Battle For The Sun
Scraping off the brains of something -- he's sure it was a ghoul -- that coated his makeshift weapon, Dean took a breath and looked over his shoulder at the blood curdling wail of something in it's dying moments. Benny finished it off easily, smirking over at Dean like they'd just won the war, when really, the war never ended. Every day it was the same, the blood and the violence and the running, screaming, shouting, fighting, the dirt and sweat and sometimes the laughter, that out of place, twisted laughter that broke through the air like a jagged blade.
Benny circled Dean, it was just a habit to do so, and he was sure Dean still expected him to turn on him. Maybe one day one of them would turn on the other, but for now, they had a reason to be allies and that was all they needed. It was getting dark, they'd need to hole up somewhere before they got themselves slaughtered in the night. Benny led at first, but these days Dean knew his way around Purgatory just as well as he did.
Green eyes flicked in every direction and Dean thought about everything that wasn't Castiel or where he was, everything that wasn't Sam and how he'd left him alone out there. Purgatory was purity, clarity, and it gave him a year to change. He'd had to cope with the shock of coming to Purgatory, of having no liquid crutch, of a billion other things, and he'd found a place in his mind where his existence was simple: he was a hunter.
They'd set up a makeshift camp, they knew how to protect each other and themselves, and Castiel was put to the back of Dean's mind because he'd let guilt overtake him if he thought about him and there was no place for guilt in him right then. Slumping down against a tree, Dean didn't realise he always kept his back against something; a tree, a rock, Benny's back. It was instinct.
"You're almost one of us, brother," Benny drawled out with a grin as he settled down next to Dean and stretched his legs out in front of him, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
"Only almost?" Dean's own smirk was nearly feral, but it still held the humanity that the creatures here didn't have. He didn't want to be a monster, then again maybe he'd been one long before Purgatory. It didn't matter now. "We got a Hell of a way to go yet, huh?"
Benny responded with a noise in his throat, listening to the pulsing of Dean's blood through his body. It was weird, in a way, because he was just a dead vamp, nothing but a soul, and yet he still felt that pulling when he smelled Dean. He still felt that thundering through his veins at the thought of it. His gaze often found Dean's throat but he knew Dean didn't even acknowledge it now. It was just every day life for them, and that was so damn funny and so damn sad.
"You eaten yet, kid?" Benny's eyes raked over Dean and the hunter shrugged, stretching a bit. Dean didn't want food, and he knew if Sam was around he'd be getting that Are you sick? look from him, but Benny never knew him when he was Sam's Big Brother, he knew him as The Human and then as his friend, his brother in arms. He didn't know Dean still wanted to get Castiel out. He didn't know Dean had dreams about burgers and a '67 Impala and an overgrown little brother he was sure was going crazy right about now.
"You're no use to me if you don't eat, Dean."
"Who're you, my mom?" Dean scowled at Benny but they both laughed and the vampire gave Dean's shoulder a nudge with his own. "Adrenaline's too high to eat, anyway." It was hard to eat when you were buzzing from killing. Benny could appreciate that and he smirked to himself as he tilted his head nearer to Dean's, tempted to bite his ear with his retractable teeth just to spark off a tussle.
"You need to work off that steam, brother, or you're gonna be shaking for hours." His voice was thick and low, and Dean turned his head only just enough to watch Benny from the corner of his eye, giving him a glare of warning that didn't even half concern the vampire. Reaching a large hand to curl against the side of Dean's neck, he settled his mouth against the side nearest, feeling, hearing, smelling the blood pounding behind dirty flesh. He bit him, not hard enough to break the skin but certainly enough to get a rise out of the human. Dean jerked back, eyes wide, and Benny laughed at him, bracing and sharp, foreign in a world like this. "Don't tell me you've never worked it out like this."
"Not with a vampire!" And he felt the need to tack on "Or a guy!" though he didn't actually say that out loud. Benny snorted and shook his head. "That's racist, Dean, I thought we'd talked about this." Dean scowled at him again and Benny ignored it, going for his throat again, sucking a mark against his skin, something red and garish, to go along with the blue and green and purple and yellow that mottled Dean's skin in places hidden by his blood soaked clothes.
