walkin' the line

Low activity, independent RP blog for Benny Lafitte from Supernatural. Mun almost as old as muse. Written by PBK.

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Hey all! I’m in the process of moving Benny (and a bunch of other muses) to my multimuse blog. Just a heads-up in case you want to unfollow or anything, I mean lbr I haven’t been active here in a billion years. Anyway, you’re great xoxo

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Benny Lafitte/Jo Harvelle | request? ↳ for @thinkdouble-pink​

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✏ and cooking lessons. -Dean (AMadnessOfMuses)

send me ✎ + prompt & i’ll write you a 3-5 sentence drabble. – @amadnessofmuses

“Now, Dean, you’re beatin’ the shit out of that pastry like it done you wrong,” Benny said, shaking his head. “You gotta treat it gentle, let it come out of the oven flaky and crisp…”

He stood up close behind Dean, closer than he needed to, put his hands over Dean’s on the handles of the rolling pin. Gentle, firm, the way he wanted his hands on Dean. One gentle roll forward and he’d probably made his point pretty well, he thought, lips brushing over Dean’s ear.

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a complete list of instances where benny treated dean wrong:

that is all, thank you for your attention.

[legacysam]

Meg: Why do you smell like a Winchester?

Benny: Why do you have an angel blade?

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hell adjacent

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moonoverbourbon:

As if he could sleep. Nik leaned against a large rock, eyes staring off into the darkness and imagining that every noise he heard was something come to kill him before he could reach the portal. He prayed, silently, specially calling out to Jehoel.

Benny says that we are a day away from the portal. By this time tomorrow night, we should be there. Time…is different here. I’m not sure how long it will be out there. But we are close, and I am safe. I do not know if you hear me, or if you will be there, but I am doing my best to get out. Please be careful, Jehoel. I love you.

He went to sleep with Dean Winchester’s name at the forefront of his mind. Regardless of what happened, regardless of what or who met him on the other side of that portal, Nik fully intended to hunt Dean down – and tell him exactly how good a man Benny was.

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The walk the next day was long and excruciating, but Nik would not let up. Before, they had stopped to rest every couple of hours, but today he would not allow anything to slow them down. It even irritated him when a few Leviathan sprang up, an attempt at a last minute meal. Benny took care of them as skillfully as he’d handled the others, but still Nik had pressed him to keep moving.

When Benny pulled up suddenly at the base of a large rocky cliff, Nik shielded his eyes from the light of the sun and squinted toward the top. There it was, and he was so relieved he could have wept.

Purple and swirly – almost absurd looking – but there it was.

The portal.

Nik was hit with a sudden overwhelming sense of fear and nerves – so strong that it almost had him running in the opposite direction. He shook his head, and took a step back away from the cliff. “What if he’s not there?” he asked, voice shaking. “What if I can’t get through? What if this does not work? What do I do then?”

It was a sore temptation. Benny stared into that purple light and wondered. It wasn’t too late to ask Nik to take him along. Do the spell… it wasn’t too late. Benny thought of Dean, that face.

For a second, he saw that face, in the purple light, and in another second, it was a totally unfamiliar one. Yet he knew right away. He shielded his eyes, and nodded, taking another step, getting a hand hold and then reaching back to pull Nik up the face.

“He’s there,” Benny promised. “He’s waitin’. Come on.”

Nik wasn’t Dean. He wasn’t weak, but he wasn’t Dean, and Benny had to help him up the rock face. The next time he glance up, the light was distorted, the face of the angel pressing into this world in a way that it had no business doing. He wanted to yell at it to pull back.

“I got him,” Benny called, into the screaming void. “Take his hand.”

An indistinct shape that eventually resolved into something vaguely recognizable as a body reached out, and Benny watched as the angel took Nik’s hand, and pulled him up, out, and into the world. Benny took a deep breath, and let out a sigh of relief, looking up into the light as he saw the two figures embrace.

He turned away, and took a step down.

“No,” came the voice. “No, don’t. I owe you. I’ll get you out. Anything you need.”

And there it was, the hand, reaching back through. Benny stared, even felt his own arm twitch with the need to act.

“No place for vampires up there,” he said. “Go on, now.”

“Human!” Barked the voice. “I’ll pull you out human. I’m the fucking right hand of God until we find Michael, Benny, I can do it. Take my hand.”

Benny closed his eyes, and imagined tracking Dean down. Telling him the good news. And wat would he see? Uncertainty. At best. There was no room for Benny in Dean’s life.

“Go on, now,” he said, and stepped down the cliff.

