A Hunter's Legacy - Part Three

[mangacat201]

Part Two

Dean steered the car into a more populated area again, nearing their destination, the route to the familiar driveway clear in his mind. He was half driving on autopilot, half concentrating very hard on the road, in order not to think about things. Because not thinking about things was a Winchester-special, and it had served him well all his life. He was very grateful that caring-and-sharing-Sammy had for once understood that talking about feelings right now was more likely to get them killed, wrapped around a tree by the roadside, than solving any issues. Though, looking back on the last few months, he had to admit that his brother was more and more unlikely to be the person that sat them down and made them face what was in front of them. Dean sure remembered what it had cost them to right their own wrongs, working against entities that were as old as time, and that had absolutely no regard for some lone human life. And that had left traces, gouges more like, in their life, their minds and souls, that he had put in a box deep down. To be honest with himself, he was kind of glad about Ben barging in on them like that, with a big problem in tow that required solving. After they’d recovered and yet remained sequestered, away from the world, for such a long time, there was a kind of aimlessness inside them, as if going back to their job was not possible anymore. He and Sam hadn’t exactly discussed it, but they’d pretty much been driving around without any real purpose, before Lisa’s call had reached them. It felt good to be preparing again, going on a hunt, saving someone who needed their skills. The prospect took an edge of his mind he hadn’t even consciously acknowledged. The complication of Ben’s claim however made the situation difficult. He remembered quite well how disappointed and relieved he had been when Lisa had told him no those three years ago. He couldn’t blame her since he wouldn’t have known what to do if she’d really admitted that Ben was his. His life hadn’t had room for a child then and had never been designed to have even though the possibility had made something surge inside him with the kind of longing that could only be compared to the times alone on the road, with Sam off in college, and Dad in his own head and on a mission. Ben was now more man than boy, and his brush with the supernatural had dragged him into the life of a hunter, whether he wanted it or not. It made Dean’s gut clench with frustration at the way they couldn’t seem to escape that circle. He had accepted the way his life had panned out, but that didn’t mean he would have wanted that for any child who had a shot at a normal life with his mother and a circle of friends. Instead his… Ben had spent his youth all alone in a hostile world, and it made him furious to think about it. And there went all his good intentions out of the window, the unbidden swirl of thoughts making his head ache fiercely. All of a sudden he felt a tingle as something brushed his mind, and the temperature in the car dropped considerably. He felt an answer from what he’d come to associate with Sam’s cool presence in the back of his mind. It was one of those things they didn’t mention, but he was well aware of it all the same. Throwing a sideways glance at Ben, he found the boy looking spooked, but Dean decided to let the matter lie for the moment. It would be difficult enough to deal with the Sidhe, no use in trying to explain the apocalypse to the boy. This was getting way too complicated, and he decided to take one step at a time for now. Good thing they were actually rumbling into the outskirts of the small town that hosted their very own angelic counsellor, even though Dean cringed at the thought that he’d have to ask Cas to come with them, instead of just doing some mumbo-jumbo on a miniature race car. Amelia was really not going to like it.

 

Ben noticed that they weren’t just driving through this particular small town, Dean took turns into a back area, where the houses started to scatter into wider strips of land, gardens and playgrounds, but with a purpose that told him they were near the end of their journey. When the car finally rumbled to a stop, it was in front of a one-storey house with a high veranda, and some half a dozen steps leading up to it. It looked perfectly ordinary painted in some light colour that shone cold and bright in the streetlights. A swing-seat swayed softly in the light breeze that also made a little wind chime tinkle with a high pitched sound. Dean and Sam got out of the car, and he followed, leaning against the door, scuffing his boots, a little unsure what to expect. Also, he realized belatedly, he didn’t exactly look presentable for the company of normal people, wearing the chain-mail and light armor he had taken from the Netherworld. When he looked back at the house, however, his nose twitched slightly from an exotic scent that struck a chord within that part of him that was attuned to magic of all kinds. After he’d adjusted his eyes, Ben could suddenly see the walls were covered over and over in symbols unknown to him, but obviously very powerful, since he could feel the energy thrumming inside the walls, barely contained under a coat of paint. So there were definitely no ordinary people living here after all. Sam and Dean hadn’t yet made it around the car when the porch-light flickered on. The distinctive sound of the car had probably alerted someone inside the house, and when the brothers came to stand next to him, the door opened, and a girl slipped out, encircled by a halo of light that spilled through the open doorway. She stepped forward, and his eyes were instantly captivated by her. The girl was wearing a top and some hot-pants, with a broad shawl wrapped around her shoulders. The covering was completely reasonable in this warm summer night and a light breeze, but it did nothing to hide her slim figure, or her case of seriously long legs. She looked a little coltish, not yet all grown into her body, arms crossed in front of her, but the blond waves that were streaked through with fiery red framed her smooth features and hinted at a fair, angelic beauty that wasn’t too far from maturity. When he finally met her piercing blue eyes, they sparkled at him with barely contained mirth, hidden knowledge and a good deal of curiosity. She held his gaze confidently while cocking her hip to lean against the railing of the topmost step and turned her head lightly to shout into the open doorway: “Daddy, they’re here!”

