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Ice twinkled against the glass, dancing with the dark red liquid as you swirled the straw.

Moving to New York City with your best friend was all you two had ever dreamt of. Getting away from Kansas, getting away from your family... it had been a dream come true for three years. You and Dean had painted the town red. You'd learned the ways of the subway and put your fake IDs to good use.

But everything changed the year you both turned twenty-one.

Everything changed because he met Lisa.

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"Ever since I started dating Lisa, you never spend time with me—"

"Ever since you started dating Lisa you stopped caring about me."

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"What's a pretty girl like you doin' with such sad eyes?"

At basically every other bar you’d stopped at over the last week, some guy had tried their luck with getting you into their bed. And every time, you’d shot them down.

But something about the soft voice and southern accent made you hesitate.

Looking over, you were arrested by the most startlingly blue eyes you'd ever seen. If your eyes were sad, his were the cure.

"Hi."

A soft smile broke out on his bearded face. "Hi yourself."

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"You're just jealous you don't have all of my attention anymore."

"I don't want all of your attention Dean! But it would have been nice to have enough of it that you noticed when I came home with a black eye after getting fucking mugged two weeks ago."

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"You ain't from 'round here. What brings you down to the Bayou?"

God, you could just crawl into his accent and stay there. "I had a falling out with my best friend and heard jambalaya has healing qualities so I figured I'd get it straight from the source."

"Really now? Well, if it's jambalaya you want, Louanne's down the road has the best 'round. You wanna head over there an' get started on that healing?"

As a rule, you never left a bar with someone you just met, but you had a feeling you would agree to just about anything as long as it came from his mouth. So, with one big gulp, you downed the rest of your drink and hopped off the barstool less than five minutes after meeting this man. "Lead on. I'm Y/N, by the way."

He took your offered hand and lifted it to his lips, beard tickling your fingers as he kissed your knuckles. "Honored to meet ya, Y/N. I'm Benny."

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"Mugged? No, I would have noticed a black eye."

"Got fired last week too, but of course you didn't realize I was home more than usual."

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"You know, I think I actually missed this."

"What's that?"

Benny's arm tightened around you and you rolled further into his embrace. After eating at the diner, neither of you wanted the night to end. When he'd suggested driving just out of town and lying in the bed of his truck to go star gazing, you had jumped at the opportunity.

Getting out of the public eye with someone you’d just met was stupid, sure. But something about Benny just made your entire being, your entire soul, feel at peace.

"Nature. I've actually missed nature. I grew up in a small town where you can drive for ten minutes any direction and be outside of city limits. You can't do that in New York."

His chest rose and fell steadily under your head as he bent down to press his lips to your hair. "I could never live without nights like these."

"I don't know how I did," you murmured.

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"What? Wh-how? Why? You are so good at your job. They can't just fire you."

"When you file a sexual harassment claim against your boss, it doesn't matter how good at your job you are. He's better."

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"Benny?"

"Mmm?" His fingers dug into you back, lightly massaging the tight muscles there. God, you had never felt so safe with someone before. To think that you'd met less than eight hours earlier and he had already turned your mood completely around.

"I want to thank you for tonight." You shift just enough so you could look into his eyes, but not enough to jostle his arms from around you. "It is exactly what I needed."

"No need to thank me, darlin'. That sparkle in your pretty eyes is enough for me."

Those pretty eyes of yours dropped down to his lips and, God, you wanted to kiss him. But... you couldn't. Not yet. Not tonight.

Benny's voice dropped to a low rumble. "You got anywhere to be tomorrow?"

All you could manage was a shake of your head.

"Good. 'Cause I don't think I could handle dropping you off at home and goin' t'bed alone."

"I know the feeling."

"Yeah?"

Your lips pulled up in a gentle smile and you reached for his hand, pulling it up to press a soft kiss to his knuckles. "Yeah. I don't want this night to end."

At your declaration, he pulled your joined hands to his lips, dusting his smile across your knuckles. "Glad we're on the same page."

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"You can't move, Y/N. Where would you even go?"

"Somewhere I can actually be happy, because I'm not happy here. Not anymore."

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The stillness of morning was what woke you. The moments before sunrise when the world knew peace. It was when nature took a deep, steadying breath to prepare for the day.

"Mornin'."

