Jody searching endlessly for the missing Winchester and have come up empty. Maria and Logan Marks have been hounding her incessantly for the whereabouts of their foster child. Jody's actually been brought up on kidnapping charges. She'd been cleared but the fact that she lost Ben didn't change.
The Marks have a restraining order on her that states she is to stay away from them and Ben, should he be found. Claire and Alex have been warned to stay away from Ben as well.
Any further attempts at getting in contact with Dean have gone unanswered. His number has been disconnected and Sam's phone keeps sending them to voicemail. Whatever it is that the boys are hunting must be pretty major if they're ignoring her hundreds of phone calls to them. She even tried contacting the angel Castiel but that hasn't gone anywhere either. Claire's even tried but it's radio silence from the Winchester boys and their angel.
Dean is going to kill her when he finally answers his damn phone.
Jody managed to get in touch with Garth Fitzgerald but he has come up empty in his attempts at finding Ben. He went through all his contacts but no one knows how to find Ben, not even a tracking spell is working.
It's like Ben disappeared off of the face of the Earth. He's just . . . gone.
If he was dead, they would have found his body, the tracking spell would have shown them where it would be, but they haven't found anything. Which is good. It means Ben's still alive somewhere.
"Do you think them being in incommunicado is because of that aftershock of powerful magick we felt earlier last week?" asked Claire. She'd been torn up by guilt. Claire blamed herself for losing Ben and nothing Jody said could change her mind.
"It's entirely possible," Jody admitted, "but if that's true, then we're on our own in finding Ben. I just - I just don't know where to look. He could be anywhere."
Alex watched Jody and Claire talk themselves into circles for the umpteenth time. They were no closer to finding Ben than they were yesterday. He's just gone. They might need to accept that they might never find him. She's known creatures that hide their victims in places that are damn near impossible to get to. Ben could be in any number of places. They might never see him again. Alive or dead.
Jody and Claire's exhausted faces had Alex spending as much time as she could out of the house. They needed help but any help they find hasn't been living up to the "helpful" part. Apparently hunters suck at old fashioned search and rescue.
Give them dead bodies with peculiar marks, they could solve it easy as pie but have them try to find a missing person, they suck. They run around like chickens with their head chopped off.
The ghost that took Ben? It vanished the day it took him and there has been no sighting since. To make things worse, because it's the Winchester Way, none of the people that saw the ghost can agree what she looked like.
The ghost was blonde (brunette? red head?) woman who had pitch black (no eyes?) and she had a horrible scream (wail). Not even the children could properly remember what it looked like.
Jody and Claire were running themselves ragged trying to find Ben Winchester.
Alex thinks they should just give up and accept that Ben is gone and that they'll never find him. It'll be easier to deal with the pain now than it will be later. She knows from experience.
"I just wish the people of Riptide could agree on what that damn ghost looks like," Jody growled in frustration. "That way we know what to look for."
"I know," Claire snapped, "but they don't so move on and think of another idea."
Jody scoffed. "Like you're coming up with any bright ideas, Novak."
"I have one."
"We're not driving out to see Sam and Dean."
"But -"
"But nothing. We can't bother them now. What if whatever's keeping them from calling us back is huge, like Godzilla size huge? I'd rather them focus on the Big Bad while we do our damnedest to find Ben."
Claire glared so hard her face started to turn red.
"We need a more experienced hunter," Claire offered. "I mean, no offense, Jody, but you're pretty green. From what Alex told me, the few hunts you've been on, Sam and Dean swooped in and saved you from getting killed. We need someone who knows what they're doing."
Jody pursed her lips in thought.
"What about that Garth guy?" asked Claire.
Jody shook her head. "He's out of the hunting business. Won't say why though. Beside's, he's helped all he could."
Claire slumped in defeat.
"Do we give up then?"
Silence fell, and none of the women could look at each other. Not even Alex. It's one thing to think it, or say it, but to actually give up on Ben, is completely different.
