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[iustiviri]

Being here long enough one learns the ins and outs of how this weird, fucked up place works. The people it brings in and the people it takes away just as keenly, as if they were never here in the first place. Just like hearing about Sam being in this place yet he'd never run into him. Ran into all sorts of people in a large place like this, and

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"You say that like you think I've never been to a bar."

There was no small hint of amusement in his voice. Not to mention that where he'd been before here, alcohol was like a standard coping mechanism. And as a hunter, well, a lot of those small town bars weren't exactly quite as hip to IDing people. And, well, he had a fake. Because, really. Going around giving out his real name had just seemed like asking for trouble. And, he hadn't wanted anything he got into coming back to his mother.

"But, I won't tell. Promise."

What would he tell her, anyway? The guy you don't remember gave me a beer. Never mind that with the angels and everything he was scared to see her. He called- or at least he had when they'd been in the same world- but ever since the angels showed up, he'd been afraid they might go after her. He was sure they knew of her existence, but he didn't need to give them ideas, let them know how much she meant to him. It wasn't like he was unaware of that particular tactic, afterall.

He smiled at Dean, a slight tip of his head as he looked at the older hunter, lift of an eyebrow over his bright eyes. He told himself one beer wasn't enough to lower his inhibitions anyway. Right.

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"I would like to hope you haven't."

His voice was, however, amused because he'd sorta figured. He himself had gone to his first bar with his first fake ID when he'd been sixteen. Of course he'd gotten reamed for it when he came back drunk off his ass. He'd learned though. Not that he thought the kid any anyone TO tell, but he had to at least seem like a somewhat of a good role model to the kid.

"Go get one then." He'd just have to keep an eye on him, that's all. Make sure the kid didn't drink too much. He didn't want Ben to turn out like him or any other hunter around where beer was pretty much breakfast, lunch and dinner the way it had been for him. He wanted to protect Ben, not give him more reasons to fuck up his life.

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Ben had been seventeen the first time he'd been to a bar. He liked drinking, it was fun and still had that sheen of newness to it, but he was a longways from the typical hunter's relationship with alcohol, even with the couple weeks he'd spent in that post-Apocalypse hell world of 2014. He slipped off the edge of the bed, walking over to the fridge, bending to snag a beer. His shirt slipped briefly, a flash of hipbone and the curve of his back, but then he was straightening and heading back to the bed, after letting it swing closed. He slipped back onto the bed, sitting on the edge near Dean.

He popped it open and took a drink, brief flutter of eyelashes. There was just something about having a beer after a hamburger dinner that made for the perfect accent, he thought. Cool, and with that slight not-quite-bitter edge, the way it slipped down his throat was nice. He lifted his toward Dean's with a bright flash of a smile. All in all, creepy sex drugs aside, this actually seemed like an improvement -- no zombies, no asshole!Dean that thought he should say yes to the angels, no watching people get shot because they got infected, no wingless-Cas and the women that filtered in for his awkward orgies. Although, he had kind of liked wingless-Cas. He was chill, even if thinking about an angel having orgies was still bizarre.

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Green eyes tracked Ben's movements as he headed into the small kitchen and the brief flash of skin made his stomach knot up in excitement, something he should definitely not be feeling for a nineteen year old kid, even if he was over the age of concent, he was still just a kid compared to Dean. God, he'd been stuck here too long, apparently or maybe he just wasn't getting laid enough. But regardless, the kid was good looking and kind of adorable. Someone that, if he'd been older maybe, Dean could see himself being with.

He quickly looked away when Ben turned back and headed into the main room again, taking his previous seat next to him on the bed. Which they would have to share. He was suddenly starting to regret telling the kid they could share, but he wasn't going to back down now, it would look bad. He grinned a little, geniunely, when Ben smiled at him and he looked good when he smiled like that, still innocent in a way none of them were anymore. A light lick of his lips and then he looked away to take a drink from his own bottle. After this perhaps they should go to sleep or something.

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Ben had his own sorts of darkness, of course, but he hadn't been through as much as Dean. Even with all this Apocalypse crap, he could still smile and mean it. He sipped at his beer, seeming more relaxed, more at home than he had when he'd first run across Dean in the hallway. The beer was soothing, cool and crisp and the low alcoholic content calming after a long day that had started with fighting off zombies and ended with Dean.

He was a little bit tired, would honestly not be too opposed to the idea of bed even if he was at least a little bit invested in seeming cool and competent in front of Dean and not like a teenager that was exhausted from a long day. He was a little worried about sleeping in the same bed, but was hoping that if he just drew an invisible line and stayed on his side, that everything would be fine. He was hoping he wouldn't embarass himself, anyway.

"I'm really glad I found you here," Ben offered quietly with a faint warmth to his cheeks. Clearly the alcohol? Maybe.

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"Yeah, I'm glad too, Ben." And he was, truly. It had started to get boring and was making him a little stir crazy. A seemingly endless place with no one that he new, with things that changed yet stayed the same all the time, no end or exit in sight. Yeah, it was nice to see a familar face, even if he didn't quite remember Ben as much as he would other people he was sure. It was still nice.