Benny's voice rumbled beneath your ear, instantly bringing a smile to your lips. "Good morning." You tried to stretch, but your body was so tangled with Benny's and the blankets he'd laid out in the bed of his truck that all you could do was let out a soft laugh and relax back into his hold. "Mmm, we fell asleep out here."

"Couldn't bring m'self to let you go."

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” she retorted sarcastically. “Maybe that we would sit somewhere in the shade?”

Jo snorted at the banter between the two, balled up the empty popcorn bag, and threw it my way. “Hey Benny, be a darling and get me some more?”

Maybe a walk to the concessions would do me some good. Clear my mind. Remind myself that Y/N wasn’t mine to get jealous over. We’d been friends forever and I was too cowardly to ever make the first move.

As I stood up, Dean looked up at me. “Darling? I’d like a beer.”

“Get your own beer,” I mumbled, accidentally hitting his head with my elbow as I stepped past him. When I glanced at him, he looked just as amused as he had when Y/N was complaining. But with a hint of some sort of knowing behind his eyes. Like he knew something I didn’t.

“Hey, Ben?” Y/N piped up. “If I don’t call you darling like Dean did, will you grab me a pretzel? Pretty please?”

Oh, how I wanted her to call me darling. “Sure thing, cher.”

“If I get Y/N to call you darling, will you get me that beer?” Dean tossed out.

“Actually,” Y/N said, standing up. “I’ll come with ya. Get away from this idiot here.”

As she passed by Dean, she hit him in the head with her elbow too, playing it off by apologizing profusely. As soon as we were out of the seats, Y/N wrapped her arm around mine and leaned against me so she wouldn’t lose me in the crowd. Little did she know that I have a Y/N-Radar and always know exactly where she’s at.

But I wasn’t about to complain at the contact.

“So, you’re rooting for the Braves today, right?”

“I’m rooting for the Braves every day, dar—”

Her smile at my slip made my heart skip. “Dean and Jo aren’t here to tease you, Ben. You can say darling and cher all you want.”

The crowd thinned for a moment and Y/N reached up and grabbed my ball cap from my head, walking backwards to get ahead of me with an alarmingly enchanting grin on her lips. When she put my hat on her head, it was a wonder I wasn’t struck dumb right then and there.

That Braves cap was my favorite hat. I’d worn it for years. It was a constant witness to the ups and downs in my life. My family joked that they couldn’t recognize me without it. Everyone knew it was my hat.

But on Y/N? She was breathtaking.

“Now this will keep the sun out of my eyes,” she said, still smiling like a goddess. “What do you think?”

Ah, hell. When she asked me straight out like that, I couldn’t help but answer truthfully.

Her t-shirt was crumpled in my hand in seconds as I pulled her close until my lips were on hers. Her lips were as soft as I’d imagined, and I nearly died right there when she overcame the shock and fell right into me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me back.

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“When.”

“This morning. I- I can't do it. Baking what was we did together, and now..” a tear rolled down your cheek.

“You knew this was coming, ‘cher. You knew you'd outlast them all.”

“Yeah, well.. When you're basically immortal you always think you have more time.. My mom died this morning, Benny. And rather than have all the time in the word to love her, like I kept telling myself I had, I'm stuck with an eternity of mourning her.. I should have been there.”

“Come on.” Benny’s arms left your waist as he pulled back, but he never once broke contact with you. He gently guided you with his hand on the small of your back towards the living room and the couch. “Relax, mon petite chou.” When you sat, he knelt in front of you and took your hands in his. “I'm going to make you something to eat, okay?” You nodded and he leaned in to kiss your forehead before he headed back for the kitchen.

You faintly heard Benny moving around the kitchen, and there was some holiday movie showing on tv, but you didn’t focus on either. Your mind was busy running through memories of holidays with your mother, and all the precious memories you had missed since you turned. Had she felt like this when you first disappeared?

You were saved from the spiraling guilt by a plate being thrust in your face. Glancing up, Benny smiled at you before motioning to the plate. When you looked down, your eyebrows raised and you looked up at him again. “Benny?”

“Oui, mon ‘cher?”

“Did you turn Christmas cookies into-”

“Fangs.” He smiled. “I did.”

“So.. those are Christmas trees..”

“With a candy cane smile.” He grinned down proudly at his masterpiece.

“I can’t believe you did that..”

“Take a bite.”

