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Warnings:Swearing, mention of sex (a bit of lead up if you will)
You drag your tired bones into the bunker as you virtually drag your duffel bag behind you; Dean and Sam are close behind, not in any better of shape. You’d all just gotten back from a vamp hunt in Missouri, little over 20 vamps living in 3 different locations that you had to hunt down individually. You didn’t think you’d seen so many at one time in your life. You kick off your boots at the door and relish in the feeling of your feet being free from their leather prison cells.
“Hey (Y/N),Dean, Sam.” Benny greets walking into the foyer and leans against the map table. You stroll over finding a new wave of energy and wrap your arms around his neck and give him a kiss, feeling his beard scratch your skin. You feel him grin against your lips and place his hands on your waist, pulling you towards him.
“Ugh, jeez guys, we’re right here!” Dean gags setting his bag on the table. “Sammy isn’t that just disgusting?”
“(Y/N) and I have heard and seen you do worse things so no I think kissing is tolerable.” Sam replies smiling and shaking his head at the eldest Winchester.
“Thank you Sammy!” You say turning and giving him a tight hug around his middle, which was about as high as you could reach. He returns with a much bigger and abrasive one as per usual. “See Dean, why can’t you be more like Sam?” You tease. You can see Dean roll his eyes and scoff. Benny laughs and takes your bag from you, lifting it with ease.
“So how did the hunt go? Sorry I couldn’t help you out but, well you know.” Benny asks looking down at the floor. Benny never did like being around other vampires. It only made for more danger to come towards you and the boys, what with other vamps finding out that Benny was still alive. But if it meant having to sacrifice Benny’s help with vamps to keep him around, it was one you and the boys would gladly take. Beside he needed a bit of a rest since he was still a bit iffy from the fiasco that happened in Louisiana a month before. Of course you wouldn’t let the boys keep you in the bunker to rest, you felt fine and sitting around the bunker just made you feel useless.
Benny felt the same way about cooping himself up in the concrete fortress. So he would go out on small hunts alone, simple stuff thank god, you already worried about Benny enough.
“It was good, took a bit longer then we would of liked but hey, we’re all back with our original limbs.” You reply
“Yeah about 20 vamps, 3 different hideouts, Fantastic.” Dean replies, sarcasm dripping from his last word. He pulls his gun from his bag and puts it in the back of his jeans. “I’m going into town for a drink, anyone wanna join me? PS It won’t be PG rated fun.”
You shake your head and laugh “No thanks, I think I’ll take it easy tonight.”
“Sammy? Offers gonna be gone in 5..4..3-“ Dean coaxes heading towards the door.
“Uh no I’d rather not watch you hit on women all night thanks. I think I’m gonna turn in. I’ll probably get up early and go for a run” Sam replies slinging his knapsack onto his back.
“Running Sam? You’re doing that crap again? Dude that’ll kill you.”
“Dean, runnin’ ain’t that bad, keeps your heart pumpin’. Looks like those burgers are taking their toll on you too brother. Might want to take it up.” Benny smirks patting Dean on the shoulder.
“Psh, I’d die from those beautiful burgers before I go running at 6am. Yeah no thanks.”
“Well goodnight.” Sam says shaking his head. He turns and starts towards the sleeping quarters. “Night Sammy.” You yell back
“Well I’ll be back later. I’ll see you guys then.” Dean says opening the door and going into the garage. “Much later I reckon and with a friend in tow” Benny says with a laugh. Dean suddenly pokes his head through the doorway again. “Hey I heard that, and you would be right. Don’t you kids do anything I wouldn’t do.” He winks as he finally leaves.
“So what would you like to do darlin’, sleep I presume?” Benny asks
“Hm, no I think I’ll take a shower first, why don’t we just hangout, watch a movie or something?” You reply sitting on the map table with your butt landing on Alaska.
“Sounds great, but not one of those Twilight movies. I tried watching one when you were gone. Who ever thought those were a good idea?” Benny asks rubbing his chin. You feel a laugh bubbling in your chest and it comes erupting from you, you hold your sides as it over takes you.
“You-you watch a Twilight movie?” You ask between giggles.
“I was bored alright.” Benny huffs crossing his arms across his chest. “It gets lonely around here without you.” You laugh and scoot onto your knees and shuffle behind Benny, hugging him from behind, standing with your knees on the table. “I’m just teasin Benny. Believe me I did worse things when you were gone. Now I’m going to take that shower.” You say as you jump down from the table. You lean down and take your bag from Benny’s grasp, hooking it onto your shoulder.
“I can carry that for you, you know.”
“I know you can my ‘big strong man’.” You grin pecking him on the cheek. “But my stuffs in here and I don’t want you to see me-“ You stop and quickly look to your left then your right. “Naked.” You whisper with a cheeky grin. You were joking of course and Benny knew that as he shook his head and laughed.
“Well in that case darling you carry that bag. And when you get out I have a little surprise for you. And take your time with that shower.” He guides you by pressing a hand on the small of your back towards your bathroom and then turns and heads towards the kitchen, tossing you a wink before you open the door and step onto the cold tiles.
You took Benny’s advice and stayed in the shower longer than usual, almost until your hands became wrinkled and tight. You stepped out of the shower and wiped a streak of fog off the mirror as you towel dried your hair. It was still a bit early in the night, so you avoid the pajamas for the moment. You wiggled in a pair of clean jeans and just as you were pulling your V-neck shirt over your head, 3 rapid knocks echo through your room.
“Darlin’ you out of the shower yet?” A thick Louisiana accent says through the door/
“Yup I’m just putting on a clean set of clothes, come in.” You reply sitting on the edge of your bed, brushing out your wet hair. You see the doorknob turn and then Benny’s form in the doorway. He had changed from shorts and an old tshirt to a dark pair of jeans and a plaid button up (since he now knew how much you liked seeing him in it).