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It took Benny a long moment to realize he hadn’t stumbled down into the brambles and roughs of Purgatory. He was kneeling instead on swampy soil, the smell of catfish and humidity in his nose, sea birds in his ears.

Home.

He sat back on his haunches and breathed the air, and finally stood up, and turned. The landscape was familiar, but…

“Oh,” he said, startled. His home in New Orleans, where he’d loved a woman, and fathered a son. He walked to the door, and let himself in, looking in wonder at everything he recognized.

And everything he didn’t – the record player, that was new. He crouched to flick through the albums beneath. Led Zeppelin, Credence… Kansas?

When he pulled out an album he recognized, a piece of paper fluttered out.

They don’t live forever. Be patient. I owe you everything. You know how to find me if you need me. – Jehoel

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D

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D watched as Benny struggled to explain something to him. Did he ever close his eyes and see pretty girls? Did he close them and open them in the same place? He had closed his eyes plenty of times and seen people. It was a thing he was trained to do. The men had shown him how.

                    “I see people all the time when I close my eyes.”

He wasn’t sure what the man was trying to tell him about in this world. Maybe it was some kind of power that Benny had. Sitting up straight, he closed his eyes, letting himself sink into the darkness, searching out the nearest mind past Benny’s, searching for a girl. As he walked through the blackness he could see a speck of white coming closer, the neon outline the trees and things around him took coming into view as he walked around the space outside f the building he was in.

                   “There’s a girl down the road. She’s pretty; she’s in stasis with                    a man. He’s in a deeper stasis then her. They don’t have any                    weapons in the house. They have a smaller girl. She’s alone in                    her room and the window is open.”

He opened his eyes then, a grin spreading over his lips as he looked at Benny, leaning in over the table some, a predator ready to pounce.

                    “Do you want me to catch her for you?”

Benny watched in rapt fascination as D closed his eyes, focusing, and began to speak. Might as well have been a different language, but Benny got there eventually. Stasis – sleep. He was seeing June and her husband, and their girl. The words ‘no weapons in the house’ gave him a chill, but he didn’t think the kid was malicious.

He reached out a hand, and patted D’s hand. “You don’t need to catch anyone,” he said, feeling overwhelmingly sad. Was this kid just bending over backwards to please him, or was that what he’d been trained to do? And trained by who? Benny’s mind went to government conspiracy easily enough, but this seemed infinitely stranger than that. If the government couldn’t get their shit together to fix a damn street sign, he didn’t think they could be smart enough to manage this, either.

“Stasis,” he repeated. “I guess that’s what I mean when I say sleep. Do you go into stasis, Big D? ’cause that’s what I meant about the couch. It’s good for you. Gives your mind a rest, and your body, too. I ain’t gonna let anyone take you, kid. Not from my house.” As if there was a damn thing he could do about it. He offered his hand.

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i once knew a man but like all men, they never think they can die like all men, he never stopped doing what killed him and on his tombstone was written the saddest of words: (he tried.)— you are not Atlas; you cannot shoulder the world alone | m.a.w

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how they hangin’?

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                    “I can do you better than a couch man.”

He was glad he could this time too. He could offer Benny a whole damn room if he wanted it. It wasn’t like the Bunker was on a shortage of them. Him and Sammy only occupied two of the 12 there were.

                     “This place used to be home to the Men of Letter’s, they were a                      group of fancy hunters that spent their time here researching everything                      magical. They got a couple of rooms in this place, 12 that we have                      found, who knows how many more on the floors we have yet to check                      out. We got a torture dungeon, a garage, a kitchen and showers with                      the best water pressure your ever gonna feel.”

It wasn’t five stars but for people like him and Benny it was damn close. Hell after he had gotten out of purgatory he had been happy for a motel mattress and he hadn’t been there half as long as Benny had. He was willing to bet once the dude was down on one he would be down for hours.

Reaching out he picked up the mug, tipping back the whiskey.

                      “Sam’s gonna be shocked to find out I’m not. Him and Cas both.”

He offered the last name with a smirk. He was sure Benny still held the events of Purgatory against the angel, hell why wouldn’t he. He and Benny had become friends; it was understandable that he had been pissed at Cas for ditching him. The thing was, he didn’t hold against Cas, not any more. Too much had happened between them.

                      “Come on.”

He finished off the whiskey and set the cup down with the others before making his way out of the war room, through the library and into the hall way that let to some of the rooms.

                       “The one around the corner is Sam’s, this one’s mine and if you want                        man, this is one is all yours.”

Benny let out a low whistle. “Damn, hoss, I didn’t even think about a shower.” Simple luxury that Purgatory would never see. The thought of standing under that driving pressure was damn fine. Showers, and food, whiskey, and… an actual bed, a mattress. He shook his head, and grinned.