"Let's - Let's just go to bed," Jody said instead. "It's too late to do anything anyway. We'll - We'll think of something else tomorrow."
Claire and Alex nodded and followed the sheriff to their respective rooms. Alex pushed any thought of Ben from her mind and fell into a deep slumber as soon as her head hit the pillow, while Claire laid in her bed for hours, her mind on her missing friend. It's her fault, she knows it is, no matter what Jody says. She's the oldest. It was her job to look after Ben, and she failed horribly.
"I won't stop looking for you, Ben," Claire promised the air. "I won't. No matter what Jody or Alex says. I promise."
BW
Bright light. That's all Ben can see through squinted eyes. It's warm though. The light, the air around him, it's warm, comforting even. Every time he tries to move, the woman appears and croons him back to sleep.
"You're safe," she says in that melodious voice of hers. "Sleep, Ben Winchester. It's almost time. Sleep."
And Ben does. Why wouldn't he trust that voice? She knows his dad, and his dad wouldn't let anything bad hurt him. Especially monsters. His dad kills monsters and ghosts. They're afraid of his dad. Plus, his dad promised he'd keep them away from Ben. He promised, and his dad won't break this promise to him.
"Sleep, Little Winchester. I'll keep you safe from Her."
BW
Three weeks and still no sign of Ben. Claire and Jody scoured every inch of the house and the town of Riptide. They found nothing strange beyond people's memories going fuzzy about the house and the haunting. It's like something is blotting it out; wiping it away like Ben's memories.
Are the two related?
Eventually Jody was forced to return to work while Claire had to return to he studies to get her GED. Their hearts weren't in it though.
School gets out next week, and time keeps moving on.
Logan and Maria loathe her and the girls. They can't even be in the grocery store the same time as them. The whole town seems to be turning against them, and Jody can't blame them. The Marks' trusted her to keep their foster son safe, they trusted her to bring him home, and they trusted her to always be there for Ben, and she failed on such an epic level.
Jody should have never agreed to teach Ben and Claire how to hunt.
BW
Far away in Seattle, Krissy Chambers is enjoying her stolen dinner of a loaded bacon cheeseburger and fries she took from an open car window. Seriously, some people are just plain stupid.
Her former housemates were in the wind. They couldn't handle dealing with the guilt and anger of being manipulated by a supernatural creature. Krissy shrugged it off and continued hunting. It's the only thing she knows how to do and it's the only thing she has left as a reminder of her father. There are moments when she's tempted to call Dean Winchester. He's the only person - outside of her dad but he's dead now - that actually cares about her.
He's a dork but he cares about her and that's all she cares about. Days like today, it's when the urge is strong, her finger hovers over Dean's contact information. Just one press and she knows Dean'll come after her.
The thought warms her and stills her finger. She's not ready yet. She still has a job to do.
There's been reports of a haunting relatively new construction. Witnesses say a blonde woman has been spotted in the apartment when no one is in there. It's pretty mild. The ghost so far has only scared the previous occupants away and kept others from moving in.
Krissy did her research and no one has died in or around the house since it's been built. So that means this ghost is attached to something the original owner brought and left in the house. That doesn't really narrow it down but since everyone else is afraid to enter the apartment, it'll be easy for Krissy to go in and investigate without fear of running into anyone.
The ghost does seem to favor the master bedroom. That'll be the first place Krissy'll look once she's done eating. Better to do the job at night than in the day where she can be seen.
With that in mind, Krissy polished off her food and made her way to her next job. If she finishes off this ghost, she might have a place to bunk down in for the night, or even the next few nights. She's a little sick of sleeping on the streets or in shelters. Neither place is comfortable or particularly safe.
Krissy found the apartment with ease. Check out the ghost, get a positive identification, look up said ghost, find grave, and salt and burn it. Easy as cake. Or pie, she added with a grin at imagining Dean's expression. He's such an old man.
