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@just-benjamin-lafitte
I guess it’s been a while, huh? Ain’t no signal in this land worth a damn but I got some right here, for however long it holds out. How you all doin’? I miss much? What’s the gossip, is the world endin’ back in the real world?
Supernatural S10E19 - “The Werther Project” - Promotional Photos (x)
Mun Talk
I’ve been crap. I know I have. To those that are still following me, thanks for sticking around. It really touches me that you’ve stuck with me even though I’ve dropped off the face of the earth. I’ve kinda lost touch with Benny at the moment. I do want to get back into the swing of things but I don’t know when that will be. If I owe you a reply, send me a message. If you’ve got something to hash out with me, send me a message. I can’t guarantee when I’ll get back to you but I will try.
Anonymously ask my muse a question about any of their relationships you've seen them in on this blog.
Lets play True or False. Leave me a message in my ask, and ill answer it with a true or false.
"I’m gonna rip out your fucking throat with my teeth."
Benny growled at the man, lowering his self-restraint to bare a mouthful of fangs.
"You’d be at a disadvantage there." He snarled.
"What the hell do you mean,
there ain’t no place in my life for you?”
Dean demanded, fighting the growing urge to close his eyes.
"There was in purgatory." He replied. "No Sam. No huntin'. No rules or morality. Here, though... this is your life. You're a hunter, a man of letters, whatever. You put things like me down, you don't take 'em home." He sighed softly, looking over at him. "You did say end of the line, brother."
"Put the blade down!"
His tongue darts out to wipe the droplet of blood from his bottom lip, the sting of the vampire’s backhand is still rattling through his jaw.
But not for long.
Not before he could drive the first blade through the attacking vermin’s stomach, like a hot knife through sinewy butter, again and again the blade sunk through ragged and ripped skin and muscle, squelching obscenely.
Drenching the hunter in crimson, wreathing him in glory as the vampire who’d tried to get the jump on Benny gargled bloody foam, it’s eyes wide with confusion and fear and Dean’s lips twisted into a sick smile. After a few twitches it lay still, and the words just reach Dean in his euphoric moment of bliss.
The kill is still sweet.
But soon it fades, not enoughto sustain, victory tuns to ash and now all Dean see’s is a mangled corpse and a bloody, sharped jaw bone in his right hand. Still, despite his growing horror he can’t drop the blade for a few minutes, and then it tumbles to the floor with a clatter.
[ just-benjamin-lafitte ]
Benny jerks his mind back
to the present, but not all the way from half-formed nightmares. The vampire he killed has long brown hair, shoulder-length. Sam length. He was a similar build to his little brother too.
Dean feels sick.
Benny waits for the man to get up but he never does. Benny's sick of being ignored. He didn't care how much the man was hurting or what he was going through, godammit he was tired of being passed over. Dean had just beaten him to a bloody pulp but the evil leech dead on the floor was more worthy of the hunter's grief than Dean was.
He grabbed his cooler from the floor and left the room, heading outside to his van.
"I’m gonna rip out your fucking throat with my teeth."
Benny growled at the man, lowering his self-restraint to bare a mouthful of fangs.
"You’d be at a disadvantage there." He snarled.
He blinks slowly,
the surprise shocking him into revealing some emotion.
“Wha- Why? After all we did to get out you wanna go back?”
Benny sighed heavily, scratching at his beard.
"I'm a nestin' creature, Dean. Wanderin' around on my own... well, it's lonely. An' there's no place for me in your life with Sam an' the Angel, I know that. That's why I looked for my own family. An' now that's gone, an' it was a foolish charade any way you look at it, I don't belong up here. I can't belong up here. I can't work, I can't settle down anywhere because every time I do, someone dies. I can't make a new family. At least in purgatory, I felt alive."
"Put the blade down!"
His tongue darts out to wipe the droplet of blood from his bottom lip, the sting of the vampire’s backhand is still rattling through his jaw.
But not for long.
Not before he could drive the first blade through the attacking vermin’s stomach, like a hot knife through sinewy butter, again and again the blade sunk through ragged and ripped skin and muscle, squelching obscenely.