“Guess there’s a few advantages.” And pretty soon he’d find a way to consider the advantages of being human, as well. If he couldn’t… well, there was bound to be someone who would turn him back.

“Well,” he said. “I might hit the hay, then. Or take a shower and hit the hay. Rather not sleep in all this… Purgatory grime.” He pressed a hand to Dean’s shoulder, and patted his cheek. Fiercely fond. Hard to negotiate. He’d find his way. “You’re alive, Dean. Everything after this is a bonus, right?”

Green eyes and freckles. Benny took a moment to memorize them all again.

“G’night. Sleep tight.”

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Benny spent at least half an hour under the streaming water, and Dean was right. It was hot, and powerful, massaging muscles that were sore in a way they hadn’t been since 1955. He lathered up and rinsed off and shampooed his hair until he couldn’t smell blood, or fire, or sulphur, until every scent he associated with Purgatory was gone. When he closed his eyes, he forced himself to think of New Orleans, or Elizabeth, anything but the rocks and dead trees that had been his home. By the time he dragged his sorry ass to bed he felt really and truly clean.

And ready.

He crawled naked under the blanket, and linked his hands beneath his head, staring at the ceiling. There were advantages to being human, and this was for certain one of them; he was sleeping only doors away from Dean, which couldn’t have happened before. He understood, he did. They’d been blood brothers, but that wasn’t the same as being friends. Outside of Purgatory they hadn’t made a whole lot of sense. Now, he could help. Hunt monsters. He felt weak. Didn’t mean he was weak, just different from before. He was still the man who drug sheet metal across the factory floor to build the boats that won the shores in World War II, and lumber before that. He didn’t have the sharp sense of a vampire, but that didn’t mean he was deaf. And he had a friend. Maybe more’n one, if Sam and Castiel could see past their crap.

If they could, he could.

Some time later, without knowing his eyes had fallen shut, Benny dropped off to sleep and untroubled dreams.

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how they hangin’?

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Dean looked at the bunker from the window. “I don’t know man,” he answered finally after letting Benny’s questions hang in the air between them for a few minutes or so.

“I don’t know what they went to do after I went off to die. Sam’s got my phone and effects I don’t know if he would come back here or not, I don’t see baby so I am gonna guess he’s not coming back here or he will and just hasn’t made it yet. As for Cas, who’d have thought you’d miss him so much,” he finished, flashing Benny a smirk as he got out of the car.

He was willing to bet the bunker was closed and was never more thankful for the spell Sammy had found and activated so all one of the two of them had to do was step over the threshold and it would open for them without the key. It wasn’t like the key was easy to carry around either and they had only found one. This was if Sammy had been there.

Dean made his way to the door, opening it and letting Benny in before stepping in behind him, the metal door swing shut with a whine and a thunk that echoed through the bunker. He had been wrong about the warding, all of it was still off. Amara had ruined that for them. It was something he would need to put back up, it also meant Sammy hadn’t been home yet.

“Welcome to the bunker,” he said grinning as he walked past Benny and down the steps, letting the human take everything in. “Sorry about the mess, he added, “End of the world planning gets messy,” he added looking up at Benny as he started trying to collect some of the bottles and junk they had all left around. 

“Didn’t miss him,” Benny grumbled. “AIn’t lookin’ to get myself smote, first night back on earth, that’s all.” Castiel had abandoned Dean in Purgatory, and no explanation would ever make Benny see it different. He didn’t appreciate Dean right. Benny decided to leave off a mini-tirade. They were probably still close. No need to piss anyone off.

The mess of the bunker was reassuring. Even with his senses human, and dulled, it smelled right; beer and whiskey, fast food that never quite went off, and more than anything else, the musty scent of magic and lore. Books and weapons and a rime of salt, cold consecrated iron. He felt himself relax, feeling better in here, and told himself that was the last of it. He needed to get himself in the game. He was no use to Dean feeling like he might get carried off by winged monkeys any minute. He had never been a weak man, and he wasn’t going to start now, just because he’d lost an enhancement or two along the way. He had work to do. On top of whatever Dean needed, he had to figure out why the hell he’d been brought back at all, let alone human.

“Nice place you got here, hoss,” he said, examining the label on a bottle of whiskey. He recognized it. Nothing special. There was half a bottle left, so Benny sniffed at a couple of clean-looking mugs and poured them each a good dram. He let his eyes wander over the papers and the notes. He didn’t understand a lot of it, at a glance, but there was a desperation he could have read in a whole other language.