Chuckling, Krissy hopped the fence that guarded the new apartments and picked the lock to get inside the haunted domicile. Krissy grinned wider at Dean's expression now. He would have definitely shared a look with his brother Sam before turning back to stare at her in surprise. He would have made some quip about her using some college level words that would have had Sam rolling his eyes so hard Krissy would have worried about them rolling right out of the socket.
God, she missed them. Not that she'd ever admit it out loud, but she did.
Krissy entered the surprisingly clean apartment. It looked like it'd been recently dusted but that's impossible. No one living had been in or around the apartment. So, who has been cleaning the place?
Not good.
Instincts told her to leave right the fuck now but she caught sight of the master bedroom door and it called to her like a siren song. She found herself moving towards the bedroom without conscious thought. She had to go inside. Someone's waiting for her in there.
The door opened on its own and a bright white light emanated from the heart of the room. Krissy walked towards it, allowing herself to be drawn in. The light wrapped itself around Krissy, all warm and comforting, and a blonde woman appeared.
"Hello, Krissy," the woman greeted with a warm smile. "My name's Jo. Take my hand and come with me." Jo held her hand out for Krissy to take. "I need your help with something."
Krissy hesitated.
"It has to deal with Dean," Jo said, pulling out her trump card.
Krissy took Jo's hand without hesitation. Anything for Dean.
BW
Ben felt the light shift and it woke him up. He still couldn't see anything but the warmth of the light kept him from freaking out. The lady said his dad is waiting for him but just not yet.
"Ben," Jo crooned in a soft voice, "I need you to wake up, sweetie."
Ben groaned and tried to snuggle back into the soft downy sheets he's been sleeping in. He shook his head and tried to go back to sleep.
"Wake up, Little Winchester," Jo urged with a fond grin. He's just like his dad. "It's about your dad." That got Ben moving to sit up.
"Is my dad here?" asked Ben, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Can I go home yet?"
Jo shook her head. "No, sweetie. He's not here yet. It's still not time, but I have someone I need you to go with. I'm starting to attract the attention of someone dangerous. The person I'm sending you with, she'll keep you safe for me. You're dad knows her and trusts her."
"No!" Ben shouted. "You said my dad will come and get me! You promised! I want my daddy!"
Jo felt her heart break for Ben. "I'm so sorry, sweetie, but I can't keep you here anymore. Some - Someone noticed that I'm keeping you here. If I don't get you out of here this instant, She'll come and take you away."
Ben didn't care. He wanted his dad.
"I want to go back to sleep," Ben cried plaintively.
"I'm so sorry, Ben," Jo whispered brokenly. She grabbed Ben's hand and pulled him hard to her and she used her other hand to grab Krissy Chamber's hand to link them together. Jo pressed one last kiss into Ben's hair and sent them both back to the apartment she commandeered as a safe place for the two teens.
"You owe me big time, Dean Winchester. I'm risking my eternity of peace with mom and Ash for you. You better thank me when we finally meet again, you jackass."
BW
Ben woke up in a room that wasn't his, and he found a brunette sleeping next to him. According to his last memory, if there had been a girl sleeping next to him, she would have been blonde, and she would have punched him for watching her sleep.
Where is he?
Carefully, Ben got out of bed, he didn't want to wake up the brunette until he absolutely had to. She might be dangerous.
It's light out. So, day, obviously. He should look out the window to figure out where he's at because he has a feeling he's not in North Dakota anymore. The air feels different. Like it's . . . not humid but it has the taste of salt. So, definitely not North Dakota.
Just look out the window, dumbass.
Yeah, he should do that. The voice sounded suspiciously a lot like Claire.
Ben inched his way to the drawn blinds. His fingers shook so bad he had a hard time getting a grip on the white string to pull the blinds open. This is ridiculous. It's just a window. There's nothing to be afraid of a window for, well, unless you're Alice and window is a cleverly disguised Looking Glass, then he'd certainly have something to worry about; like losing his head level worry.
