#benny reader

He licked his lips. “Dean picks me up a bag or two every now and then. If it’s the right blood type, I add it what you need. If not, I drink.”

“Benny!”

“I’m fine, Cher.” He smiled. “As long as you’re okay and that baby is kicking, I’m fine. I promise, I’m eating. Dean’s been making sure of it. Worried I’ll feed on his precious brother if I go too long without.” Benny chuckled.

“You saying you wouldn’t?”

Benny shook his head. “He knows how to take care of you. Dean goes first, looks delicious.” He joked with a wide grin and you laughed.

“I heard that!” You heard from across the hall and laughed louder.

“Don’t you worry about me. You worry about that little bub you’re carrying. Got it?”

“Sir, yes sir.” You snuggled against his chest. “Benny?” He hummed, his eyes already closed again. “Think Sam would mind checking the heartbeat again?”

“I don’t think Sam would mind at all. Why?”

“I love how you light up every time you hear it.” You smiled and let yourself drift off to sleep to the sound of his heart beat.

Sure enough, later that morning, as soon as that quick little heartbeat filled the room, Benny’s eyes closed, a soft smile on his face. You were sad you couldn’t get regular ultrasounds as well. One had happened around three months when the boys snuck you into the hospital, and into an unused ultrasound room. He didn’t know know how to read all the information he saw there, but no one cared. You saw your baby. And to you, it was perfect. You glanced over at the pictures Sam had printed before you all snuck out again, sitting by the bed in a wooden frame Dean had picked up on the way back to the bunker. You smiled at them as that little heartbeat filled your ears.

“I’m no doctor, but it still sounds healthy.” Sam smiled when you turned back to him. “If you want, I can probably find somewhere to get a handheld ultrasound too, maybe see what you’re having?”

As much as you wanted to see it again, you shook your head. “I want to be surprised.” You smiled. “As long as we both make it, I don’t really care what it is.”

Sam gave you a nod and a smile again, holding the wand over your belly and letting you hear it for a bit longer. The sound seemed to relax everyone. Even Dean was standing near by, smiling as he listened.

Then there was a ‘Thwump’ and you felt the baby shift, the heart beat getting weaker.  Sam laughed, and moved the wand, following it, just to hear the sound again, and the baby shift.

“I think someone wants a bit of privacy.” He chuckled. “But as far as I can tell, everything’s good. It’s heart is going strong, and you’re not experiencing anything new. I think it’s safe to say you’ll both survive this. And I’ll admit, I had doubts.”

“I think we all did.” You admitted softly, hands moving over your stomach, ignoring the stickiness from the gel. “But I’m stubborn as hell.” You smiled.

“And strong.” Dean mused from where he stood. “I don’t think anyone else could do this.”

Your cheeks blushed pink and you glanced down as Benny kissed your head. “Thanks Dean. That means a lot to me.”

Three days, if you were lucky. But more often than not it was every other day. And if you knew it was coming soon, Benny would help you relax in the best way possible. Either with his hand between your thighs, or the drag of his cock and a thumb on your clit. More often than not, you’d pass out from your orgasm, a look of pure bliss on your face. And he’d get you both decent and hold you, stroking your hair while Sam checked on you.

But the bigger the baby inside you grew, the weaker you got. Soon, meals started coming to you. Sam still insisted you get up once in a while, even just to walk in your own room.

Dean would drag Benny out with him sometimes, just to get him out for a few hours. Sometimes they were just getting supplies, sometimes hitting a bar for a drink, once or twice Dean dragged him on a salt and burn. But you were always fine. Sam would set himself up close by and study up. You chuckled when you found out he was figuring out how to bring your child into this world. “Midwife Sam Winchester.” You teased.

“Hey, if there are others like us, tons of people are fucking something supernatural. I could make a killing.” He winked making you laugh.

“You’ve-”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Werewolf, and a demon, at least.” He sighed. “Dean fucked an angel and had a kid with an Amazon.”

“Like, wonder woman?” Your eyebrows furrowed. “That’s real?”

“I think it was more like that futurama episode…” He tilted his head to the side a bit as he thought about it.

“Snu Snu!” You laughed.

“Yeah, yeah.” He laughed with you. “Death by snu snu. Those kids grow up fast, and then kill their fathers.”

“Oh.” Your eyes went wide.

“Fun times.” Sam smiled with a nod.

“Sounds like your sex life is about as ‘Normal’ as mine.” You teased, nudging him.

When you hit 36 weeks, you felt like you hit the point of no return. Even though you had hit that long ago, everything was very real, and coming up fast. You hadn’t seen much of Dean in the last few days, and you were worried he was mad at you. “Sam?”