“You went off thinkin’ you were a dead man,” he said, shaking his head. “If I could give you anything… I wish there was a world where you didn’t have to do that. You must be tired. Got a couch I can sack out on?”

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D thought that a couch sounded like fun, some place soft to stretch out. He almost felt like he remembered a couch before but he didn’t know where he would have seen it. Shoving the last bite of pie in his mouth he dropped his licked his fingers clean before wiping them on his pants and looking at the man again when he said he was beat.

Wrinkling his face up, he looked around ducking down once again to look out the window at the sky before letting out a laugh. “You haven’t beat me,” he laughed.

“If I was beat they would have come, I’m not beat yet,” he added voice serious as he looked at Benny. Benny seemed nice but he didn’t seem to understand what was going on here. Somewhere there was something to battle, something he had to fight. That was how it always went. He got put on a planet and had to fight, Benny was saying he was beat but he wasn’t beat yet.

Benny blinked at D, and glanced at the window, trying to understand what the kid was lookin’ at. Beat. Beat, As in hurt, maybe, or like he didn’t win, or…

“Naw, kid. Beat, as in tired, y’know. Y’feelin’ tired?”

Jesus, maybe the kid didn’t even sleep. Benny tried to think through the images that were still swirling in his head, but his conscious mind seemed to be trying to eliminate them like the remainder of bad dreams in the morning light. Did he see anything that said D even slept? The blinding disorientation of finding himself somewhere unexpected… if he got shifted all over the ass end of the galaxy and back again every time he closed his eyes, he might not want to sleep.

“D… you ever close your eyes, and…” This was absurd. “Let your body be still for a few hours, maybe you get to dream about a pretty girl… wake up with the sun out. Wake up in the same place, like?” How did you explain sleeping to someone who didn’t? Benny hoped he was wrong. If there had ever been a kid who needed a good night’s sleep, it was this kid right here.

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hell adjacent

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moonoverbourbon:

A day. Nik could power through anything to get out of Purgatory, but he had to admit he was going to miss Benny. If only there were some way he could come too. He pushed the thought aside as a flight of fancy, and poked at the other side of the fire with a long stick. “I’m okay to go as far as we can tomorrow. Whatever we have to do…I just want to see him again.”

It felt wrong in a way, being this excited about seeing his love again when Benny was so far removed from his own. Nik felt for him, and renewed his promise to do whatever he could to carry a message to the man on the outside…even if it was to simply say that Benny was okay and still thought of him.

If the roles were reversed, Nik would want that for himself.

He listened to the story in rapt fascination. Who would have thought? A hunter? A vampire? He had only learned of such things since coming to Purgatory, but from what he’d been told – the two didn’t mix well. It had a very Romeo and Juliet vibe, and it made him ache for Benny all over again.

“What is his name?” Nik was determined – more determined than he’d ever been in his entire life. He was going to find this man that Benny loved, tell him, let him know that somewhere someone still thought about him. That someone still loved and still cared…and still wanted him. It was the very least he could do.

“I want to find him,” he said unceremoniously. “I want to find him when I get out of here. I want to tell him that you’re okay, and that you still think of him. If I were him, I would want to know that. I would want to know that someone thought of me, especially if I cared for them.” And he couldn’t believe that this man didn’t care for Benny. In just a few days, Nik had come to care for him very much. It would pain him to leave Benny here, alone, in his hell…

Maybe Damon could do something.

Nik blushed a deep scarlet as Benny continued to talk, but he couldn’t help thinking of Damon – how unabashedly sexual he was. It sounded as if he and Benny’s friend had a lot in common in that regard. “If you had another chance? A chance to start over? What would you do with it? Would you look for him? Try to make it work? There is part of me that worries it will never work with Damon and I – he is an angel, and I’m…just me. Who am I to hold his attention? Does that even make sense?”

Benny sat tracing a pattern into the dirt with a stick. Should he even tell? Did it make any kind of sense? Would Dean be better off thinking of Benny as dead and gone? Was it so selfish? He closed his eyes, and thought of Nik’s next questions. Made his head hurt.

“I don’t know,” he said, honestly. “I think… I think I could try to live like a man a hundred years and I still never would be one, and I still never would deserve someone like that. Only time it ever happened, you know that? Been in love twice before. My first wife, when I was human, my second, when I was… this. And then Dean. Never been with a man before that and my prospects here ain’t so good, I think,” he added, jocular, false. “Never felt anything like that. Women are delicate, especially when you’re as big as I am. Dean… Dean movin’ beneath me… that was somethin’ else. And when someone who don’t trust no one trusts you like that…”

He shook himself from the reverie, mortified. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… what do y’all say? Too much information,” he said, turning away with his cheeks burning.

