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]

He knew better than to get too close to people, especially in this place that takes people away just as swiftly as they'd brought them. And he didn't want to get attached to the kid only to have him disappear one day. Though he had a feeling that ship sailed years ago. Dean tried to put it to the back of his head for now and focus on the task at hand which was making dinner. "Damn right they are

[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.

[iustiviri]

"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."

[noturvessel]

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.

[iustiviri]

"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'.