Gathering what courage he could find, Ben pulled as hard as he could on the cord and the blinds were ripped off from the force.
Ben blinked in disbelief at what he found on the other side of the window. That is - That . . . he can't be in Seattle. How the hell did he get all the way to Seattle? The last thing he remembers is a bright light, warmth, and a voice he couldn't help but trust.
"What the fu-?" Ben cut himself off.
His voice! He can speak now. How long was he in that light? With what's her name? God, her name is on the tip of his tongue. Beautiful blonde who seemed to know him.
She said she knew his dad.
That's why he followed her.
"Jo," Ben said aloud, the name finally coming to him.
Movement from the bedroom had Ben turning around and placing the rather industrial looking coffee table between them, just in case. The brunette girl stumbled into the living with a befuddled look. She stopped when she saw Ben standing on the other side of the room.
Her face changed into something fierce and dangerous. Ben knew without a doubt she could kill him without breaking a sweat.
"Who are you?" she demanded. Her hand went behind and she pulled out a pretty scary looking knife. Ben is so out of his league here, it'd be laughable if he wasn't so terrified he'd get stabbed for laughing.
"My - My name is . . . is, uh, Ben. My name is Ben. Ben W-Br-aeden. Ben Braeden," Ben stuttered out. "I have no idea how I got here."
The brunette glared at him suspiciously but she didn't shoot forward to kill him with her scary knife, so, Ben called that a win.
"Ben what?" Krissy asked again. He almost said something else.
"Braeden," Ben repeated. "That's my last name."
"Are you sure?" Krissy questioned. "You almost said something else. What were you going to say?"
Ben shrugged. "I don't remember."
Krissy frowned in annoyance. She twirled the knife threateningly, hoping to scare the kid into speaking the truth.
"I swear I don't remember!" Ben all but screeched. "I have a really shitty memory concerning my dad. I go by my mom's maiden name."
Okay, Krissy believes him now. The amount of fear in his voice convinced her he's telling the truth.
"Come out from beneath the light," Krissy ordered. She can't really see his face. The way he holds himself is familiar but she just can't place why, and when Ben Braeden moved out of the light, it took everything in her to keep her grip on her knife.
He looks like a carbon copy of Dean Winchester, except Ben had brown eyes where Dean had green.
The woman, Jo, she said she needed help with something concerning Dean, and now she knows what. Dean never spoke about having a son, but then again, if she had a kid, she'd want to keep them a secret too. Too many monsters and demons out there that would love to use a kid as leverage, and Dean has the biggest and baddest enemies out there. If they found out about Ben, there's nothing Dean wouldn't do to protect his son.
"Okay, okay," Krissy murmured to herself. "Name's Krissy, nice to meet you, baby Winchester. I think we need to have a nice long talk, yeah?"
Ben let out a groan. Great, someone else to call him baby Wi-whatever. Dammit! Just let him friggin' remember his dad's last name!
"Fine, but let's order pizza. I'm freaking hungry."
Krissy laughed. "You're paying."
"Of course I am," Ben muttered despairingly. "But first, I need to call a certain sheriff."
Krissy tilted her head. "What sheriff?"
"Sheriff Jody Mills," Ben relied distractedly. He can't seem to find his phone. He knew he had it on him when Jo took him. "Do you have your phone?"
After a thorough search of her persons, Krissy came up empty on the phone she knew she had when she entered the not-so-haunted apartment.
"It seems I do not have my phone," Krissy told the baby Winchester. She found herself staring at Ben in curiosity. He looked so much his dad it was spooky. She can even see a little bit of Sam in him as well, it's in the way he holds himself. Strong yet sympathetic, that's the little bit of Sam she sees in Ben, but he has that patented Winchester confidence about him. The one that even though they're in over their head, they don't show it.
Ben is showing that right now. She can see just how terrified and lost he is but he's keeping it down, just like his dad and uncle.
It's a little bizarre.
