As he plunged downward, he heard Dean shout something at him. Glancing back up, he momentarily caught Dean smirking at him just as he hit the water. The water was cold, making him gasp out in shock. An intake of water made him cough, but he didn't worry too much. The sweat and seamen was being washed away as he felt his body starting to drift down stream slowly. Moment's later, he noticed a large disturbance in the water that was a bit further upstream. The sound carried down to him, and he caught Dean's voice saying something like, "blell yeab!" which he took to "hell yeah!" Smiling, he pushed off the creek bed and surfaced in a burst of speed. Taking in a large breath of air he watched for Dean to surface ahead of him. Instead, he was tugged under a bit and turned to see Dean with his cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk storing an acorn.
Reaching forward, he nipped at one of Dean's nipples. The air was in his mouth burst out as Dean laughed with amusement. Finally, they surfaced together, Dean chuckling and himself grinning like mad. The made their way to the creek bank, momentarily slowing as their feet touched the rocks below them, which hurt if they slipped on them the wrong way. Finally, they crawled onto the bank and looked directly across from where they were sitting. From this angle, the cliff was much taller than it had appeared earlier. Still, as the sun beamed down on them, he didn't have any regrets. For some reason, he felt lonely this far away from Dean. Shaking his head, he scooted over until his hips rested against Dean's. There, he leaned his head on his shoulder while wrapping an arm around his chest. Sighing, he looked up as Dean chuckled at him. Leaning down, Dean planted a soft kiss on his temple and laid back his elbows.
Dean began to shift in his spot, and his elbows moved around for several moments before he became still. The gravel must have hurt his body where he settled originally, so he adjusted until he was comfortable. Deciding to copy him, he maneuvered his own body so he could lay next to Dean. Almost all the rocks that made up the creek bank had been bleached by the sun into a uniform pale color. Normally, these rocks where grey, blacks, and brown in color. Dean's tan body stood out like an island in a sea of water. Looking down at his own body, he noticed that though he wasn't as light of color as the surrounding rocks, he was nowhere near as tan as Dean. At least he was growing taller and the beginnings of muscles were starting to become evident all over his body.
Feeling content, he rolled sideways and met Dean's eye. An eyebrow raised itself when he closer and licked Dean's nipple. Snorting, Dean pushed him back, but he was no longer a little kid that couldn't fight back. Shifting himself into a squatting position, he took hold of Dean's arm and yanked it toward him with as much force as he could muster. Unexpectedly, he felt himself fall back into the creek, with Dean being pulled on top of him. Having finally warmed up and dried off from their dip earlier, the water felt like ice. Gasping, he choked on water for a few moments before Dean's tongue occupied his mouth. Dean's large hands reached down and ran across his ribs, tickling him like crazy. Breaking free, he dived down lower and came up beneath Dean's legs. Suddenly hands gripped onto his shoulders as he used as much force as he could and broke the surface, with Dean sitting on him.
Surprisingly, the weight wasn't too much, and he was able to easily move around through the water. After a few moments of this, he began to feel fatigue, and he stumbled a couple of times. Getting the hint, Dean slid off his back dropped down directly behind him. Large arms wrapped around him and pulled him in closer, but it wasn't play, it was more of a sensual action. He leaned back into Dean, letting his eyes slowly close as he sighed. Dean chuckled behind him and felt the lower half of his body rise to float on the surface as Dean's fingers kept him horizontal until he was able to float without any help. For some reason, he had a strange feeling something was watching them. Raising his head, he lost the balance needed to float, and he halfway submerged until he stopped himself. Looking around, he didn't see anything out of the ordinary.
Dean had floated as well, but as he noticed his mood had changed, he immediately copied him. Close enough to the bank, Dean was able to stand and look around. When Dean apparently didn't detect anything wrong, he glanced at him with a questioning face. He could feel something different near them, but couldn't figure out what it was. Frowning, he glanced over at Dean with a concerned look. Dean rushed over to him, keeping him close, but didn't speak, just listened intently. Glancing down at him, he raised an eyebrow, but he couldn't answer him. Turning his head, he noticed the deer downstream had re-emerged from the tree line and were grazing. As he watched them, their heads popped up and they seemed to be looking at the forest that separated them from a ridge-line just north of the field in front of himself and Dean. Though he couldn't hear anything, the deer raised their tails and dashed into the woods, and Dean's body stiffened beside him. He jumped as he felt Dean wrap his hand around his arm and pulled him along until they were at the holes in the cliff that lead upwards.
"Go." he said simply, not taking his eyes off the far treeline. Wanting to know what was going on, he began to open his mouth, but heard a loud rumbling in the distance. Instead, he began to climb in earnest. He kept trying to look over his shoulder, but almost lost his grip a couple of times. So he focused on the holes and found he made it to the top of the cliff much faster. Peering across the way from atop the high cliff, he made out shadowy movements from under the trees.