“Ready for your surprise?” He asks extending his hand to yours. You nod and accept his hand. He pulls you up from your bed and puts a hand over your eyes. “I gotta cover your eyes for a second sugar, hope you don’t mind?”
“No by all means, I like surprises! Just don’t guide me into a wall!” You chuckle putting your hands by your side, allowing Benny to guide you through the bunker. You can sense that your nearing the dining room when you feel an object almost into your hip, causing you to stop dead in your tracks. Benny doesn’t notice and bumps into your ass.
“You did that on purpose!” You grin shirting directions as to avoid the foreign object.
“Sorry Darlin’, got distracted.” He chuckles as you puts a hand on your hip, signalling you to stop. He takes your hand off your eyes and it takes a second for them to adjust to the light again. You gasp at the sight in front of you. A beautiful candelabrum is sitting in the middle of the table, with candles in it illuminating the dim room. It’s accompanied by two plates of spaghetti and beers to top off the meal. You run your fingers over the beautiful white lace table cloth that is dawned on the table. “Oh Benny, this is wonderful!” You turn and throw your arms around him and kiss him deeply, you feel him grin against your lips. “I just thought you might like a nice dinner, you’ve been working hard lately, and you deserve it.” Benny explains pulling your chair out for you and seating you at the table. You smile at him and the smile stays there for the entire time you spent at that table, laughing and just enjoying the little bit of alone time you’d been given. Sam’s room was quite a far bit from the dining room, so you didn’t have to worry about being too quiet.
“Oh god you should of seen Deans face when that waitress full on rejected him at the bar, oh my gosh!” You laugh as you swallow your last bite of spaghetti. Benny’s almost falling out of his chair from laughing so hard. “And Sam and I upped the ante by convincing him he was getting too old and losing his touch. We had him convinced for a good 14 hours he was out of the game. The poor man was looking in the rear view trying to find gray hairs!”
“Oh Darlin’ you sure can be mean to a guy when you want to.” Benny says wiping the tears from his eyes.
“Well let’s face it, sometimes Dean has to be brought back down to earth.” You reply taking both your and Benny’s dishes into the kitchen and placing them in the sink,filling it with hot water and soap. You start to wash off the sauce when you see Benny looking at you out of the corner of your eye. “What?” You grin looking at Benny taking a sip of your beer you had brought with you into the kitchen. You take a spoon out of the utensil drawer and look at your reflection. “Do I have something on my face?”
“No, I was just thinking.” He says taking a dish cloth and drying the now white plates. “Y’know you look beautiful.” You smile and look down at you thrown together ensemble. You now realize those ‘clean’ pair of jeans were actually riddled with stains, from blood on the thigh to mud at the ankles. You run your hand through your slightly damp hair, your fingers getting caught in a rouge tangle. You slip your fingers from your hair and pull at the hem of your shirt.
“Thanks Benny.” You blush “But I don’t feel very beautiful. Believe it or not I thought these jeans were in the clean pile.” Benny puts the dish cloth on the rack and takes 2 long strides towards you, placing his hands on your waist and lifting you into the counter top. “Benny!” You squeal careful not to end up with your ass in the sink.
“Darlin’ you’re always beautiful to me. You have no idea how much I miss you, and worry about you. I miss the way your hair smells when you get out of the shower; I miss the feeling of your head on my chest when you go to sleep at night. But if you’re really worried about them jeans you’re wearing, then I’ll gladly remove them.” He grins placing kissed along your jaw. You hum in response and shift a little on the counter, feeling a bit of water on the back of your jeans, signalling you that you’re a bit too close to the sink that’s still filled with water. “Benny my jeans are getting wet!” You laugh against his lips. He pulls back and looks into your (E/C) eyes as a sly smirk pulls on the corner of his lips. You lightly swat his chest with your hand. “Jerk! You know what I mean!”
“Well there's another reason for you to be getting rid of those pants.” He replies brushing his lips against yours once again.
“Everyone is going to keep their pants on until I get food.” You hear a foreign voice in the room and instantly jump on the counter, landing directly in the sink. You feel the dirty water soaking through the bottom of your jeans and it splashes up covering both you and Benny. “Jesus Sam! You scared me!” You blurt out as you feel your cheeks turning red.
“Uh Sorry, I’ll knock next time?” Sam replies unsure of how he should respond. You can see he’s trying to stifle a laugh as he quickly strolls over to the fridge, fishing out a salad that Benny must have had while you were away.
“I thought you were going to sleep?” You asked aggravated as you grip Benny’s forearm as he pulls you up. Benny too is trying his best to keep it together. “Are-are you okay (Y/N).” He says choppily holding his fist to his mouth. You glare at him and shift in your wet jeans. “Yes, Fine.” You reply.
“I was but uh, I was just hungry. Can’t seem to fall asleep on an empty stomach.” Sam replies. “Well, goodnight!” He smirks exiting the kitchen rather quickly. Benny looks at you once he knows Sam is gone and grins.
“What now?” You ask smiling, not able to contain your own laughter anymore.
“You stand there any longer and there’s gonna be a lake in this kitchen, sweetheart.” He says pointing to your feet. You look down and see that the water had traveled down your legs and started to collect in a small puddle on the floor. You both start laughing as you take your foot and tap the puddle, causing water to splash onto Benny’s pant leg. “Hey!” Don’t get me wetter then I already am!” He says motioning to his soaked plaid shirt and the front of his jeans.
“Well come one then! Now we both have an excuse to lose our pants!" You giggle grabbing his hand and leading him to your room.
"Please do that in your own space!" Sam yells from his room. " I forgot a fork and I really don't wanna see you two in your underwear!"