“Hm?” He looked up from where he sat with his laptop across the room

“Is Dean really that mad that I ate his food last week?”

Sam chuckled remembering Dean’s face when he walked into the kitchen, and his burger was long gone, and you were half way through his pie. “I think he understands that the baby wants what it wants. Don’t worry about him. He’s been keeping busy.” You worried your bottom lip between your teeth. “He’s not mad, I promise.”

About two hours later, there was a gentle knock on your door. You had been watching a movie on Sam’s laptop with Benny, and when you looked up, Dean was standing there. “Hi..” You said quietly, unsure.

“Come on, I got something to show you two.” He smiled.

You glanced at Benny who shrugged as he put the laptop aside and got up to help you out of bed. You followed quietly behind Dean, wondering where he was taking you. Just two doors down from his room, and a bit closer to Sam’s, he stopped. Motioning towards the door, you once again gave Benny a confused look.

Benny let go of you so you could step forward and open the door. You gasped what you saw inside. “I told you he wasn’t mad.” Sam smiled as he came up the hall from his own room.

Stepping inside, your mouth a gape, you couldn’t believe your eyes. The only original furniture left in the room was the bed and a single dresser. The room was now painted a soft mint green, there was a beautiful white crib and change table that housed drawers. The bedding for both the crib and the bed matched everything else in the room. “Dean..” You breathed out softly, completely in awe.

“Figured you guys might stick around for a bit, it’s safe here. When you leave, you can take it all with you. It’s yours. We’ll call it a baby shower gift from the Winchester Uncles.” He gave you a soft smile.

“Look in the drawers.” Sam smiled.

You slowly shuffled to the change table, hearing Benny hug and thank the brothers behind you. The top shelf had diapers, wipes, creams and tiny little baby shoes. Opening the first drawer, you let out a noise half way between a chuckle and a sob. “Oh my god.” You gush, pulling out a tiny pair of socks. “Oh, Dean.” You laughed picking up a tiny Led Zepplin Stairway to heaven onesie, and then an ACDC t-shirt that matched his own. Everything in the room was neutral colors, and the clothes weren’t any different.

Turning and taking a good look around, you had tears running down your cheeks. There was a shelf full of books. Upon closer inspection you shook your head. Some were fairy tales, some just simple children's story books, but one looked homemade. Pulling it down, you flipped through the pages and found yourself looking at a child friendly monster 101 guide book. It was hand drawn cartoonish pictures of what they’d look like, with the names written on top. But for Vampire, it also said “Daddy” and there was a drawing of Benny that made you chuckle.Then on the last page, there was a space for a family picture that said “Not all monsters are monsters. Some are family.”

Looking back to the front cover, you saw ‘Written and Illustrated by Samuel Winchester’. You turned to him, crying freely and rushed over to hug him, book still in your hands. “Thank you.”

“You’re family.” He smiled, arms going around you for a moment before you pulled away and grabbed hold of Dean.

“Anything else you need, you let me know.” Dean said as he rubbed your back and you cried as you hugged him. You gave him a nod before pulling away and wiping the tears off your cheeks.

“Seriously.. Thank you.”

You spent the next hour just taking in the room, Benny standing behind you with his arms around your waist so his hands could rest over his unborn child.

As you lay in bed that night, curled up into Benny’s side, you decided to finally say what you had been wanting to tell him for so long. “Benny?”

“Yes, Darlin’?”

You shifted and looked up at him, watching how the right side of his lips curved into a smile as the baby kicked at him. “If anything happens, if you might lose me.. Change me.”

He looked at you. “Cher-”

“I know you don’t want to, Benny. But I want to be a family with you more than anything. Please at least think about it. I’d risk it all for you, Benny. Again and again. This is the happiest I’ve ever been.” You chuckled. “I don’t want it to end.”

“I’ll think about it.” He answered quietly, and you nodded before snuggling backup and drifting off to sleep. Benny did just that, staring up the ceiling and thinking about it while he felt the little kicks in his side. He had decided long ago you were his choice, it would always be you. He could live without the child, but not you. Now, with that heart beat, with those kicks, and a possibility of forever, Benny felt like he’d just be selfish if he gave into the idea of both. Because if there was one person he did not want to meet up with in purgatory, it was you. After hours of staring up, he rolled onto his side, pulling you closer. Kissing your forehead, he finally let his eyes close.

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You weren’t even supposed to be in the room when Dean killed Dick, you were supposed to be clearing out the Leviathan’s, keeping them away, but you’d ended up there anyway.  You barely even remembered what happened now, it had all happened so quickly, but now you were here, and you had to make do.

