No Event | BYOA

[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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[iustiviri]

Dean was halfway through a bite of his energy bar when Ben told him. He paused, finished chewing and swallowed, then simply looked at the kid in surprise. A well of guilt rushed through him knowing this and he could tell just by looking at the kid that he wasn't lying about this and he knew exactly to which hunting Ben was referring to. Of course he would feel as if it were his fault, that he brought them into this gruesome world

[noturvessel]

While Dean took his plate and slipped back to the kitchen, Ben finished off his soda. At a different moment, he might protest about being able to do his own dishes, but the awkwardness of that particular talk lingered for a few moments, and it gave him a chance to process the whole thing. Clearly, the best thing to do was to try and avoid it altogether, and failing at that, telling Dean was probably a better option than any of the alternatives

[iustiviri]

While Ben was in the bathroom, Dean himself got changed. He switched into a pair of cotton pants and a plain black t-shirt, the flopped back onto the bed to relax a little -- but not before grabbing himself a beer, bacause hell he needed it after that awkward little talk. He knew he had to tell the kid, wanted Ben to be aware of everything that went on in the hotel to the best of his ability, so if it meant he had to bring up the embarrassing stuff -- well, then he did.

Reclining against the headboard, he looked over as the door opened in the same moment he took a drink from his beer. Dean choked slightly but quickly recovered. Okay, well, uh -- he hadn't exactly been expecting Ben to look so... good. In his clothes. And okay so Dean might have a -- a thing for other people wearing his clothes but that was more related to the people he was involved with and they were most definitely not. Involved. They weren't. And he really couldn't stop looking, what with the way the shirt hung just so on his slight frame, exposing a milky

[noturvessel]

Ben looked at Dean, handsome as ever and lounging on the bed. Ben couldn't help thinking that Dean was handsome. That would be like not thinking that the sun was warm, or that bacon was awesome or that witches sucked. However, it was the sound of Dean's voice that caught his attention, had his head snapping to look at him, Ben's eyes a little wide, faint flush at his cheekbones

[iustiviri]

Dean just nodded and took another swig of his beer, cradling it in his lap. He watched as Ben moved over to the bed and took a seat, suddenly aware of good Ben looked in his clothes and really he shouldn't even be thinking something like that, but he couldn't help it. Licking his lips he looked away when he spoke up. "Sorry there ain't nothing to do here. Seems like his place has something against television," he said with a small grin. There wasn't any televisions or radios, nothing to do with the outside world. It had been more than a little creepy when he first got here.

Palming the beer in his lap he stared down at it thoughtfully. It was perfectly safe, otherwise he wouldn't be drinking it. "If you don't tell your mom when you get back, I'll let you have one," Dean said as he lifted his bottle of beer and took a drink from it. "Only one though, I've gotta maintain at least some discipline with keeping you in line."

[noturvessel]

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

[iustiviri]

"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.

[noturvessel]

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

[iustiviri]

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

[noturvessel]

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.

[iustiviri]

"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

[noturvessel]

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

[iustiviri]

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

[noturvessel]

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

[iustiviri]

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

[noturvessel]

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.