You went to lift it off the plate gingerly, but one of the Christmas tree fangs broke off. Glancing up at Benny once more, he simply watched you with a soft smile. You put it in your mouth and bit off the point and were surprised by the gush of fruit that flooded your mouth. Looking down, you saw strawberry jam oozing out.

“I know I ain't your mama, darlin’ but the traditions don't need to die with her. Hell, you an’ me can build on ‘em.”

Jumping up, you wrapped your arms around him and held him tight. “Thanks, Benny. I don't know how I'd get through this without you.”

“If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be going through this-”

“You saved me, Benny.” You pulled away and looked him in the eyes. “I was dying, and you saved me. Taught me to survive.”

He nodded sadly. “How about we go make some more vampire Christmas cookies.”

You nodded. “Do we have an ornament shaped cutter?”

“I think so.. why?”

“Bats.” You smiled up at him as you both started towards the kitchen. “I'm thinking, tree's on either side of the ornament like wings.” You took a bite of your fang cookie.

“If not, we can use the snowman.” He shrugged.

“I didn't even think of the snowman..” You mused, making Benny chuckle.

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Benny turned off his engine and waited patiently for the inevitable. He turned and gave you a reassuring smile before the voice over the megaphone filled the night.

“Place your hands outside of the vehicle and drop your keys to the ground.”

“Benny…”

He took the keys out of the ignition and gently put his hands out of the window, letting  his keys fall to the crumbling old road before he placed his palms against the metal. “No one is taking you from me, ‘cher.”

“Slowly reach down, and open the door.”

“No one. I'll kill ‘em if they try.” You gave Benny a nod as the click of the handle sounded and he slowly pushed the door open.

His boots crunched down on some bits of gravel and he turned to face his truck, hands going behind his head. This wasn’t new for Benny.

The officer stepped closer, gun still pointed at Benny. Once he was close enough, one hand came down and gave Benny a quick pat down as he leaned over and glanced into the empty cab of the truck. “Where's your partner?”

“ ‘scuse me?”

“Your partner, where are they?” Benny didn't answer, so the officer spun him around and pointed the gun right in Benny’s face. “WHERE ARE THEY!?”

Benny gave the officer a minute to fully take him in before the smirk grew on his face. “You know who I am?” The officer gave him a quick nod. “Then you know you shoulda called for backup before I even fuckin’ saw ya behind me.”

The officer gasped as the sharp metal tip dug in under his jaw. “Drop the fucking gun.”

The officers hands went up, finger off the trigger. Benny was quick to grab it from him. “The wife. Think you've heard of her.”

You leaned into his line of vision with a big grin. “Hi’ya-” you glance at the name rag on his uniform. “Beaver.. really? Sucks to be you.”

The officer licked his lips and tried to play it cool. “So what h-happens next?”

“I thought he knew who we were?” You looked to Benny who shrugged. “If you knew, you'd know what happens next.”

The officer watched Benny. How he held himself, how the gun was held loosely and haphazardly in his hand like he didn't have a care in the world, or a need for for it. It would be easy to take back, even with a knife at his throat.

“Benny’s hungry.” His eyes shot up again to meet Benny’s, who just smiled. “We were heading to town to get him something to eat, but I guess it's delivery tonight.”

Benny’s smile widened, jagged teeth on display, and in his moment of panic, the officer went for it. The second he had so much as flinched in Benny’s direction, you slit his throat.

“You should have called for backup.” Benny spat before lunging forward.

You let go of the officer as Benny grabbed him, snarling and slurping down the blood that poured forth. “Dammit.” you muttered, looking at your arms. “Bled on me.. and I really liked this shirt.” you fussed at the sleeve and Benny glanced over, watching you for a second before he dropped the officer and pulled you into a kiss.

You groaned at the copper taste left behind by Benny’s tongue when he pulled away. “We'll find somewhere to get cleaned up. And I'll buy you a new shirt.” His thumb ran over your cheek leaving a streak of blood on your skin. “First, we need to move him. In there. They'll find him in a few days, but it'll give us time to get gone.”

You gave Benny a nod and he leaned down to kiss you again before you both got to work ditching the body in the forest.

An hour later, you were once again driving down the road and enjoying the breeze in your hair.