 

The Impala creaked comfortingly when Dean leaned on her hood, and he looked up at the girl on the porch, not surprised that she was the one to greet them. She had developed an uncanny ability of foretelling even though her mother was loath to hear it. It was a really curious little family that had settled here, not too far from where they’d started out originally, but having come a long way. Sometimes he wondered how they'd done it, but somehow things had worked out for them. Caught in his own musings, Dean was a little bit distracted, but not so much that he entirely missed the sudden tension springing up into the air around them. He wondered where it had come from for a moment, then he noticed that Ben’s eyes where set on Claire as if they’d been super-glued. A little puzzled, Dean turned his head to look at the girl who was just about to hit her fifteenth birthday if he remembered rightly and did a double take when he noticed that she’d actually shot up a couple of inches since he’d last seen her. She'd grown a pair of long, lean runner’s legs and, god forbid, a pair of nicely shaped breasts to go with it. His eyes flew from Claire to the boy and back a few times at breakneck speed, while his mind supplied the helpful terms… woman, curves, Winchester and short-circuited from there.

His reaction was perfectly understandable. Really.

He exclaimed: “WHAT? That…. HELL no..!”

And proceeded to slap a hand over Ben’s eyes immediately. Then he slapped a hand over his own eyes just for good measure, for thinking what he had just now. He could hear Sam snicker like mad, the bastard, when he too caught onto the situation. He would have kicked his brother too if his s… the b… Ben hadn’t been in between and furiously swatting at his arm. When Dean turned around and lifted his hand from his eyes, he met the glare of approximately 5,9 of seriously pissed-off teenager and thought how he would like to have the fairies barging in now, please.

“What the…”

Instead, all he got was Castiel.

“Hello, Dean. I wasn’t aware you were bringing a guest. Why don’t you introduce us?”

 

Dean was kept from further squabbling with Ben by the man that had sneaked through the door and was casually perched on the middle steps. He still looked completely foreign to Dean sometimes, now that he was regularly changing his clothes. Although he suspected that Amelia had more to do with that than he was comfortable thinking about. Speaking of the devil – and didn’t he manage to make himself cringe in his own head with uncanny precision – the third member of the family appeared in the doorway as if she had sensed his thoughts.

“Dean, Sam, what a pleasure,” they’d resoved their differences after averting the apocalypse, but Dean still could not tell how much sarcasm there really was lurking behind her words whenever she addressed him, “why don’t you come in and we can talk?”

Dean would rather have breezed in and out in a pinch, but he’d learned that contradicting her on that would be detrimental to his health, so he nodded and set off towards the door. He ushered Claire inside in front of him expansively and felt Ben’s glaring eyes like a couple of heated embers on his back. This wasn’t quite how he had figured this meeting would go, but so far nothing in this case had turned out the way they’d anticipated, there was no reason why it would start now. Then he heard a gasp and turned to see Ben sway slightly on the threshold though, after a moment, he quickly stepped through and righted himself as if nothing had happened. Dean met Cas’s gaze over the boy's shoulder and gave a minute shake of his head at the raised eyebrow.

Soon, they were all seated around the coffee table – Dean had grabbed Ben’s shoulder and dragged him down onto the couch to sit beside him, while he glared Claire into the single on the other side. She smirked at him like she knew more than she was supposed to, but relented and slunk down with her legs folded under her, which didn’t really make things any better, although he would take what he could get. God, these things had worked out so much easier with Sam as far as he recalled, even though his brother had had his fair share of hissy fits as a teen. Amelia came back from the kitchen with a tray of drinks that no one was seriously interested in, but she set it down anyway before leaning against the back of the couch on the opposite side, close to where Cas had sat down, absently twirling her fingers in the fine hair at the nape of his neck. It was such a striking sign of human domesticity that Dean had to avert his eyes, feeling like an intruder. While a lot had changed in their lives in such a short time, he was glad to see that it wasn’t all for the worst at least, the remnants of a distant, oblique future flitting through his mind briefly.