Dean couldn't deny the need he felt. It had been a very, very long time and who else was there but Benny? He hissed a little, his head thudding back against the tree behind him as he felt that large hand cup him through his jeans, pawing at him like a starved animal. That's all they were-- starved, vicious, frightened animals.
Solid fingers were curled around his dick before he could think about it and Dean jerked his hips into it, letting Benny loom over him in a way that should have felt intimidating but instead felt protective. If there was anything he wanted to put between himself and Purgatory, it was this badass vampire that saved his ass more times than he wanted to recall.
He was hard, hot, the flesh reddened and more sensitive than he remembered. Maybe it was the length of time he'd gone without it, maybe it was the adrenaline, but each stroke of Benny's hand against his cock made him flinch like he was electrified. His thumb slid over the tip just as he bit into the muscle of Dean's shoulder and Benny considered dragging Dean's hand down his own pants, getting his own from Dean, but for now he wouldn't force the kid. He was already spooked enough. What he didn't expect was for Dean to just do it anyway. His own breath hitched and he dug his knees into the ground. Their hands moved with stuttered motions, rough against too sensitive flesh, and Dean panted against Benny's shoulder, eyes shut tight as he gripped a handful of the back of the vamp's coat.
Neither of them stopped for even a second, hands tugging and stroking, eyes closed, just breathing and feeling, seeking more purity to bathe themselves in. Dean felt like he was high and wouldn't come down, but a building tension told him otherwise and it was only as he came, hot and wet over Benny's hand, that he was able to feel human and entirely inhuman all at once, muscles twitching as he furiously tried to get Benny to his end too.
The vampire grasped around the back of Dean's hand, pumping himself with that warm palm only three more times before he was done. His large frame shuddered once and he rested his head against the tree, jagged, sharp teeth clenched together as he tried not to just savage Dean. He wouldn't go there.
Neither of them said a word as they backed off, cleaned up as best they could in a mess like Purgatory, and Dean was already falling asleep. Benny would keep an eye on him, keep them both safe. After all, he had one way out of this box and it was sleeping on the ground beside him.
Benny circled Dean, it was just a habit to do so, and he was sure Dean still expected him to turn on him. Maybe one day one of them would turn on the other, but for now, they had a reason to be allies and that was all they needed. It was getting dark, they'd need to hole up somewhere before they got themselves slaughtered in the night. Benny led at first, but these days Dean knew his way around Purgatory just as well as he did.
Green eyes flicked in every direction and Dean thought about everything that wasn't Castiel or where he was, everything that wasn't Sam and how he'd left him alone out there. Purgatory was purity, clarity, and it gave him a year to change. He'd had to cope with the shock of coming to Purgatory, of having no liquid crutch, of a billion other things, and he'd found a place in his mind where his existence was simple: he was a hunter.
They'd set up a makeshift camp, they knew how to protect each other and themselves, and Castiel was put to the back of Dean's mind because he'd let guilt overtake him if he thought about him and there was no place for guilt in him right then. Slumping down against a tree, Dean didn't realise he always kept his back against something; a tree, a rock, Benny's back. It was instinct.
"You're almost one of us, brother," Benny drawled out with a grin as he settled down next to Dean and stretched his legs out in front of him, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
"Only almost?" Dean's own smirk was nearly feral, but it still held the humanity that the creatures here didn't have. He didn't want to be a monster, then again maybe he'd been one long before Purgatory. It didn't matter now. "We got a Hell of a way to go yet, huh?"
Benny responded with a noise in his throat, listening to the pulsing of Dean's blood through his body. It was weird, in a way, because he was just a dead vamp, nothing but a soul, and yet he still felt that pulling when he smelled Dean. He still felt that thundering through his veins at the thought of it. His gaze often found Dean's throat but he knew Dean didn't even acknowledge it now. It was just every day life for them, and that was so damn funny and so damn sad.