It was early afternoon when you pulled up to the quaint little b&b in the woods. Hoping out of the truck barefoot, you leaned back, giving your back a stretch with your arms over your head. You let out a soft moan and glanced around, noting an older gentleman watching you from where he chopped wood. You gave him a wink, but when you heard the driver side door slam behind you, you knew Benny was glaring with how quick the mans attention was back on his task.

“Relax, Benny.” You licked your lips and watched the man swing his axe overhead and heard the thunk of it splitting the wood. “We can have a bit of fun here.”

His large hand wrapped around your throat, not squeezing or restricting air, he just cradled you in his palm as he stepped up behind you. “We need to lay low.” he growled in your ear.

“You need to eat.” You turned your head and nuzzled your nose against his cheek. “Only a matter of time, Benny.”

“Patience.”

His lips had barely brushed yours when you heard a door close. “Can I help y’all?”

You smiled sweetly and looked up at her as Benny’s hand let go. “Hi.” You stepped closer, Benny staying a step behind you. “Sorry, we don’t have a reservation.. We weren’t expecting to stop around here.. But it’s so beautiful.” You turned and looked at the surrounding land.

She glanced from you, to Benny, who gave her just a charming a smile. “We just got married.” he took your hand in his and held it up, showing off the ring on your finger, not that she’d see it from that distance. “Courthouse not far from here. Saw your sign up the road and hoped maybe you’d have an opening for a few days.” The lie fell so easily from his lips, it always did, and when her face lit up, you knew you had her.

“Of course! Of course! Just married?” You grinned and looked up at Benny with a nod. “May you have many happy years ahead of you.”

“Thank you.” You kiss Benny gently on the lips.

“Please, get your things. I’m Lois, by the way, and that’s my husband Harvey. Harvey!” She called over to the man chopping wood. “Help them with their things.”

“Oh no, ma’am, it’s fine.” Benny reassured her and reached into the back of the truck to pull out a large duffle bag. “We pack light, I got it.”

“So polite.” She blushed before motioning for the two of you to follow her. You grabbed your shoes out of the truck and shut the passenger side door before following behind her and Benny, sending dear old Harvey one more wink as you moved past, hips swaying.

“It’s quiet.” You noted as you stepped into the large beautiful home.

“You’re the only guests for a bit.” She pointed out and led you up the stairs to the second floor.. “Unfortunately, we don’t have a honeymoon suit, but this room has a beautiful view of the garden and woods, if you’d like.” She opened the door and you found a lovely room, mostly decorated in floral, but the large window did in fact have a stunning view of a small flower garden and the trees beyond it. You watched as a rabbit leapt across the grass and smiled. “As you can see, we have plenty of wildlife here. There’s a small lake just beyond that tree line, you can kind of see it there.” She pointed more to the left. “You can do some swimming, or fishing..”

“It’s beautiful.” You looked at her, then Benny. “It’s perfect.”

“Just like you, Mon ‘cher.”

“You’re french?” She looked to Benny.

“New Orleans.” He corrected. “Love to travel. It’s how I met her.” He gave you a wink and you blushed further.

“Anyways.” She clapped her hands. “It looked like you had a long drive, so I’ll let you two get settled, and we’ll sort out everything about your stay in a bit. You can stay as long as you like, our next reservation isn’t for about a week and we have plenty of room. There is a bathroom through here.” She crossed the room and opened a door, showing the simple bathroom inside. “If you like, you can join my husband and I for dinner tonight. It's not much, just a simple macaroni and cheese bake.”

“That is so kind, thank you.” She gave you a nod, and headed out, leaving the two of you alone. “Care to join me in the bath?” you started into the bathroom, pulling your shirt over your head. Benny was more than happy to follow, undoing his belt.

“The body found in the woods in the early morning hours has been confirmed to be that of Deputy Jim Beaver of Oregon, reported missing two days ago when his vehicle was found empty on a back road.”

You glanced up from the lunch in front of you over to the radio that sat on the counter and reported the news.

“Officers at the scene confirmed that the condition of the body matches others that have turned up across the country and have been credited to serial killers Benny Lafitte, and Y/N Lafitte. Police are urging everyone to be cautious as they are extremely dangerous. If seen, do not make contact-”

“Sad state of the world today.” Lois shook her head, her husband Harvey hummed in agreement.

“Real shame.” You chimed in before taking a bite of the meal they had kindly prepared for you. “Seems no one is safe anymore.”

“Mhmm.” Benny hummed around his meal.

