The Secret is Out
Samandriel was asleep in bed when something stirred him awake. He reached over to the other side of the bed, only to find a cold, empty space. He opened his eyes slightly and was met with darkness.
“Benny?” He called out. But he was met with silence. He called out again, “Benny?” He heard shuffling outside of the door and it cracked open slightly. “Hey Darling, what are you doing awake?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” Samandriel replied, voice muffled with sleep. He turned on the lamp beside the bed to get a better look at Benny. He was looking at everything but Samandriel, which was very unusual because Benny loved to look into his eyes.
“What’s wrong, Benny?”
“Nothing, Cher. Go back to sleep.”
“Aren’t you coming back to bed?”
“O’ course suga’, just let me clean up in the kitchen.”
“Benny, that can wait until the morning. Come back to bed.”
How could Benny ignore such a request? Benny looked back at the door suspiciously. If it wasn’t three in the morning, Samandriel would have read more into it but he decided that whatever it was could wait until the sun was up. He turned the lamp back off, closed his eyes, and drifted back to sleep. Benny watched as Samandriel’s breathing slowed. He was planning on watching him sleep for just a few more minutes but, before he knew it, he drifted off as well.
The next morning, when Samandriel awoke, he desperately needed his morning cup of coffee. He got out of bed and put on his fluffy slippers and matching robe that Benny got him for Christmas. He cast one last glance toward Benny to see that the man was still sound asleep. As quietly as possible, he padded through the apartment towards the kitchen. As he was looking for his favorite mug, the one with angel wings that Castiel got him from L.A. last summer, in the cabinet, Benny came running into the kitchen, white as a ghost. “I can explain,” he yelled. Samandriel looked at him over his shoulder like he had lost his mind. He did that cute little head tilt not unlike his older brother, Castiel, when he was confused. That is when his attention was drawn to the kitchen table. With wide eyes, he took in the sight before him. Benny could see the color drain from his face.
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