#celestial sam

Benny’sface seemed to soften though, which threw Dean entirely.

“Iain’t doing anything with that girl, Dean. I promise you that.” He reasoned. “C’mon,come back home, Cher, get out this rain so we can talk properly.” Benny took atentative step forward, arms out as if to embrace him.

“Pleasedon’t do this,” Dean sniffed, he wiped a hand over his face and carded itthrough his hair in frustration. “Not you, Benny,”

Bennylet him stand close, let him shove him back. It was clear Dean needed this.

“Giveus whatever money you’ve got!” A voice shouted from beside them, making themboth jump back. They both turned to see a man with a small handgun in his grip,shaking slightly from either the cold or fear – or both.

Both,Dean and Benny stepped back. Dean had nothing on him, he’d stormed out theapartment with just a short sleeved t-shirt and his jeans. Benny was alreadydigging in his back pocket for his wallet and phone. There wasn’t much theycould give him.

“Here,this is all I have, he ain’t got nothin’ on ‘im.” Benny drawled.  

BeforeDean knew it, the man had taken off and Benny was on the floor. He hadn’t evenregistered the gunshot. Dean threw himself down on his knees beside him andtried to pick the bigger man up into his lap.

“Benny?”Dean said with a watery voice. Blood was seeping into the sleeve of Benny’sjacket. “Hey, Benny!”

“I’mfine, chief,” Benny replied, he was dazed a little and his words were slurred. “badshot, got me in the arm,”

“Sonof a bitch!” Dean exclaimed and he tried to hold pressure on the bleedingwound. “We gotta get you to a hospital,” It was then, he realised they had nophone or any means of calling one.

“Mileaway, just walk.” Benny suggested, he was taking deep breaths, trying to calmhimself down.

“We can’twalk, you’re hurt, you idiot!” Dean scoffed, he threaded his free hand throughBenny’s hair.

“Hey,wanna know where I’ve been these past few weeks…”

“Nowyou wanna tell me? You couldn’t have told me before?” Dean demanded, what waswith him, it took Benny getting shot for him to tell him.

“Been,tryin’ to find a ring… Angela was just helpin’ me, her father owns the jewellerystore in town.”

“God,Benny…” Too many thoughts were racing through his head as he tried to digestthe information. Buying a ring? For him? Was he going to propose to him? They’donly been together for four and a half years.

Bennyseemed to catch on to the thoughts going through his head and reached up hisgood arm and cupped it round his cheek. On most occasions they weren’t the mosttouchy feely kind of couple, but it seemed when one of them was lying on thefloor with a bullet in their arm in the middle of a rain storm, it was a goodtime.

“Wasn’tgonna propose to ya, not yet anyway, more a promise ring. It was gonna be atungsten ring with this nice pattern engraved and have this tiny green jade in.Angela found one that looked like your eyes.” His words were getting more andmore slurred as the pain heightened and he lost more blood, but Dean understoodevery word. His heart ached now, like it had when they’d met at the very coffeeshop that Angela owned.

“Wow,Benny…”

“Don’tsay anythin’, I need ta get up,” Benny announced, already trying to sit up fromhis awkward position against Dean’s lap. It was madness that they hadn’t movedalready.

“Alright,come on big guy,” Dean huffed as he stood up and help Benny up with him, thebigger man was leaning against him heavily and it was a chore to walk. Theybegan though, slow, steady pace towards the hospital.

Harshwords and accusations forgotten, and for Dean’s sake Benny asked him to forgetthat he’d mentioned anything about the ring, reminding him that it was supposedto have been a surprise, hence the secrecy.