“Luckily, we're pretty isolated out here.” Lois smiled. “Nothing like that happens out here.”

“Then I'm very glad we stumbled in.” you gave her a smile. Her eyes shifted to Benny and you didn't miss the appreciation in her eyes. “Real glad.”

“We're supposed to be laying low.” Benny growled from underneath you.

“What'd I say, Benny? She looks at you like that again and she's dead.” Your hips moved, rising and falling, taking him deep. “Besides, you need to eat. Three days is your limit, and we have four days before their next reservation. I checked. We got time.”

Your hips stopped moving, and you reached to grab Lois’s limp body on the edge of the bed and rolled her to her back and closer next to Benny.

“Knife.”

Benny reached over and pulled the knife out of Harvey’s leg, his muffled screams and cries coming from the chair he was tied into.

You took it from Benny and sighed, looking down at Lois. “I had hoped she'd come to by now.. oh well.” you shrugged, plunging the knife into her chest.

You were a few cuts in when the pain seemed to shock her awake. Her eyes were wide and frantically searching the room. Her arm reached out over Benny, trying to get to her husband who shook and cried, rocking the chair, trying to get free.  Benny grabbed her arm with both hands and bit in, her screams never ceasing but getting more panicked.

And then they stopped.

You straightened up, heart in hand and started rolling your hips again. Benny pushed her arm away, discarding it like trash. His hands going to your hips as he watched you with so much love and desire.

Holding the heart above you, you squeezed it, letting the blood run down your face. Red lines streaking down over the curve of your breasts and continuing until they pooled on Benny’s skin. Harvey sobbed in his chair, muttering his wife's name behind the gag.

Benny sat up with a growl, his tongue licking up as much of the blood as he could, his arms tight around you as he fucked up into you with everything he had.

You cried out, clinging to Benny for dear life, the both of you covered in blood and loving every moment of it. The smell of blood and sex mixing together, and taking you closer and closer to that high.

And then you were crashing. Milking Benny for every last drop of his seed. Your pussy walls clenching tight, working him as he filled you with spurt after spurt.

And when you were done, you licked up his throat, over his chin and stuck your blood coated tongue in his mouth. “Je t’aime, mon ‘cher.”

“I love you too, Benny.” It was just the two of you for a moment, a very loving and tender moment despite the carnage all around. And oddly quiet.

When you turned your attention on Harvey, he started to whimper again. Your eyes trailed down to his slacks as the small wet spot grew and the smell of piss started to permeate the room.

“You know who we are yet?” He didn't move, didn't make a sound. “I believe you've heard of my husband. Benny Lafitte.” His eyes went wide and shifted to Benny, terror filled his every feature. “Don't be afraid of him, sugar.” you got out of Benny’s lap and sat yourself in Harvey's. “I'm the one you gotta worry about.” You ran your fingers through his hair. “Benny here just eats. I'm the one who kills ‘em. Except…”

“Hmph?”

You pulled the makeshift gag out of his mouth and pressed your lips to his. “Except when he's jealous. No one touches me but Benny.” You started to smear the bit of his wife's blood that had transferred onto his face from your lips. “You don't pop a boner right now, you might live another day or two.” you winked.

“You're playin’ a dangerous game, Darlin’.” Benny warned you.

“Should I tell him you're already half hard?” You rolled your hips grinding your come soaked pussy down on the mans clothed covered cock, and when he groaned, Benny lunged from the bed with a fanged snarl.

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He’d thought of Dean’s wait three days to call after the first date rule and tossed that rule to hell. Not even two hours after he dropped her off, he was calling her, asking her out on another date for the very next night. Then again for the next night – tonight. Three dates in three days.

“You’ve got a stupid smile on your face, man.” That earned Dean a playful punch to his arm. “Hey, hey, hey. Just stating a fact. So what’s the plan for tonight? You finally gonna sack up and kiss her?”

“It’s only been three days.”

“Well, here in the twenty-first century, we move a little faster than snails.”

Charlie plopped down on Benny’s other side. “We talking about Y/N? Dude, you gotta kiss her.”

“Why do I get the feeling you two are trying to live vicariously through me?”

Charlie stuck her tongue out at him before settling in. Benny prepared himself for whatever convoluted logic and advice she was about to give. Odds were, he wouldn’t understand more than half of whatever she had to say. She talked in quotes from so many movies and shows that he couldn’t keep up.

