He had been a teenager the last time he had seen Dean Winchester which had been an adventure once again. He remembered the first time he met Dean. He had only asked a few times about if Dean was his real father. His mother had never answered him. Told him it was better this way and that even if it was someone else. They were not around so no need to know. So either it was Dean or some ass hole from her past.
Ben had gone into the Navy. After two years and training. He had finally made it into the Navy Seals. He worked hard and he wanted to make something of himself. The thing was what was he gonna do after the eight-year end? He figured at that time he decided if he was going to enlist for more time in the Navy. That was on his mind after his eight years were up and he was going home to see his mother and stepfather.
Ben smiled his mother was always overjoyed when he came home. He was hoping to talk to her again about if he should reenlist or retire. Thanks to Dean he knew a lot about working on cars. He could work for someone and learn more about cars. That was a good memory with Dean was working on vehicles. He opened the door and his gut screamed that something was wrong. No one was home. He checked the garage both his parent's vehicles were there. He grabbed the cell phone and called both. Getting nothing. Called a few friends who told him that they had not heard about them. Maybe they went on one of those random weekend vacations.
The thing was, even if he was deployed or on a mission. His mother always left a text message saying that she was on one of these vacations. That their phones were gonna be off. He never liked that his mother kept her damn phone off. However, that was more because he knew about the evils out there that were not human. His mother knew about them too, but she said without the Winchesters around they were safe. He always thought that was wrong. Dean made it seem like they were everywhere and he believed that. Dean didn't talk about serious shit and it wasn't true.
He had Dean's number, and to be honest he texted once every month just to let the man know he was okay and his mother was. Dean rarely answered, and he knew why. Dean did not want them to be part of his world or deep into that world. So he kept his distance. Though ever knew and then he figured Dean forgot and they text a little but that was like once a year. It should hurt him, but he understood Deans's reasoning behind protecting them. He knew that Dean still cared about them and he knew that some were in that heart of Dean's he still loved his mother.
I signed standing in the kitchen as I decided to check their room to see if they took anything. I walked up slowly that feeling in my gut was telling me that something wasn't right. Like he never sees his mother again. He never thought this way. Even knowing about the monsters in the world. He had always kept his hopes that they would be okay. He saw their room from what he could see his stepfather's medication was there. The man needed the medication every day. He started to search the house and found himself back in the kitchen. He looked at the basement door. His breathing quickened something was wrong.
He was a fucking Seal he thought as he yanked the door open. Then that smell hit him. He wasn't a cop, but he came into enough scenes to know the smell of death. He closed his eyes and prayed that he wasn't gonna find them in there. Maybe it was his imagination that it was that smell. He slid his cell into his pocket as he pulled his stepfather's gun out of a drawer. Then he walked downstairs as he stopped dead at the bottom of the stairs.
There were two hears with nobody nailed into the wall. Then he looked down shit. The limbs were all removed. He couldn't take this anymore. He ran upstairs and went outside to puke. Then he called his stepfather's partner. He told him what he had found, and at first, there was no sound coming from the other end. Then he just told to stay outside and he was there. He also makes sure to get some patrol cops over there. He knew that his partner couldn't work the case, but he knew that he was a good man.
Things went fast from there two days later I met Nick. He asked me questions that had more to them than I thought. He didn't look like a cop and he sure didn't look like the FBI, he said he was. There was no damn suit he was dressed like Dean. So he threw it out there knowing he was either right or wrong. He had asked Nick if he was a hunter. That convo went wrong at first. Then he mentioned that he knew Dean and Sam Winchester. Then they were on the same page in a way. He had asked to be part of the takedown. He wanted revenge. He got it, and he also found his new calling. Being a hunter and no one was gonna change that.