A few more deaths and they left you alone for now, but it was some time before you stopped running, your knees practically collapsing into the small stream you found.

This was worse than Hell, and while you’d never been, you currently would much rather the torture than being hunted day in and day out.  You couldn’t believe the irony of that thought.

Grey light filtered through the trees above you and you watched it, knowing that it would be dark soon, or, as much as it could be called dark around here.  It was dangerous to sit still too long, but you honestly questioned how much you had left.  The idea of facing another night here, alone, was not comforting.

Where had Dean and Castiel gone?  How had the three of you ended up so separated?  Why hadn’t you been able to find them?  Was anyone even looking for you on the outside?

The light shifted above you and you groaned, struggling back up to your feet.  You couldn’t remember the last time you slept.

One foot in front of the other crunched along the ground, and as more noises began to grow around you, your chest began to tighten in fear.  You were starting to believe that you didn’t have much left.

An attack came hard and fast, and somehow, you managed to fend it off, your blade burying into whatever it was that had decided to attack you this time.

“The dark is nothing to be afraid of.”  It was your mantra, your guide, the only think that was keeping you going.  “It is nothing to be afraid of.”

You’d picked it up as a child, and it came back to you when you first got into hunting.  It kept you sane till you got used to it, but so far, here, each time you said it just seemed to make you feel worse.

“You can still see, you can still hear, you can still move,” You said as you continued to walk.  “The dark is nothing to be afraid of.”

A screech sent ice through your veins and you were running before you could think of anything else.  Whatever this creature was, it was fast, far faster than you, but you weaved through the maze of trees to try and keep it at bay.

It was no good, you were hit, and you were knocked the ground, a scream on your lips even as your body tensed for a fight.

You didn’t have to though, someone else was there, someone else that was moving far too quick to be human, and in no time at all, the creature was dead.

Hissing in pain, you grabbed the bleeding wound on your arm as you struggled back to your feet, your eyes not leaving the stranger.  “I’d say thanks, but I’m not sure I’d mean it.”

The man huffed a laugh, but kept himself away.  “You can relax, cher, I’m one of the few around here that doesn’t want to kill you humans.”

“Oh, because that’s comforting.” You said, hissing as you looked at your wound, seeing it was far worse than you originally thought. “Shit.”

“Would you like some help?”

He looked dangerous in the night, but then, so did everything here. “What do you mean you humans?”

“It’s hardly a secret that two humans have ended up in here,” he shrugged as if it was obvious.  “I’ve got no quarrel with you.  Frankly, I’d rather that we help each other out.”

“Yeah, thanks for the help,” You nodded towards the creature. “But I think I’m better on my own.”

You turned away, but the hair rose on the back of your neck, turning, blade raised, just as he approached.  He held up his hands, holding your gaze.

“You’re not going to make it far bleeding like that,” he said quietly.  “Especially at night.  I just want to help.”

Your vision swam, but you held it back, ignoring your exhaustion. “I need to keep moving, to find a way out of this shit.”

“Well, I just might have a solution to that,” he said.  “Just as I might also know where one of your friends are, but I’ve got to patch that wound up first.”

Noises were starting in the night again and you barely contained a shudder.  The thought of trusting this stranger, especially knowing he was some sort of monster, was not a pleasant thought, but what was out there, was currently far worse. The promise of potentially seeing a familiar face again soon was also something that made your blade finally drop.

“Alright,” You breathed hard, fighting against your own will now.  “Let’s get moving.  I’m Y/N.”

“Benny,” he said, casting a small smile as he tore off a scrap of material from the monsters clothes.  “And I’m nothing to be afraid of.”

“That remains to be seen,” You winced away from him as he tied the wound tight.  “You’re lucky I don’t ask what you are.”

He finished tying the wound and stepped back, looking amused. “If I’d done that, then you wouldn’t have let me bind that wound.”

You stared at him, feeling the wound throb, but at least the bleeding had been stemmed.  “You’re a vampire.”

Benny smiled, showing just a little too much teeth, but turned away.  “Come on, we’ve lingered too long already. Let’s go find your friends and then hopefully get a way out of here.”

Watching after him for a long moment, you debated what to do. When all you could think of was that you didn’t really have any other options, it was only then you followed.

“A creature of the night saving me from the monsters in the dark,” You mused as you walked.  “There’s a definite sort of irony in that.”

He chuckled, glancing over his shoulder.  “Don’t worry, cher, you’ll have plenty of time to return the favour I’m sure.”

“Good to know.” You grumbled, even as you heard the noises grow closer again.