"You eaten yet, kid?" Benny's eyes raked over Dean and the hunter shrugged, stretching a bit. Dean didn't want food, and he knew if Sam was around he'd be getting that Are you sick? look from him, but Benny never knew him when he was Sam's Big Brother, he knew him as The Human and then as his friend, his brother in arms. He didn't know Dean still wanted to get Castiel out. He didn't know Dean had dreams about burgers and a '67 Impala and an overgrown little brother he was sure was going crazy right about now.
"You're no use to me if you don't eat, Dean."
"Who're you, my mom?" Dean scowled at Benny but they both laughed and the vampire gave Dean's shoulder a nudge with his own. "Adrenaline's too high to eat, anyway." It was hard to eat when you were buzzing from killing. Benny could appreciate that and he smirked to himself as he tilted his head nearer to Dean's, tempted to bite his ear with his retractable teeth just to spark off a tussle.
"You need to work off that steam, brother, or you're gonna be shaking for hours." His voice was thick and low, and Dean turned his head only just enough to watch Benny from the corner of his eye, giving him a glare of warning that didn't even half concern the vampire. Reaching a large hand to curl against the side of Dean's neck, he settled his mouth against the side nearest, feeling, hearing, smelling the blood pounding behind dirty flesh. He bit him, not hard enough to break the skin but certainly enough to get a rise out of the human. Dean jerked back, eyes wide, and Benny laughed at him, bracing and sharp, foreign in a world like this. "Don't tell me you've never worked it out like this."
"Not with a vampire!" And he felt the need to tack on "Or a guy!" though he didn't actually say that out loud. Benny snorted and shook his head. "That's racist, Dean, I thought we'd talked about this." Dean scowled at him again and Benny ignored it, going for his throat again, sucking a mark against his skin, something red and garish, to go along with the blue and green and purple and yellow that mottled Dean's skin in places hidden by his blood soaked clothes.
Dean couldn't deny the need he felt. It had been a very, very long time and who else was there but Benny? He hissed a little, his head thudding back against the tree behind him as he felt that large hand cup him through his jeans, pawing at him like a starved animal. That's all they were-- starved, vicious, frightened animals.
Solid fingers were curled around his dick before he could think about it and Dean jerked his hips into it, letting Benny loom over him in a way that should have felt intimidating but instead felt protective. If there was anything he wanted to put between himself and Purgatory, it was this badass vampire that saved his ass more times than he wanted to recall.
He was hard, hot, the flesh reddened and more sensitive than he remembered. Maybe it was the length of time he'd gone without it, maybe it was the adrenaline, but each stroke of Benny's hand against his cock made him flinch like he was electrified. His thumb slid over the tip just as he bit into the muscle of Dean's shoulder and Benny considered dragging Dean's hand down his own pants, getting his own from Dean, but for now he wouldn't force the kid. He was already spooked enough. What he didn't expect was for Dean to just do it anyway. His own breath hitched and he dug his knees into the ground. Their hands moved with stuttered motions, rough against too sensitive flesh, and Dean panted against Benny's shoulder, eyes shut tight as he gripped a handful of the back of the vamp's coat.
Neither of them stopped for even a second, hands tugging and stroking, eyes closed, just breathing and feeling, seeking more purity to bathe themselves in. Dean felt like he was high and wouldn't come down, but a building tension told him otherwise and it was only as he came, hot and wet over Benny's hand, that he was able to feel human and entirely inhuman all at once, muscles twitching as he furiously tried to get Benny to his end too.
The vampire grasped around the back of Dean's hand, pumping himself with that warm palm only three more times before he was done. His large frame shuddered once and he rested his head against the tree, jagged, sharp teeth clenched together as he tried not to just savage Dean. He wouldn't go there.
Neither of them said a word as they backed off, cleaned up as best they could in a mess like Purgatory, and Dean was already falling asleep. Benny would keep an eye on him, keep them both safe. After all, he had one way out of this box and it was sleeping on the ground beside him.