 

There was an awkward moment of silence. It became clear to Sam that Dean was caught up in his own thoughts again – it happened a lot lately – and Ben had no idea who these people were, or where to start. So he leaned forward a bit and decided to get the introductions over with.

“Amelia, Claire, Cas… I know we originally asked for your help in finding someone, but, as you can see, that problem kind of solved itself on the road. This is Ben Braeden, his mother was the one who called us after he had vanished two months ago.”

Castiel raised his eyebrow speculatively and looked at Dean before he spoke.

“I thought you said he was a young boy? That one is definitely a bit older than eleven.”

Dean ducked his head and rubbed the back of his neck reflexively, while Sam went on to answer the questions that would undoubtedly come up concerning the situation.

“That’s because he is actually quite a bit older now, since he spent close to seven years in the Netherworld. Ben told us that he apparently was taken by a Wild Hunt and has spent his life as an aspiring if unwilling apprentice of the Queen of the Sidhe since then. He’s only just managed to find a way out of the Netherworld to escape his upcoming initiation.”

Cas blanched where he sat and was out of his seat and in front of Dean and Ben in a couple of seconds flat. He wrenched the boy’s collar down to expose his chest, fabric straining and chain mail clinking, revealing a twirling Celtic mark, scorched black into the skin right over Ben’s heart. He studied it intently for a moment, mindless of the fact that Ben had reacted to the assault with a hidden dagger, poised and ready, aiming for the lower part of the dark haired man’s ribcage, just half an inch from breaking the skin and sliding in clean under the bones. The weapon trembled with the enormous effort it took to keep it just a quick motion away from lethal, and also from the crunching force grinding together the delicate bones in his wrist. While Cas seemingly ignored the deadly weapon in favour of some scholarly interest, Dean had far from missed it. Quite the opposite in fact, as proven by his hand that held Ben’s arm in a vice-like grip that was only explainable from years upon years of honing these kinds of reflexes, to the point of not being able to shut them off anymore.

The whole situation was frozen, suspended in a moment of bloodcurdling horror, until Cas spoke again.

“Freya’s Kiss. I suspected there was something on you that triggered the wards, but I’m amazed how you could even stand to walk over the threshold. Just staying still in here must cost you remarkable effort and strength of will.”

Only when he'd spoken did the other people in room notice the continuous hitch in Ben’s breath, and the slight sheen of perspiration that covered his skin. His eyes were locked onto Cas’ for a beat, and then, suddenly, time appeared to right itself again, and Ben reacted violently, tearing away from the hands gripping him and running through the front door with hasty strides, a thunderous noise in his wake.

Everybody stared after him wide-eyed for another moment, but when Dean made to follow Ben out after he recovered from his shock, Cas took a hold of his arm and shook his head.

“Don’t, let him be for a moment, he will not go far. I’m sorry, I was out of line just now, but I understand the matter you bring before me holds great urgency. I will help however I can, but a serving bond with the Sidhe royalty is beyond my ability to break. We’ll have to talk about what can be done soon, now just let him cool off for a bit. Meanwhile, you can tell me the whole story.”

 

Ben breathed a lot easier once he had left the house, since that dark haired man had been right, and it had cost him to even step over the threshold. He was out on the lawn, leaning against Brigid, taking in the comforting, familiar scent of her mane, while he waited for his breathing to ease again. If he hadn’t seen that the house was shrouded in a set of intricate and foreign but very powerful wards, he’d have been worried about just how much more fey than human he was already. Still, it had surprised him how violently and instinctively he’d reacted to Castiel manhandling him like that. Despite all his training, he hadn’t really spent time in a real battle, and he had never really had to test his instincts and reflexes outside the appointed practice. It made him glow with secret pride and shiver with worry all at the same time; now that he was among humans again after such a long time at the Sidhe court, he suddenly noticed the differences. There would be no going back to life the way it had been before which had been difficult to imagine during the long years while he had plotted his escape. That hit home hard, now that he'd found the other side of the veil so changed and yet so little different. The mix of anger, and hurt and fierce longing that sprang from Dean’s actions towards him didn’t help the situation even a little bit. It felt like scrubbing an open wound clean after a long time of hurt and abandonment, very painful, although necessary, and he couldn’t deny the grudging attachment that came with the Winchester’s presence even after such a short time. He still wondered what this weird man he was visiting, and his curious – graceful, lean, beautiful, stone-cold – family could do for them, when somebody spoke behind his back.