The light pink sheen to the boy's cheeks was endearing and it made Dean want to tease him relentlessly. But maybe tomorrow when they'd both had some rest. Dean knew from experience that the first day here, the adjustment to being somewhere you couldn't get out of, could be tiring. It was for him sometimes and he'd been here longer than Ben.

After draining his beer he merely set the bottle on the nightstand, not willing to get up just to throw it away, and then leaned back against the headboard comfortable, glancing over to Ben every now and then, watching his throat work whenever he took a drink, the gentle bob as he swallowed. He really needed to stop that, he thought, as he looked away.

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It made that smile brighten, just a little, that easy agreement. Even if Dean didn't know him as well as Ben did, no doubt wasn't quite as attached, it still thrilled him that Dean was happy to have found him. Ben was still young, and his feelings in regard to Dean were intense and complex, made it easy in the right moments to pull a flush to his cheeks. Embarrassment or interest, or a strange mix of both. His eyes sliding over Dean as subtly as he could manage as he sipped at the beer. He liked Dean's strong shoulders, the line of his jaw, just faintly stubbled...

Those sort of thoughts were all sorts of wrong, though. Dean had been like a father to him at one point. The only one he wanted. Before the demons, he'd felt like he was the only one that still cared, that still wanted him. Lisa seeming to be willing to give up on him, get over him. Ben had never been able to.

He shifted, moving to grab Dean's empty bottle after tipping his head back to steal the last from his own. He got up, sliding off to the kitchen briefly to throw them away. Dean had cleaned up after dinner, and Ben was trying to be helpful. He settled back onto the bed when he returned, trying to hide the faint yawn. He wasn't really tired, he was just... tired.

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Dean muffled a yawn as well, though he wasn't really tired. He was more tired in a 'this day was exhausting' rather than a 'sleepy' sort of way. Absently he watched Ben get up and toss the bottles away, a small smile on his face. He would have to remind Ben later than he didn't need to do those sorts of things, he didn't need to try to make up for staying here. Dean was just glad to have some company for once. It had gotten sort of lonely, he was willing to admit, if even only to himself.

He saw the little yawn and it made him yaw as well, and rubbing his face he got up for a moment to tug down the covers of the bed. "C'mon, let's head to bed. You don't have to sleep yet if you don't wanna, there's no bed time here. But it wouldn't hurt to get comfortable." Dean found that for himself, if he didn't try to force himself to sleep, it came easier and often dreamless which was a blessing.

Once in bed, he waited unil Ben settled and then grinned as he reached out to ruffle the kid's hair, simply because he knew Ben disliked it. "Night, Ben," he said, then pulled his hand back. Which was the biggest mistake he'd ever made -- not that he knew it would be a mistake. The moment his hand fell away from the teen white hot pain shot through him, causing him to shout out, body shaking as he curled in on himself, the pain intense and blinding, taking his breath away.

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Ben was happily getting settled for bed. He wasn't really sleepy, but Dean had a point about getting comfortable. He climbed under the covers, finding a comfortable way to sit against the pillows. He scowled playfully at Dean as the man ruffled his hair, protest he didn't really mean on his lips -- but it never materialized, because when Dean's hand pulled away all that he registered was hurt and pain. Ben wasn't a baby about pain; he'd spent the last two years as a hunter, been tossed around by pretty much every supernatural ugly he'd happened to come across. This wasn't just pain, it was agony.

He reached for Dean, helpless and thoughtless and needing to press in close because there was still that space in his brain where Dean made things better. His slighter body pressed in toward him, Ben having somehow managed to grab onto Dean's hand through the haze of pain and anything to make it stop. The fact that it did at least allowed him to catch his breath.

Normally, he'd have regained his composure and dutifully pulled away as if he hadn't just done that. But, he doesn't know what caused it, and he's reluctant to move, to breathe funny on the off chance of causing... whatever that was to happen again.

"..Dean? Are you okay?"

Ben was still shaking, his voice rough and ragged from the pain, green eyes just a little glassy.

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The pain was so intense he could barely move. In all honesty it reminded him of the Pit. Of the sheer agony he had experiened over and over again, only this was ten times worse because there was no reprieve this time. He was vaguely aware of whatever this was affecting Ben as well and that he didn't like. It was one thing to attack him, but someone he cared about? And he did care about Ben, he was aware of that, but hurting someone he liked wouldn't fly. Not that he would ever be able to find the son of a bitch that did this to them.

"Peachy," Dean bit out, raising his head to look up at Ben, the boy looking about as pained as he felt. He glanced down to their hands and felt a tiny little flutter in his chest but for the moment ignored it. For just a brief second he pulled his hand away, then clamped it back down when the pain returned, but only for a moment. So they couldn't let go or the pain would return. Awesome.

Just what was the hotel playing at? Because that's what this was. He'd been here long enough to know when the place was pulling tricks on them to get people to do what they wanted. Quite the pervy place, this hotel. "You okay, Ben?" Dean asked, concern lacing his voice, as he uncurled himself and used his grip on the boy to pull him closer. "It'll be okay, just don't let go, alright?" Unfortunately Dean knew what was going on if not why exactly, though he wasn't too keen on telling Ben just yet.