"Maybe the landline'll work," Krissy suggested with a nod toward the corded phone. Jesus. Talk about old. She bets the original owners were hipsters or something. Someone who likes old school crap like corded-freaking-phones. At least it's not the spinney kind of phone, the kind her great-grandmother had in her ancient house way back when. God, she can't even remember the visit that well.
Ben went over to inspect the old ass phone. "At least it's not a rotary phone," he said wryly.
"A what?"
"A rotary phone," Ben repeated. At Krissy', confused look, he explained, "One of those phones with the circular dial with holes in it. You have to put your finger in one of the holes of the number desired and spin it to the top, and so on and so forth until you've dialed your number."
Oh. "Oh, that's what those are called. How'd you know that?"
Ben shrugged. "My mom liked old things. I had to use one of those phones when I was younger for about three months."
"Huh."
"Yeah."
With a little trepidation, Ben picked up the corded phone and held it to his ear to see if it had a dial tone. He's pleasantly surprised to hear one. Yay for some good news.
Ben patiently dialed the Sheriff's number and waited for her to pick up but a loud, shrill noise emanated from the phone that had Ben dropping it and holding his ear in pain. Even Krissy clamped her hands over her ears to block out the sound. Fumbling, Ben grabbed the receiver and slammed it back down on the hook and quieted the noise.
"Oh, thank god," Ben muttered. He massaged his poor ear. "What the hell was that?"
"As if I'd know," Krissy snapped.
Ben held his hands up in surrender. "Geez, I know. It was rhetorical."
Now Krissy felt foolish. She can't be taking her temper out on Dean's kid. Dear god, Dean had a kid. It still boggles the mind. She doesn't think she'll ever get used to the idea.
"Sorry. I'm still freaked out about this whole thing," she said, gesturing to the room in general. Ben nodded in agreement. "So, I'm thinking it wasn't coincidental that noise sounded just as you called your sheriff person."
"Yeah, I'm thinking so, too," Ben sighed. This is just friggin' great. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "You wouldn't happen to have an adult with you, would you?"
Krissy shook her head.
"Of course not because that is my luck lately." Ben grabbed the old phone and threw it across the room. Plaster flew everywhere both from the phone line being torn from the wall and the phone crashing into another wall.
Krissy didn't even flinch nor did she judge him. She had the urge to do the same thing. Sometimes violence is the best medicine when confronted with just how shitty and messed up the world is, and at how unfair things seem to be. And since Ben is a Winchester, he has the worse end of the stick in this kind of things.
"My dad was killed," Krissy admitted softly, "and I was lost for a while but your dad helped me figure out some things. I owe him a debt, and it seems that debt is you."
Ben slumped against the white quartz breakfast bar.
"I think we should stay here for a day or so until we figure things out before leaving," Krissy suggested but in all actuality ordered. Ben nodded. "And since you tore out the phone, we now have to walk to a pizza place and order there and wait for it."
Nothing from Ben.
"Let's go." She grabbed Ben by the arm and made him follow her.
They ordered a large supreme and got a six-pack of Pepsi. Ben shelled out the money without complaint, his brow furrowed kind of adorably in thought. Their food will take about twenty minutes but they could wait by the window with those little cafe style tables and tiny chairs that look like they're meant for a child's tea party.
Krissy tentatively sat down on the teeny tiny chairs while Ben just dropped down with his full weight down on them without care. He eyed the phone on the counter. Krissy kicked him to get his attention and shook her head. Who knows what'll happen if he tries to call his sheriff again.
She has a theory but she doesn't think Ben is ready to hear it just yet.
"Do you know this Jo woman?" Krissy asked hesitantly. Ben's muteness is a little off-putting. Ben shook his head. "What about the name? Does that sound familiar at least?" Ben shook his head again. "Dammit," she muttered to herself.
"Look her up," Ben mumbled.
"On what? No phones remember?" Krissy shook her head at him in mock despair.
"Then steal one," Ben whispered.