“You’ll have to excuse my father. Personal space is such a human concept that he still has trouble with it sometimes. They were raised to do things a lot more hands on up there.”

Ben whirled around and found Claire standing behind him, looking much the same as she had been when he had first seen her, wrapped in a scarf and bathed in the bright glow of the porch light. Her eyes assessed him keenly, and he fumbled for an answer for a moment.

“I… I’ll be alright, I’m sorry too, I didn’t mean to…”

She waved at him to stop and carelessly laid her hand on Brigid’s flank to card her fingers through the honey coloured mane. Ben was surprised when nothing happened, since his trusty mount tended not to take too well to people touching her out of the blue and without proper introduction.

“It’s not like you could have actually killed him, so it’s really not that big of a deal.”

Ben stared at her speechless, since this was the last thing he had expected to come out of her mouth.

“Wha… WHAT? How are you so sure, I mean, I didn’t really want to, but I would have dealt him a lethal blow if I hadn’t stopped in time.”

She cocked her head and absentmindedly continued to pet the horse with long sweeping brushes of her hand.

“Well, you see, he’s an Angel, or at least, what is left of one after he's been around human company for too long, traipsing all over the earth. But he still knows a lot of things, and that’s probably why Sam and Dean came here. How do you know them anyway?”

Ben had thought growing up among the Sidhe would have made him the real odd one out in any family, but he was slowly beginning to realize that he was not even close to out of the ordinary, at least in this company. Still, her telling him as a side-note that her father was apparently an angel baffled him, but he didn’t know how much would be prudent to tell her in return, so he fumbled a bit and told her that Dean had known his mom and had just happened to be there when they’d had a problem with changeling infestation some years ago. Her laugh tinkered like little pearls and gems inside his ears, but she turned serious pretty fast.

“There’s something else though, isn’t there? This reeks too much of a typical Winchester mess not to be any more complicated than that.”

Now it was Ben’s turn to look away and card his hands through Brigid’s mane with purposeful distraction. She was too perceptive for her own good, but also the feeling that she knew the brothers so much better than he did sent a flaring stab of envy through his gut. Maybe it was the wish to make her understand better and tell him more that led him to tell her about the connection he shared with the Winchesters.

“I… am… Dean… he’s my father. Actually, I’m, I only just…”

He tapered off uncertainly when his chest constricted with the fact that speaking it aloud now that he knew for sure made it more real than years and years of rehearsing all the plausible reasons in his head hadn’t managed. Claire pressed her lips into a thin line and nodded.

“Is he now…”

“I know, it’s… complicated. Difficult to explain.”

“Oh no, certainly not, your resemblance is striking. It’s just a bit… odd.”

Ben laughed bitterly, and Brigid whinnied sharply when she sensed his growing distress, so he had to calm her down a bit.

“Tell me about it. I just… I never actually thought I would get to have this, all the time he wasn’t there, and now that I do, it’s… kinda not what I expected.”

That drew a humourless snort from her.

“Yeah, believe me, I know all about that.”

Claire looked back at the house where they could see the adults conversing avidly through the window.

“I know how it is with absent fathers that come back and aren't exactly how you remember them,” she turned back and looked him square in this eye, ”but I’ve learned that sometimes things aren’t as bad as they seem, and certainly not as bad as one might believe in the first place. I mean, my family is really weird, you saw that, but… it’s my family you know?”

Ben nodded and felt slightly mollified. Here he had been thinking about just how much Dean had overstepped his boundaries already by dressing him down like he had earlier, but this made him realize that, consciously or not, Dean was starting to treat him like something other than just an obligation. It made his heart flutter with that little, insane kind of hope that he hadn’t allowed himself to harbor for so many years. Ben nodded at Claire, grateful for her encouragement and easy acceptance without trying to pry too much. He wanted to take her hand and thank her in a more heartfelt way, but then the door banged open, and people spilled out of the house. When Dean caught them standing there close together his eyes narrowed with disapproval, but Ben found a spark of defiance inside himself that wouldn’t be intimidated by the older man’s impressive glare and told him not to budge an inch. Sam just watched the exchange with a small, secret smile on his lips. They came to stand in front of him, and Cas addressed him with a grave look on his face.

“I know about your plight now, and I’m very sorry that I can’t do anything for you at the moment, but I don’t have the kind of power that is needed to break such binding links as the Sidhe forge.”