Drenching the hunter in crimson, wreathing him in glory as the vampire who’d tried to get the jump on Benny gargled bloody foam, it’s eyes wide with confusion and fear and Dean’s lips twisted into a sick smile. After a few twitches it lay still, and the words just reach Dean in his euphoric moment of bliss.
The kill is still sweet.
But soon it fades, not enoughto sustain, victory tuns to ash and now all Dean see’s is a mangled corpse and a bloody, sharped jaw bone in his right hand. Still, despite his growing horror he can’t drop the blade for a few minutes, and then it tumbles to the floor with a clatter.
[ just-benjamin-lafitte ]
Using the wall as leverage,
the hunter pulls himself upright on unsteady feet , but manages to stay on two feet this time. There’s a dull ache in his joints but Dean ignores it.
He makes it a few steps before the toe of his boot catches something and sends him stumbling forward a little. As he turns, Dean sees what it was he fell over. The mangled corpse stares up at him, eyes glazed over in a frothy white, and he stares back.
"Dean!" Benny called out sharply, dragging the hunter's attention back to him. "Don't go gettin' all morose. He was a vampire an' he was after me. However the means, the end result is the right one. Now let's go already."
"I’m gonna rip out your fucking throat with my teeth."
Benny growled at the man, lowering his self-restraint to bare a mouthful of fangs.
"You’d be at a disadvantage there." He snarled.
”Pretty sure you didn’.”
Dean replied bluntly, voice almost void of emotion. He beat his friend, the familiar sting across his knuckles tells him as much.
Guilt swells in him and the hunter stares a head silently cursing himself.
"Goes to show how shot your memory is." He replied. "Fact is, I even asked you to send me back to purgatory. Seein' as I'm still here, talkin' to you, you didn't."
"Put the blade down!"
His tongue darts out to wipe the droplet of blood from his bottom lip, the sting of the vampire’s backhand is still rattling through his jaw.
But not for long.
Not before he could drive the first blade through the attacking vermin’s stomach, like a hot knife through sinewy butter, again and again the blade sunk through ragged and ripped skin and muscle, squelching obscenely.
Drenching the hunter in crimson, wreathing him in glory as the vampire who’d tried to get the jump on Benny gargled bloody foam, it’s eyes wide with confusion and fear and Dean’s lips twisted into a sick smile. After a few twitches it lay still, and the words just reach Dean in his euphoric moment of bliss.
The kill is still sweet.
But soon it fades, not enoughto sustain, victory tuns to ash and now all Dean see’s is a mangled corpse and a bloody, sharped jaw bone in his right hand. Still, despite his growing horror he can’t drop the blade for a few minutes, and then it tumbles to the floor with a clatter.
[ just-benjamin-lafitte ]
He hears the words this time,
but want’s to pretend he doesn’t. The cool muscle beneath him is more soothing than the floor.
Before long Dean realised he was shaking like a drug addicted deprived of his fix, and tries to stop. His body betray’s him and a shudder pulls through his muscles as he attempts to push himself to his knees.
Benny waited until his leg was free before slowly climbing to his feet and stretching out, checking for any fractured bones and bruises.
"I’m gonna rip out your fucking throat with my teeth."
Benny growled at the man, lowering his self-restraint to bare a mouthful of fangs.
"You’d be at a disadvantage there." He snarled.
The hunter looks slightly mortified
and pushes himself against the door of the car, shoulders dropping in disgust.
Everything he holds close is always ripped away.
Everything that loves him he makes suffer. Long ago Dean came to believe he was cursed, now he realises. He is the curse.
Benny sighed, tapping the wheel gently with his hands as he didn't have a destination in mind.
"Pretty selective hearin', you've got there." He murmured. "I said I asked for it."
"Put the blade down!"
His tongue darts out to wipe the droplet of blood from his bottom lip, the sting of the vampire’s backhand is still rattling through his jaw.
But not for long.
Not before he could drive the first blade through the attacking vermin’s stomach, like a hot knife through sinewy butter, again and again the blade sunk through ragged and ripped skin and muscle, squelching obscenely.