“Look, Benny-boy. You’ve got that great Southern Gentleman thing going for you. Girls love that. You hold doors open and pull out their chairs and all that swoon-worthy stuff. It works. It really does. But if you move too slow, you’re never gonna get over that hump of pre-dating to actual firework kisses. And if Y/N’s spent almost every night with you this week, then she’s into you. She’s got it just as bad as you do. I can almost guarantee it. She wants you to just lay it on her. Just kiss her. Go for it.”

All of this talk was getting his nerves all jangled up. So Benny suddenly stood up and grabbed his jacket. “You two are way too interested in my life.”

*****

Somewhere beyond the lights of the city were the stars. Through the windshield of his truck, Benny could barely make out a few dots in contrast against the dark night sky.

“Australia or Chile?”

“Chile,” Y/N answered without hesitation. Benny cast her an inquisitive glance before making another turn, heading in the general direction of her house. She squeezed his fingers and grinned. “Spiders. Hate them. And I’ve heard horror stories about Australia with giant bugs and birds and… Plus Chile has some awesome history and Incan ruins and the Andes mountains stuff. I’ve always wanted to visit.”

“I’d protect you in Australia,” Benny assured her, shooting her a smile.

“What about when the giant tarantulas take you down? What am I going to do then?”

Pulling up to a stop sign on the edge of the city, Benny pulled his hand from the steering wheel and held it to his chest. “You wound me. I’m not going down by some spider.”

Her laughter filled the cab and Benny’s eyes drifted to her lips, trying to ignore his friends’ words clanging around in his head. “Okay, your turn.”

“My turn…” She stared out the window, thinking. Benny headed further out of town, noting how her smile seemed to grow the further away from the city they got. He wasn’t even pretending to drive her home anymore. Though, he supposed, this could just be a really long detour… “Would you rather explore the ocean or explore outer space?”

And so it went for another half hour until Benny pulled off to the side of the road and Y/N scooted over and pulled his arm around her shoulder. With the stars clearly visible now, their conversation wound along like a lazy stream in the forest. Benny was content to stay here forever. The cool night air drifting through the open windows, Y/N at his side, her hand in his, talking about everything and nothing all at once.

“Benny?”

“Mm-hmm?”

She twisted her head so that her cheek was pressed to his shoulder, face turned towards his. A soft smile was playing on her lips. “I really like you. I like spending time with you and talking to you…”

“Trust me, darlin’. The feeling is definitely mutual.”

Then she completely stopped his heart when she pressed upwards and kissed him without hesitation. It was like she’d never been more sure about anything in her entire life, and as Benny kissed her back, he felt exactly the same.

“T/N noes el rollo de la semana. Ella es…” No había palabras para describir la clase de hechizo que ella le había lanzado a Benny. Después de un par de semanas de hablando en el bar de vez en cuando, finalmente había encontrado el coraje de pedirle una cita. Cuando le besó en la mejilla al final de la noche, dándole las gracias por pasarlo tan bien, Benny se sentó en la camioneta durante al menos una hora, incapaz de sacársela de la mente. Ella era… alucinante. Maravillosa. Hilarante. Lista. 

Pensó en la regla de Dean de esperar tres días para llamarla después de la primera citay la mandó a la mierda. Ni siquiera dos horas después de haberla dejado, la estaba llamando, pidiéndole otra cita para la noche siguiente. Y después para la noche siguiente- esta noche-. Tres citas en tres días. 

“Tienes una sonrisa tonta en la cara, tío,” Eso hizo que Dean se ganara un puñetazo sin fuerza en el brazo. “Eh, eh, eh. Solo resalto un hecho. ¿Cuál es el plan para esta noche? ¿finalmente vas a echarle valor y besarla?”

“Sólo han pasado tres días.” 

“Bueno, estamos en el siglo veintiuno, nos movemos un poco más rápido que los caracoles.” 

Charlie se dejó caer en el sitio al otro lado de Benny. “¿Estamos hablando de T/N? tío, tienes que besarla.” 

“¿Por qué tengo la impresión de que vosotros dos estáis viviendo vuestra vida a través de la mía?” 

Charlie le sacó la lengua. Benny se preparó para la lógica compleja y el consejo que estaba a punto de darle. Lo más seguro es que no entendiera ni la mitad de lo que le iba a decir. Hablaba citando frases y series que él no podía seguir. 