Smart for keeping his voice low, Krissy thought with an approving grin.
"And what makes you think I know how to lift a phone?" Krissy asked with a curious frown. "Why can't you do it?"
Ben leaned in close. "Because I don't know how. The Sheriff hadn't taught me that yet. Or ever. And don't act like you know how to either. I have a feeling all hunters know how to lift, grift and pick locks. I bet my dad and uncle does as well." Krissy shrugged at him nonchalantly. "Just steal us a phone to use for a little bit and then we'll drop the phone off at the local PD."
"Why can't we just keep it?" Krissy all but whined. "We need a phone, Baby Winchester."
Krissy really needs to stop saying his dad's last name because every time she does, white noise fills his ears and it's really annoying. All he hears is her calling him 'baby' and that is weird for him. He barely knows her. ...He doesn't know her at all, actually.
"Because," Ben said slowly, like he would to a child, "it's wrong. It's not our phone."
Krissy harrumphed at him. "You make look like your dad but you sure as hell don't act like him."
"Thanks," Ben shot back. "I think."
"Large supreme for a Ben Braenden?" the cashier called out.
Ben nodded towards the old couple dining on a veggie pizza while he got up to get their order. Krissy sidled over to the couple, pretending to look at the flyers decorating the far wall, she made idle chit chat with them when she got close enough to draw their attention away from the lift. Ben's a little surprised at how charming she is. Must be a hunter thing. Or it's an actual facet of her personality and she only pulls it out when she needs it. Or it's just him she acts different around.
He really just does not know.
Ben grabbed the pizza and bag that's holding their six-pack of pop off the counter and made his way towards Krissy, who extricated herself from the old couple and pulled Ben in for a kiss.
"Roll with it," she whispered into his ear, her breath sent shivers through his body as goosebumps erupted all over his body. "They think we're on a date. Just smile and give me another kiss."
Why not? It's her story to sell.
Ben smiled at her and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. He turned and greeted the old couple who shooed them off with knowing smiles. Ben's blush was not faked, especially when Krissy grabbed the bag with the pop and laced their free hands together.
"Bye!" she said cheerfully and waved their linked hands at old couple waved back and chuckled at each other.
They kept their hands linked until they were almost at the apartment complex. Ben studiously looked anywhere but in Krissy's direction, but he can feel her amusement radiating off of her like a heat wave. He blushed again, earning an amused chuckle from the huntress. It sounded suspiciously like the kind of laugh Claire would make at him when she thought he acted stupidly.
Do all girls have this secret power of making men feel like idiots or is it just him? Is he the only one acting like an idiot with Claire and Krissy? Does the other men in their life act like him or is he just special?
He has the horrible feeling it's the latter.
Krissy used the stolen phone to look up any dead blonde girls in the past decade, just to be safe. Mainly because neither of them know when she died or how she knew Ben's dad.
The huntress scrolled through the phone looking for their ghost.
"This is going to take a while, isn't it?" Ben asked rhetorically.
Krissy shot him a grin but otherwise kept scrolling. Their ghost was out there somewhere. They just had to find the right place.
"You try looking under 'Death by suspicious circumstances,'" Ben suggested but quieted under the heat of Krissy's glare, and she shot back, "I am, genius. Do you have any idea just how many bizarre deaths there in the continental U.S.?"
Ben shook his head.
"A shit load." Krissy pinched the bridge of her nose to stave off the oncoming migraine. "Any ideas how when your father traveled with an attractive blonde?"
Ben shook his head. "No clue."
"How do you not know?"
"The Sheriff and Claire think it's a spell or some other form of magick."
"Wait. What?" Krissy looked up from the phone to stare at him. "What?" she repeated.
"I thought . . . Jo would have told you about me," Ben said slowly.
"Well, she didn't," Krissy snapped. "Start talking."