"Get to the truck." he heard Dean call. The he was still alarmed, Dean's voice wasn't panicked or scared, just cautious. He dashed over to the tree and grabbed the blanket. Tossing it into the truck bed, he opened the cab door and slid in. Dean wasn't but a couple seconds later until he was inside as well. As Dean started the truck, he turned and looked behind them. The view was largely blocked by the large tree that they done it under, but he was able to make out something walking along the far tree line. He couldn't make out any more details except that it was upright, and had light-colored hair, either blond or a light brown. Dean shifted into drive, and they were off on their way back to the house. He still didn't have a clue what had just happened. Turning his head, he studied Dean's expression, trying to gauge his mood.
Glancing at him, Dean gave him a half-smile and reached his hand over and wrapped it around his thigh. Giving a small tug, he took it to mean that Dean wanted him closer. Grinning, he scooted over so far that their thighs touched. Though earlier this might have turned him on, at the moment, he just felt reassured that he was safe. Shifting his upper body, he laid his head on Dean's shoulder and let out a relieved sigh. Hearing a chuckle, he lifted his head and stared at Dean seriously. Once Dean saw his face, the chuckling and smiling ended immediately. Acting as if to bring the truck to a stop, he paused in lowering his foot over the break, and checked the rear view mirror, then moved it back to the gas pedal. As the speed increased, the ride became a lot rougher and he felt his knees knocking against Deans. Deciding to scoot out of range from Deans knees, he turned his head and looked back.
Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he turned back around and looked down, trying to collect his thoughts. Something had happened while they were swimming. He had a feeling that what ever happened wasn't natural, but supernatural. The way Dean had acted reminded him of the way he acted when they had first met when he was kidnapped by that monster lady. While he was digging through his own thoughts, he became aware that Dean was looking at him. His face was serious, not even a remnant of the playful side that he had always known. Not being able to stop himself, he scooted away from Dean, and sat as far as possible against the door. Dean immediately looked back to the road, but not before he had seen the hurt that flashed through his eyes.
"Dean, I'm sorry..." he started, feeling ashamed of his actions."I just haven't ever seen that face you're making at me." he finished in a small voice.
"Oh, Ben." he choked out, then began again in a steadier tone."I wasn't meaning to frighten you, I was just thinking about how I could keep you safe, and to tell the truth, what is going on. You felt something out there, didn't?" he finally said looking directly back to him, with a kinder expression. He felt so relieved that Dean still cared about him, he almost lost it...almost, but not quite. Figuring he had cried enough in front of him, he forced himself to keep it together.
"Yeah, but I'm not sure what it was. I didn't hear or see anything at all. When I was underwater, I got this strange feeling we were being watched by something unnatural. Like a weird gut feeling, almost like if I hadn't noticed it, we would have been in real trouble. Right before you got into the truck, did you see anything in the field?" he asked, relieved to see the house through the trees on down the road.
"No, even when I started the truck, I turned and looked hard, but still nothing." he said, worried.
"Really?!" he blurted out, surprised.
He glanced at Dean, and saw he wanted to say anything but just held up a hand and pointed at the house. Assuming he wanted to wait until they were inside, he agreed. Though he loved looking at Dean's hot body...he looked down at Dean's crotch, taking note of his uncut cock bouncing above his dark-colored bush, then up to his tanned stomach. Shaking his head, he turned back to the door, regathering his original thought. So fascinated with the view, he'd forgotten to finish his thought that he'd rather be clothed and safely inside when discussing what was to come. Seeing this, Dean half smirked, as if knowing exactly he had thought as he looked down at his groin. Briefly, Dean reached out and held onto his hand, finally bringing it to his mouth and kissing the top of it, and just before releasing it, let his thumb slowly rub over his own.
As the truck came to a halt, he felt himself blushing, he loved it when Dean acted like that...so romantic. The exited the truck and entered the house, closing the door. As he hurried up the stairs to grab clothes for them, he heard Dean locking down the doors. Passing his room, he barely glanced inside, remembering he had clean clothes in the big bedroom. Finally picking the clothing up, he exited the room and headed back downstairs. As he passed by his room, he again glanced saw something standing on the catwalk. He came to a stumbling stop, tripping over his own legs and crashed to the floor, banging his knee, hard.
"Fu-" he yelled, but stopped before he let it all the way out. It was loud enough for Dean to hear, for he felt the floor vibrate with the hurried steps up the stairs. Before Dean got to him, he scooted over slightly back toward his room, giving him a better view. Nothing was on the catwalk, and the curtains were closed. He did remember that he had closed his curtains earlier, so he had no idea why he thought he saw someone outside. Desperately, he tried to remember what it looked like on his first pass through, but the memory wouldn't appear. He was so distracted with his thoughts, he didn't notice Dean was talking to him until he felt his shoulders shaking.
"Damnit Ben! What happened? Are you ok?" he rushed out, loud and desperate.
"I tripped and bashed my knee..." he said glancing back at his room, frowning. Dean Studied him for only a moment before standing up placing himself between him and the bedroom door.