#(benny.)

Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them. | @bloodsalted for Benny

It was no place to be wandering alone. Purgatory wasn't as lawless as one would believe — certain things staked CLAIM to territories. Worked together to keep others out. The dimension heightened instincts, after all. And what was the need for community but just another instinct? The pair had gotten separated trying to cross one such territory to save time. The things that claimed it? Nameless, as far as they knew. Appalachian monsters, if they had to guess. Ones elusive enough to not be common knowledge.

They'd been driven apart, the hunter and the vampire. Forced to flee in opposite directions as the THINGS closed in. Benny's origin point? The place he got sent to be remade? Nowhere NEAR their current location. And Dean had never died in that place, not once. There was no telling if he could leave Purgatory if he did — they had to be smart. Dean was picking his way through the brush when that strange howling reverberated again, sounding close as all hell. But before he could move, a hand clapped over his mouth from behind, and Dean was pulled backward against a solid chest while the other arm wrapped around his front.

@b4rredteeth / the strip with benny.

There was no such thing as safety within the desaturated forests of Purgatory. Even less so in the angel's company. Yet, despite his efforts. Despite his fleeing, his hiding, his trying to stay five steps ahead of those desperate prayers — Dean knew him better than anyone alive. He was one of the world's greatest hunters, with nothing on his hands but time. He'd found Castiel, aided by a vampire named Benny, and he'd been forced to follow. Not for his own salvation, but Dean's.

The hunter had wanted to keep going, even after night fell, but after endless hours of walking? Even Dean couldn't ignore the lag in his step. They'd stopped beside a massive tree, and Cas didn't fight being pulled down beside the hunter. Dean had been reluctant to let him go ever since their tense reunion, and his determination was only matched in ferocity by the war that raged within the angel. Equal and opposite magnets — wanting to crush Dean close and run like his life depended on it.

Couldn't have been more than five minutes later, Castiel felt Dean's head drop onto his shoulder. Asleep and vulnerable in a place where such a thing would get you killed. Even after everything the angel had done, Dean still felt safe enough to sleep against his shoulder. Gentle as he could, Cas braced Dean and leaned him forward just enough for one of his wings to spread behind the hunter and curl around his front. Invisible, but felt, as it held Dean secure against him — with an arm around his waist for good measure.

"Are you done hurtin' this man-" the angel's eyes flashed as Benny lowered himself to the forest floor a respectable distance from the pair. "Or are you plannin' on spreadin' those wings of yours while you got a guaranteed head start?"

"You are overstepping." The angel's voice was soft, but dangerous. It seemed to resonate through Benny's bones, but after decades of being killed and remade? Over and over and over and over and over, the vampire wasn't quite as put off as he should have been. "Oversteppin'? Castiel. I'm the only friend he's got. Now, don't-" Benny gave him a pointed look when he opened his mouth, "don't argue with me. We both know you've been itchin' to run since the minute we caught up with you. But, I need you to know somethin'. Only thing that's been keepin' this man alive? Keepin' him going? Was findin' you. He's the one thing in this place that ain' died an' been remade yet, not once. If he dies and comes back tryin' to chase you down again? I don't know if the portal will work for him, then. He might just belong to Purgatory."

" to be honest with you , i don't think you should wear that for halloween . it's tacky & i don't wanna be caught in whatever you think that you're doing with your costume . "

Benny 🐐

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