#wanderinglove

Benny Lafitte x Reader

A/N: Awww there's nothing I like more than to write, but to write, about Benny + it being a Western, is even better.🐞🤠

Side Note: Thank you so much for the love and support 🐞🩷🐞

Warnings: Some violence, some swearing, anything else let me know 🐞🤠

The sunrise, paints the sky, a red orange mixed in with the blue and white clouds, it transcends into, a almost purplish - pink sky, breaking mist of the early morning, alerting every little creature walking the earth it's a new day, everyone except the rugged cowboy, that's spayed open, on the ground, near the burnt out fire, his old brown leather cowboy hat, is pulled tightly over his eyes, drowning out any sight of the light.

Her lips, looks so alluring as she places hers, on his, the gentle kisses quickly turns into sloppy, very wet kisses, his eyes screeched open, removing his Old hat, his voice rough and filled with bitterness , "your not Willow, damn horse, go on scoot" irritated he rubs his mouth, with the back of his hand, trying to remove every last bit of the horse's grass eating slobber.

 Dusting himself off, rolling up the mat, he slept on, picking up the ant filled, baked bean tin, shaking the ants out. Then glancing over at the bottle of 'Jack' "there's still a few sips left" he remarks. "Best way to start your mornings Shadow, brushing your teeth, with some leftover whiskey" he let's out a chuckle as he looks over at the black horse.

His days are mostly filled, with conversations too Shadow his horse, with the ghost's from his past, and endless memories of Willow his love, as for other people, he don't like them one bit. He's a loner some would say, but in honesty he just dislikes most people. Most men he met, is good for nothing, just air thief's roaming the earth, and most women he sees, while drifting through the one horse town's, is well a little too easy for his taste.

Whistling too Shadow, to stand still so that he can get on up, as he needs to get to the nearest town, that's a half day away, looking for a new bounty, it's the only thing that keeps him going really, that and well, the hope of seeing his love once again some day. 

He rode into the town, on a skew wooden board the town's name 'Dessert Water' some older woman standing in a circle, most probably gossiping about whatever happened in this forsaken town, he just tilts his hat forward with his fingers greeting them back, as they wave to him.

Some kids running around playing, he never could quite figure out, if he wanted a few running around himself, well truly he never thought he'd make a good father. Flinching at the memories off how his father treated him and his brother, he jumped off, the black stallions back, tying the rope over the wooden rail.

Striding over to the sheriff's office, taking a peek at the bulletin board, "ah! There you go" he pulls the wanted poster, off. focusing on the reward  'a thousand dollar reward will be given for Bobby Singer for the murder of his wife, dead or alive' folding it up and placing into his long black leather jacket.

But first he needs to find out some information and what better way than, visiting the saloon. He does feel thirsty. He walks, on in, pushing through the two doors, not much of a crowd he sees, some old men sitting at a table, eating lunch and then some sleezy looking men in the corner. He walks on closer, sitting down at the stool, 45' still nicely tugged under his dusty jacket.

Ordering a whisky straight, "and make it a double" he demanded. The barman just slid the whiskey to his hand, his fingers pushing into the glass, he doesn't waste a second, he throws it back in his throat, "another" he demanded

Feeling a small hand tracing over his shoulder, the woman's voice sing-song as she says "ain't you a fine looking gentleman" her smile alluring

Her wrist is caught in his grip, his blue eyes, almost dead looking, he utters "not interested"

She smiles, "for you Hun, I'll charge half-price"

His voice rough, "look I said no thank you, now go on, leave, I would like too enjoy my whiskey in peace"

The woman's face is as white as snow, and without a word she leaves.

"There's other's where she came from" the barman said.

Benny's face just puzzled as he looks at the dark haired man, "where the hell is my whiskey" he questioned

Without a single word the man hands him, his whiskey. After he drank it, he got up, glancing over the room, and then his voice rough and loud, "I'm looking for a old friend of mine Bobby Singer, if anyone have seen let me know!"

A younger looking man, glared at him, he got up, five other men following him, his voice low "you better not be looking to collect the reward"?

A smirk on his face ''Listen fellas, I'm not looking for no trouble, I just asked a question'' 

A cocky smile on the younger man's face, ''Yeah! well I did too, old man, that reward is mine, you hear, now stay out of our way, or I'll have to make you''

Looking between the five men's faces ''Make me! Oh! That will make my day, my fist's are itching, so please throw the first punch'' he say's mockingly 

The young man, balls a fist, swings it towards Benny, but the gets stopped as the rugged cowboy, takes ahold of his scrawny fist, with a smile on his thin lips, ''Hold your horses, now son, first , I need to light a smoke''

The man looks at him, as if his gone crazy, as this tall man, lights up a smoke, taking a few puffs, before taking off his hat, revealing the slight silver in his brown hair, the age lines around his blue eyes, shows, he had a few years more on earth than they did, but he stood there planted in his brown leather boots, on the wooden floor. The older man, just nodded, that he's ready for the fist to come towards him.

The man, balls his fist, throwing it up in the air towards the other man's jaw, missing him with a few inches, as he ducks into another direction, knowing that, the older man has a few tricks up his sleeve, he signals, his four men, to start throwing some punches at him as well.   

One bigger guy hits him, sideways on the jaw, making Benny stumble a little backwards, his eyes pierces through the man who just gave him a jab, ''fighting dirty are we'' he warned and without further hesitation, he starts hitting them, taking turns between them, throwing more punches than he takes, in a matter of minutes, the five men, were lying around like ragdolls, covered in glass, from the broken bottles and wooden splinters from the tables that were scattered by the tossing of one of the five, making the blackjack cards fly up in the air.

Taking his jackets sleeve to remove some of his own blood, adjusting his hat back on his head, cigarette still in his mouth, he asks ''anyone of you know where my old friend Bobby is''

''H...He was last seen at his home, two towns over.'' the words came from the busted lips of one of the men on the ground.

''Now was it that hard young man'' he smirked. Glancing over too the stunned barman, ''They'll make right with you'' he chuckled. 

Getting back on his horse, clicking his tongue, as he gently squeezes the horses ribcage, to make him move, he rides off into the sunset, removing a worn out picture, of the beautiful woman, saying underneath his breath, ''sorry, sweetheart, I once again gotten myself into a fight, I'll be the man you love next time''