“Mira, chiquitín. Tienes eso del Caballero Sureño a tu favor. A las chicas les encanta eso. Les abres la puerta y les apartas la silla y todo eso del cortejo. Funciona. De verdad funciona. Pero si te mueves demasiado despacio, nunca vas a pasar de la colina de las citas a los besos reales con fuegos artificiales. Y si T/N ha pasado casi cada noche de esta semana contigo, es que le gustas. Le gustas tanto como ella a ti. Casi te lo garantizo. Solo está esperando que te lances tú. Bésala. Ve a por ello.” 

Toda esa charla le había alterado los nervios, así que Benny se levantó de repente y agarró la chaqueta. “Vosotros dos estáis demasiado interesados en mi vida.” 

*****

En algún punto tras las luces de la ciudad estaban las estrellas. A través del parabrisas de su coche, Benny a penas podía distinguir un par de puntos en la oscuridad del cielo nocturno. 

“¿Australia o Chile?”

“Chile,” respondió T/N sin dudar. Benny le echó una mirada inquisitiva antes de girar, dirigiéndose hacia su casa. Ella movió los dedos y sonrió. “Arañas. Las oído. Y he oído un montón de historias de miedo sobre Australia y sus bichos gigantes y los pájaros… además Chile tiene un montón increíble de historia y las ruinas Incas y las montañas de los Andes. Siempre he querido ir.”

“Yo te protegería en Australia.” Le aseguró Benny, sonriéndole. 

“¿Y si las tarántulas gigantes acaban contigo? ¿Qué voy a hacer entonces?” 

Parándose en una señal de stop a la entrada de la ciudad, Benny apartó la mano del volante y se lo llevó al pecho. “Me ofendes. No van a acabar conmigo unas arañas.” 

Su carcajada llenó la cabina del coche y los ojos de Benny recorrieron sus labios, tratando de ignorar las palabras de sus amigos colándose en su mente. “Vale, tu turno.”

“Mi turno…” miró por la ventana, pensando. Benny se alejaba en la ciudad, notando como su sonrisa parecía hacerse más grande cuanto más se alejaban. Ahora ya ni siquiera fingía llevarla a casa. Aunque, suponía, esto podría ser solo un largo rodeo…” ¿Qué te gustaría más explorar, el océano o el espacio exterior?” 

Y así pasó otra media hora hasta que Benny paro a un lado de la carretera y T/N se estiró para pasar el brazo de el por encima de sus hombros. Con las estrellas claramente visibles ahora, su conversación serpenteaba como una corriente perezosa en el bosque. Benny estaba contento de estar así, para siempre. El aire frio de la noche colándose por las ventanas abiertas y T/N a su lado, su mano en la suya, hablando de todo y de nada a la vez. 

“¿Benny?”

“Mnmmm?”

Giró la cabeza para apoyar la mejilla en su hombro, con el rostro vuelto hacia él. Una sonrisa jugueteaba en sus labios. “Me gustas de verdad. Me gusta pasar el tiempo contigo y hablar…”

“Créeme cielo. Es totalmente mutuo.” 

Entonces ella logró pararle el corazón cuando se giró hacia arriba y le besó sin dudarlo. Era como si nunca hubiera estado más segura de nada en la vida, y mientras Benny le devolvía el beso, sentía exactamente lo mismo.

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Elizabeth turned and ran from the room, Sam walking quick behind her with a smile.

She burst into the garage like a whirlwind, bee-lining straight for Baby and hitting the drivers side door so hard, Sam was sure Dean would pop up to give her shit. But he didn't.

She had her face pressed up to the glass. “I know you're here, Uncle Dean! You can't hide from me, I'm the bestest!” she moved to the window overlooking the back seat and frowned.

Confused, Sam came over and looked in the windows as well. “I was sure he'd be-”

“Got-cha!” They jumped and spun, watching as Dean lept from the back of one of the older cars. “Suckers!”

“We have to catch him!” Beth yelled as Dean started running towards the spot she had been counting from, just outside your bedroom.

“On it!” Sam started running after Dean despite the slight limp from the bad hunt.

Hearing a thud and a scream, Benny looked towards the doorway to see Dean laying on the ground, and Sam rolling off his brothers back, gripping his arm as he tried to hold in the curses.