Ben nodded once and said he understood, and that again he was terribly sorry about what happened in there, but the man waved him into silence much like Claire had done minutes before.

“I know one or two things that might be of use, but I’ll have to do some looking around for them. In the meantime, Dean and Sam tell me that you’re going to do some research of your own, and I hope that together we’ll be able to turn up something that will take care of this.”

Ben nodded and thanked the man, angel, whatever. Then he looked at Dean to see whether the man was willing to come forth with the information on where they were going next.

“We’re going to South Dakota, to see an old hunter who knows a lot about all sorts of things. If we’re lucky, he’ll have the right literature at hand too.”

“South Dakota… how far from here is that?”

“We’ll be driving about four hours, if we start out now, we can be there a bit after midnight.”

Ben nodded and then made a decision.

“I will ride then.”

“What? No, no way!”

At Dean’s short refusal, Ben found himself getting angry and worked up over the fact that the older man had already apparently assumed the role of a patronizing father, but lacked any trust in Ben, or his knowledge of his own abilities.

“You can’t make me ride in the car with you, and you know we can keep up without any problems. I just… I need some air. Space to breathe and clear my head, and in the car it’s all metal and confining and…”

Suddenly Dean looked contrite, thoughtful, as if he had made the same conclusions in his mind just now. The older man grasped his arm and dragged him a few feet away, so that they might have a little shred of privacy.

“I… I’m sorry, kid, I didn’t mean… you have to tell me when something like this bothers you, alright? I had no idea that the Enochian sigils would cause you trouble, or that you felt… uncomfortable with us.”

That made Ben look down at the ground between them, because he realized that Dean hadn’t actually had a lot of time to adjust to this new situation or learn a lot about him. It was just as new for all of them, but Ben had had so many dreams and fantasies about what it would be like to get to know his father for real, that reality was kind of difficult to take in. He decided he would not back down on his own choices – he was a chosen warrior after all, no matter what the circumstances might be – but he’d be more mindful of Dean’s point of view.

“I wasn’t… it’s not you that’s the problem here, it’s just that everything in this realm is so.far.away. And this is so much to deal with in such a short time. So I need to ride to get my head free.”

Dean nodded and clapped him on the shoulder, squeezing lightly.

“It’s ok, just… follow us closely, and don’t let yourself be seen when someone else is on the road, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

 

Ben was taken aback by the sudden hitch in Dean’s breath and uncanny feeling that he’d just turned into the focus of some very serious attention on Sam’s part. Sam had been conversing with Cas with his back turned, but he'd become stock-still a fraction of a second after the words were uttered. Ben realized that something was going on here that he had absolutely no knowledge of, but he didn’t have a clue what he might have done to cause this kinds of reaction. Dean ripped him out of his musings soon though.

“Don’t… just, don’t call me that. It’s, call me Dean, alright? Just Dean. For now.”

Ben felt his shoulders slump as a considerable weight fell from them, even though he only just noticed it now that it was gone. He nodded and leaned a bit more into Dean’s touch, the grip on his shoulder tightening slightly as an answer. When he looked up he caught Sam looking at them over his shoulder with an understanding expression, and suddenly he felt as if something very important had come to pass right in this very moment. Only he had no idea exactly what it was, beside the fact that it was big. Really big. Ben decided that now was not the time to press the issue and went to say good-bye to that strange family that had welcomed him, however bumpy and short the stay.

After he’d said good-bye to her parents, he turned to Claire, who gave him a mischievous wink and then leaned forward to brush her lips against his cheek in the lightest of touches, whispering a short good-bye against his skin before drawing back. He felt his cheeks light up in what must have been quite a flaming red, and he quickly turned and mounted to hide his embarrassment. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the adults smiling secret smiles at each other, except for Dean, who pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers. Sam took his brother’s arm and dragged him to the car, folding his big frame behind the wheel, since he was the fresh driver. He revved the engine, flooding the driveway with light. Brigid whinnied and pranced at the sound, but Ben was able to calm her down soon enough, and with one last look at the inconspicuous house and its occupants who were so much more than they looked on the surface, he turned and followed the sleek black car down the road, nursing a little spark of hope that he would be able to come back sometime for a longer stay.