Ben stared at the pizza and Pepsi longingly. Taking a deep breath, hoping to get it done as soon as possible so he could friggin' eat already, Ben launched into his tale of woe and memory loss. He told her how he could never remember his dad's or his uncle's name. As soon as he'd hear their names, or anything related to them, he'd forget it within the next millisecond. Sometimes he never even noticed the memory reset.
He tells her of how he's slowly starting to remember and retain some things of his dad, of their life together because he's pretty sure at one point his dad lived with him and his mom. He's not sure though. But it would solve the year of - wrong? weird? - not quite right memories. He told her of how he's slowly, slowly starting to remember his dad and of their time together.
Krissy stopped looking for Jo and stared at Ben, gobsmacked. The poor guy. Sometimes she wished she could forget her dad but seeing Ben looking lost and seeing the yearning on his face, no, she'd rather have her memories of her dad than have nothing at all.
"So, you think this magick on your memory is starting to lose its power or ...?" Krissy trailed off to let Ben fill in the blank.
"I don't know," Ben admitted softly, "but I have this really vague memories and sometimes I know I dream about him. Its just . . . when I wake up, they're gone. Leaving behind only the emotions I felt in the dream. I had a nightmare about my dad. It was so bad I screamed and screamed for so long and so loudly, I shredded my vocal chords. Wherever I was, it was long enough for them to heal. When Jo - When she took me, my vocal chords were still healing. I wasn't talking yet. I have no idea how long I've been gone or where I've been."
Ben flopped down on the surprisingly comfy couch in exhaustion.
"And I'm freaking hungry! Can I eat yet?" he asked in a pissy tone. Other than calling him on it, Krissy nodded permission, not that Ben really needed it but she understood he was done talking and wanted to move on from the topic.
"I have some books to look through but it sounds like it's angel related," Krissy told him. "I don't know much about angels, other than one of them seems to follow your dad around like a lovestruck puppy."
An idea hit Krissy but she kept it too herself. She doesn't think Ben would react kindly to finding out his dad's pet angel might be the one who put the memory whammy on him.
That's an explosion she'd rather not be on the receiving end of.
The Sheriff might be more suited to receive his wrath than her. Sheriff who, though?
Krissy ran through the list of people Sam and Dean mentioned in passing. She's coming up with nada. She can't recall whether or not the brothers have ever mentioned a cop as a friend and it's bugging her. Whoever this person is must be pretty close to them for Dean to entrust his son to her to watch over.
(Seriously. Dean has a friggin' son! She's not getting over that anytime soon.)
"What's the angel's name?" Ben asked curiously. "I wanna see if I can remember that name at least."
That shouldn't hurt anything.
"His name's Castiel."
Ben frowned as he rolled the name around his head, waiting to see if the name would flit away or fade or something. He flapped a hand at Krissy to ask the name again, but she only shot him a funny look and gestured back at him then shrugged her shoulders at him. Ben flapped his hand a little more aggressively. Krissy returned the gesture just as aggressively.
"What are you doing, you weirdo?" Krissy demanded, sick of their bizarre game of charades.
Ben grunted in frustration. "Ask me the angel's name."
Krissy stared at him oddly but asked anyways. "What's your dad's angel's name?"
"Castiel." The name came easily. "Well, that's just not fair."
Krissy giggled at his pouting face.
"I can remember the stupid angel's name but not my dad's?!" Ben turned around and punched a wall in frustration. "Why him? Why his name?"
The huntress gave an insouciant shrug at the wannabe hunter.
"So," Krissy started, "want me to teach you how to properly hunt until we figure out what to do?"
Ben stared at the hole he put in the wall and gave a 'why not' shrug and nodded his head.
"Sounds good to me."
Krissy clapped her hands together and gave him an evil smile. "Excellent! I get to train a Winchester in the art of hunting. This is going to be so. Much. Fun."
The ants crawling down his spine has absolutely nothing to do with the way Krissy is smiling at him. Nope. No siree.
Ah, shit. He's so screwed.
Krissy's finally here! Yay!