“I got you.” Elizabeth pat Dean on the head.

“But-”

“I counted on that wall, not this one.” She grinned.

“Cheater.” Dean grumbled.

“Your turn to count uncle Dean. Count to one hundred.”

“You didn't count to a hundred.”

“I'm only five. So I only had to count to ten. You're like fifty. So you count to a hundred.”

“I am not fifty!!”

Benny couldn't help but laugh as Beth ignored him and told him to start counting before she hurried off down the hall.

“I think I need to sit this one out.” Sam was on his back next to his brother. “Benny, can you help me out?”

“Sure thing, brother.” Benny got up and walked out of the room, grasping Sam’s good wrist, he pulled Sam to his feet.

Dean buried his head in his arms right there on the floor and started counting. “1. 2. 3. 4-” he peaked out, looking up the hall as he counted. “8. 9. 10. 20. 25. 40. 45.”

“I CAN HEAR YOU CHEATING!” Beth's voice carried through the bunker and Benny laughed.

“46. 47. 48-”

“Elizabeth!?”

“Princess, come on, games over where are you!”

The sounds around you were muffled, fuzzy. Barely recognizable, barely registering as anything more than white noise. The first thing that came in crystal clear had your heart in your throat and out of the bed before you even realized you were awake. It was something you never wanted to hear. Panic.

Benny’s panicked call for his daughter. “Bethy!?”

You ran, your legs wobbling, hands on the walls to keep you upright but you moved as fast as you could, trying to find whoever was closest. “Benny!” you screamed out for him.

Sam froze when he almost ran into you as he came up from another hall that lead down towards the archives and dungeon. “Y/N…” he looked afraid.

“Where is she? What happened?”

Sam swallowed. “You should be resting-”

You saw Dean come out of one room down the hall and go into another, calling out and tearing the rooms apart. “WHERE THE FUCK IS MY DAUGHTER!?”

“We were playing hide and seek.” Sam tried to calm you down. “It was her turn to hide.”

“How long?” He was quiet. “How fucking long have you been looking for her!? BENNY WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?”

“Two hours.” Sam answered quietly. “She’s been hiding for about two hours. It's a big place for a small girl.”

“It's a dangerous place for a small girl.” you closed your eyes and tried to calm yourself. “What if she got out? Sam-”

“We would have heard the door. She's here somewhere. We'll find her.”

Benny came running. “Darlin’, you're up?” His eyes moved over you, taking you in as he moved closer. “You're weak.”

“Of course I'm awake. I heard you. Benny, where the fuck is she? Sam said it's been two hours.”

“You taught her how to hide a little too well, Mon Cher.” he gave you a soft smile.

“This isn't funny, Benny!” you gave him a weak shove, but it was all you could muster as you started past him, Sam doing his best to help keep you up with his good arm. “Beth, honey?”

As you looked around, you saw Benny stop and listen, his head turned slightly.

“Benny?-”

He put a finger up to his lips and remained quiet. “Call again.” he pointed up the hall and Dean started down towards you and towards where Benny pointed.

“Bethy? Honey, where are you?”

“Mama?”

Everyone rushed into the kitchen and looked around. “Bethy? Baby? You in here?”

One of the smaller doors at the bottom of the large fridge opened up and out popped her little head, frost clinging to her long hair. “Mama!”

“Son of a bitch!” Dean watched with surprise as the little girl came out of the small space and rushed forward.

“Mama you waked up!” Elizabeth clung to you, the coldness of her skin not bothering her in the least.

“Elizabeth Sam Lafitte, you scared me half to death.” You clung to her, hand rubbing her small back to warm her up a bit. “What the hell were you doing in there?”

“I knew Uncle Dean would never find me in there. I told him I was the best at hiding, and he didn't believe me.”

“I'll never doubt you again, kid. You had me scared, Princess.”

“All of us.” Sam stood just behind his older brother.

Elizabeth looked up at Benny from over your shoulder as he pushed her hair back from her forehead. “I think you owe everyone an apology for this one, Bethy.”

“I'm sorry.” she tucked her face into your neck and sniffled. “I missed you, mama. You scared me too, you know.”

“I'm sorry, baby.” You looked up. “How long was I out?”

Sam looked at his watch. “About 13 ½ hours.”

You pressed your lips to the top of her head. “I'm sorry it scared you.”

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