Drenching the hunter in crimson, wreathing him in glory as the vampire who’d tried to get the jump on Benny gargled bloody foam, it’s eyes wide with confusion and fear and Dean’s lips twisted into a sick smile. After a few twitches it lay still, and the words just reach Dean in his euphoric moment of bliss.
The kill is still sweet.
But soon it fades, not enoughto sustain, victory tuns to ash and now all Dean see’s is a mangled corpse and a bloody, sharped jaw bone in his right hand. Still, despite his growing horror he can’t drop the blade for a few minutes, and then it tumbles to the floor with a clatter.
[ just-benjamin-lafitte ]
The gentle touches relax him
slightly, but do little for the nausea that has sunk its talons onto his stomach.
Every so often the urge to find the blade spikes, and along with it a vicious burn in his gut. He hears Benny speak, but the words are fuzzy and disjointed and Dean’s pretty sure he’s not speaking English.
A low groan bubbled up his sore throat and the hunter pressed closer the the hand in his hair.
"Easy, brother. Just take it easy." He murmured, continuing his gentle ministrations. "We both need to get out of here fast. Before vampy's friends come lookin' for him."
"I’m gonna rip out your fucking throat with my teeth."
Benny growled at the man, lowering his self-restraint to bare a mouthful of fangs.
"You’d be at a disadvantage there." He snarled.
Dean groaned and massaged his
forehead, fighting of the impending headache.
”I…”
He took a deep, steadying breath.
”I didn’t hurt anyone did I?”
He shook his head. "Nothin' I didn't ask for. But look at me, I ain't hurt."
"Put the blade down!"
His tongue darts out to wipe the droplet of blood from his bottom lip, the sting of the vampire’s backhand is still rattling through his jaw.
But not for long.
Not before he could drive the first blade through the attacking vermin’s stomach, like a hot knife through sinewy butter, again and again the blade sunk through ragged and ripped skin and muscle, squelching obscenely.
Drenching the hunter in crimson, wreathing him in glory as the vampire who’d tried to get the jump on Benny gargled bloody foam, it’s eyes wide with confusion and fear and Dean’s lips twisted into a sick smile. After a few twitches it lay still, and the words just reach Dean in his euphoric moment of bliss.
The kill is still sweet.
But soon it fades, not enoughto sustain, victory tuns to ash and now all Dean see’s is a mangled corpse and a bloody, sharped jaw bone in his right hand. Still, despite his growing horror he can’t drop the blade for a few minutes, and then it tumbles to the floor with a clatter.
[ just-benjamin-lafitte ]
Dean made his way to Benny,
it was slow work. And painful. By the time he had half-crawled to the vampire he felt like passing out. Or vomiting.
Possibly both.
Unable to keep himself upright he collapsed, head resting on Benny’s thigh with his hands in fists.
Benny's fingers found their way onto Dean's head, running through the short hair and gently rubbing his scalp.
"Que vais-je à faire avec vous ?" He murmured softly.
Nicole ran down an abandoned street, tired and hungry. Her lungs were on fire and her knees were weakening. She had to get away from them. "Help!" She screamed with a hoarse voice, "Help!"
Benny was laying down in the back of his van, slowly drinking from one of his supplies as he listened to the noise on the radio that apparently counted for popular music these days. His keen ears picked up a noise over the radio; a scream, but it wasn't close. Sounded like it was coming from town. It was pretty late too, he doubted anyone would come to the person's aid. With a sigh, he dropped the bag back into the cooler and jumped into the driver's seat. He switched off the radio and started the engine, driving into town toward's the scream.
"I’m gonna rip out your fucking throat with my teeth."
Benny growled at the man, lowering his self-restraint to bare a mouthful of fangs.
"You’d be at a disadvantage there." He snarled.
Dean figures he passed out
on the way, he sees the world in flickers, most of it seeing the ground moving beneath him before his body goes limp.
Then he’s in the impala, his beloved car, his home and things begin to solidify. Everything in fact, apart from the past few minutes that are oddly blank.
“What….what happened?”
He asked, voice hoarse.
Benny climbed into the driver's seat, starting the engine to warm up the car.
"You got a little angry, we exchanged words.We made up. You invited me back to your place and then you seemed to go a little spaced out on me."