 

Sam drove with the same cool efficiency he always exuded behind the wheel, and he kept them on the straight and narrow, pushing fast, since they had no interest in taking the whole night to drive up to the salvage yard. When he looked over, he always caught Dean with his eyes straying out of the window, though he had his chin propped up in his hand in a gesture of extreme ennui. He snorted lightly after the fifth time or so and flexed his fingers around the wheel. Dean looked over at him at the sound and lifted his eyebrow in askance.

“What?”

Sam just shook his head lightly and allowed himself a small amused smile.

“What? Sam, I know you, you’re dying to say something, spill it out.”

“After all that we’ve been through, I wouldn’t have pegged you for a mother hen, Dean.”

That got Dean all flustered and rumbling a line of choice expletives.

“Oh don’t be like that, you know how it is. You’ve taken to the boy already and you started patronizing him instantly, just like a good dad should. It’s adorable, really.”

Dean had absolutely no appreciation for Sam’s amusement in this case though.

“I’m not… what the fuck are you on about?”

“It’s just… I wouldn’t have expected you to accept it all and fall into the role of a father so easily, is all. After all, you were the one that never made any plans for a white picket fence and 2.5 kids.”

Dean stared out of the windshield and his hand on his face grew so tense that it left white marks on the skin of his jaw from the pressure.

“I didn’t. And I haven’t ever made plans such as that. But that doesn’t mean that I never pictured some kind of family in my life. You know, contrary to your belief, it was never that much of a burden for me to raise you, even though you’ve led yourself to believe that. I might not have been a glorious substitute for Dad being a real normal Dad, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t want to be. I just thought… I’d buried that kind of wish, because I never thought I’d have the chance. To have this…”

Dean’s unexpected admission made Sam’s breath hitch with the immensity of the impact that little piece of banter suddenly had on their lives. Deep down, he had suspected that Dean might have thought about this more than he let on, especially after the events leading up to their great battle last spring, but he hadn’t imagined it was the burning, searing longing that he saw flickering in Dean’s eyes, now that something was in his reach. He almost regretted teasing his big brother about it, but he was also glad to find out how Dean felt now, because it made everything so much different. It was one thing to fight for an innocent life, even with such a close and personal background as they had with Lisa and Ben, but it was something entirely different to fight for family. And Sam knew what lengths Dean would go to hold that close, so he would have to plan according to that. He chanced a short look out of the window at the side of the road, where Ben was riding, poised over the neck of his mare. Ben was keeping up with of the car with no difficulty, and a disturbing lack of outward signs of speed. The horse didn’t seem to run as fast as the car exactly, it just appeared to skip over the ground by inches, somewhere in between lifting its hooves and thundering down onto the turf again. Sam didn’t know how he did it, but it was damned impressive and surely a complex bit of fairy magic. He recognized a hunter in the posture of this young man, and he knew that fell into the family tradition like a fish into water. It worried Sam, and he grieved for the innocence of the little boy that had had his childhood stolen, and his family ripped apart like that, but he couldn't help but hope that Ben was going to heal a part of Dean that had been gaping like an open wound for a long time. First, of course, they had to free him from a contract with one of the most powerful and capricious Queens on the planet and save him from certain death and eternal servitude. Somehow that sounded in equal amounts familiar and impossible to achieve. Still, Sam knew that failure was not an option this time, any more than it had last time, he would just have to have one more plan up his sleeve to outwit their opponent. This was another chance to make things right, and he would take it. Startled by such grave and introspective thoughts, Sam came out of his stupor and concentrated on the road once more. Dean hadn’t uttered a sound since their last words had been spoken, and Sam didn’t think he expected an answer. Through the heavy, but not uncomfortable silence between them, Sam found his own kind of determination, and spurred the car into a greater speed.

Part Four

 

Comments

[angeblond.livejournal.com]

I may envy or pity Ben really: 2 fathers, 2 mother hens on his back ^^.

But his really family: contract, powerful enemies, fate on his eels, a shit so deep that none knows how to breath through it. ^^ Really the proud son of his father.

I want to know more about Sam and Dean here^^. Their links , their powers, etc....

[mangacat201.livejournal.com]

LOL... yes, Ben-I'm-in-deep-shit-it's-a-family-thing-Winchester, right? I wanna pinch his cheeks whenever I meet him.
Yeah.. Sam and Dean, I'm afraid they're doing a bit of backseat driving here, at least in terms of their story which I kept deliberatly vague because I didn't want to speculate too much on the end of season five (and because I wrote this finishing like.. twelve hours before the deadline and there was no time to think of anything else *lol*) But I hope that you still like how Dean and Sam get to take the place apart ehehehehe,
Cat