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Ben knew that neither of them were peachy, but, Dean was still talking, so that was at least something like a positive sign. After that rush of pain he'd been worried, a tight feeling in his cheat even as he told himself that Dean was always okay. He knew better than that, though. Caring for someone didn't mean they'd never get hurt. He almost choked on his breath, his body shuddering as Dean's hand briefly pulled away, only to have the pain return full force, white-hot and ripping through him more intense than anything. His nerves felt raw, and it was hard to catch his breath, his heart pounding from the adrenaline.

"I'm... I'm alright."

He was only too willing to let Dean pull him in closer, taking comfort in the proximity, the warmth of being close. He looked up, his fingers holding onto Dean's, trying to catch his breath. "What is that? How long does it last?" Ben is thinking of things like sunrise or when the moon reaches its zenith. He's still thinking of ghosts and witches and not love hotels.

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"Sorry, sorry," he whispered quietly, knowing the pain was just as bad for the teen as it was for him. "I had to see, I won't let go again, I promise," Dean said, his arm coming up to wrap around the kid and rub against his back in what he hoped was a soothing matter. Not for the first time Dean hated this hotel and the things it did to people. The things it made people do, that pissed him off more. Especially in times like this when there was no other viable choice other than to give in.

He wasn't sure he was ready to tell Ben about that yet, the kid was freaking out enough already, though he knew it would likely be best if it was out in the open. "I don't know what it is, exactly, but it's the hotel's doing -- or whoever's running it. And.. there's only one way to get rid of it." It took a moment for him to pull up the courage to plow through. "Sex," he said, looking away to some other place in the room. "That's the only way to stop it. It won't get worse but it won't go away otherwise."

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The way that Dean pulled him in close, fingers stroking against his back soothed, quieted at the pain that still echoed in his body, finally ebbing. He murmured in response to that reassurance, that he wouldn't let go. His hand tightening just a little against Dean's. Ben liked being close, liked the way that it felt, but that stubborn nature hated being coerced, hated being forced. Even still, as intense as the pain was, knowing it would hurt Dean, too, he couldn't really even think of pulling away.

Ben fell silent for a long minute as he processed Dean's explanation, wide-eyed, flushed with embarrassment he tried to hide against the other man's body. Ben wasn't exactly a virgin, but he didn't have a lot of experience, either. And it was Dean. That was... almost incestual. Which isn't to say he had never thought about it before.

"So... Until we have sex, any time we're not touching it hurts?" His voice was quiet, small, because he had so many conflicting feelings about that, and so many of them were seriously weird.

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"Yeah, pretty much," he murmured, not liking it at all to be honest. Sure, okay, so he sorta was developing a thing for the kid but he would have otherwise kept his hands to himself. Really, he would have. Ben was still a teenager and he didn't need to be forced into situations like this, as if he hadn't had enough on his plate apparently to worry about, now there was forced sex with someone he didn't want. Way to go, hotel, really. Just when he thought you were sorta cool.

"Look, I know it's a shitty situation and not something you'd ever pictured for yourself but we could try just.. me getting you off or something, see if that works. It might not even require actual intercourse." Oh god, how he even said any of that without blushing was beyond him. He tried to keep it clinical, and it was a lot better than 'maybe we should just get you drunk first'.

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Ben was processing all of this, trying to figure out what to do. He sighed slowly, reaching up, letting the hand that wasn't clutching to Dean's softly trail over the line of his shoulder. Because Dean was quite frankly entirely wrong. Okay, so he'd never imagined being forced into it by a creepy hotel. But, sex with Dean? More than once. A lot more than once, actually. He's blushing, his face heated, looking at Dean wide-eyed and uncertain because he likes the idea of touching. He's just not sure what Dean thinks about that, and so he's trying not to entirely give himself away.

He swallowed, trying to find something to say. Words were so difficult once the word sex was being tossed around. "I don't think we can keep touching forever, so.. Whatever you think will work." That didn't sound too eager, did it? Truthfully, he didn't like the situation. If he was going to do something with Dean, he'd have much preferred it was uncoerced, something where he could have been sure that Dean wanted him.

But things being as they were it didn't really make sense to play the shirking violet.

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The light touch didn't go unnoticed though at the moment he wasn't sure what to make of it, despite how nice and distracting it was. The blush on the boy's face is actually kind of endearing, but he nodded anyway. "Okay," he said as he gently glided his hand up and down Ben's back, then pulled it away so he could slowly ease the boy onto his back on the mattress. At least they were already on a bed, heh.

"We'll start out small, see if it works." He doubted it would be that easy, but he couldn't help but hope for it. "What would you like?" Dean asked, leaving the decision up to Ben. He was already being forced into this, he didn't want to take all of the teen's control away from him. He wasn't that cruel, could never be that mean to someone, let alone someone as young as Ben.

"My mouth? My hand? Something else?"