“Dean Winchester. You won’t find him. He lives on the road, him and his brother. Saving people, hunting things. Rarely stays anywhere a week. Never had a credit card in his own name. Maybe if you get yourself nearly killed by something that goes bump in the night. What would I do. If I was a better man, I’d let him alone. One day, maybe he’ll get a chance to be happy. Might need to get a leg amputated first, slow him down enough to notice there’s a world left that he helped save.”

Benny glanced around them.

“You need sleep. If we’re gonna finish in one day tomorrow it’s a long day’s walkin’ we’ve got ahead. You need to pray, tell yer angel yer a day away. I’ll keep watch. But don’t forget. You pray his name. If the wrong sort finds out where you are, I promise you, you ain’t gonna end up in Purgatory a second time. And you’ll be a lot harder to find in Hell.”

He reached out a meaty hand to pat Nik’s shoulder, and settled himself more heavily against the rock, adjusting his hat as he went.

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cute hunter on the dash.

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hell adjacent

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moonoverbourbon:

Two days passed without much more than walking and the occasion Leviathan causing trouble. It had gotten to the point that Nik was no longer jumping at shadows, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want out of Purgatory any less than he had that first day. Benny was good company, but Nik missed his home. He missed Twain. The pain he felt at missing Damon so fiercely was like an open wound.

They talked as they walked. Nik told him about being a bartender as well, about how he’d grown up, and exactly what it had meant to have someone like Damon in his life. Angel or not, Damon had been exactly who and what Nik needed.

Still needed.

They were still following the river, and luckily there had been a few more fish to be found – though Nik was pretty sure he was going to regret eating them. He hoped it wasn’t like that myth (whose name he couldn’t recall). Eating something in the realm of the dead meant he was stuck there – he couldn’t handle it if that were the case.

It was getting dark, just past what amounted to sunset here, and he was starting to yawn.  Walking all day had a tendency to tire him out. Benny had been making noise about camping, and it was looking more and more like they wouldn’t get much further tonight. “How much further do you think it is?” Nik asked – the first time in days that he’d voice his curiosity aloud.

What he really wanted to know was how much longer it would be before he was reunited with Damon.

A small fire later, and they were sitting alongside each other. “A few days ago we were talking and you said you fell in love again. Do you want to talk about it? I mean, I may not have much advice to offer but…sometimes it helps to just have someone listen.” Maybe Benny would talk about what he’d left behind, give Nik a little something he could take out of here and do for the man that had saved his life.

Benny sighed. “I think if we head out early and power through, we’ll be there by sundown,” he said, though he didn’t have a lot of faith. Nik was pushing, but he was exhausted. He didn’t have supernatural stamina, and Benny couldn’t rightly offer to throw the man over his shoulder. “This river widens, a way up, and after that we veer off, start looking for a dead tree, against a rock face. The door’s up on the cliff face. We’ll get there.”

They’d been lucky, truth be told. Nik drew in a lot of bad but not as much as Benny thought, or else the monsters who wanted him knew Benny’s reputation and had decided it wasn’t worth the trouble.

He poked idly at the fire, and thought. What harm was there? He wasn’t getting out again. He shrugged.

“It was the other human,” he said. “Human man, ended up right here in Purgatory. Nothing like you. He was a hunter. Merciless. I followed him for weeks before I approached him, to tell him about the portal out of here. He didn’t trust me, spent his life fighting men like me. But he needed to get out, had a brother still in the world he needed to get back to, and Purgatory is no place for humans. But I wanted out as well. I’d found a neat bit of magic that could let my soul travel out with him, where he could reunite it with my bones, bring me back to life.”

He tossed the stick aside, and crossed his arms over his knees.

“He was a good man. And easy on the eyes, if I say so myself. Said I was like a brother, but I wanted a whole lot more than that from him. We didn’t make it far, in the world. Couldn’t. I’m a monster, and that’s what he hates, even if he hated me a little less. I loved him, but that wasn’t enough. Out there… a vampire’s gotta feed, gotta eat. And that means hurtin’ people, or stealin’ from hospitals, which isn’t as morally gray as I’d like to think it is. So when he asked me to come back here, and help a friend of his out of Hell… I did it. And this time, I stayed.”

He stared at the flames, struggling to stay alive. Purgatory was hostile to anything so alive.

“We had… a few nights.” He smiled gruffly. “Best nights of my whole life. I spent a lot of years around sailors, but Dean had a mouth on him that could make some of them blush.”

He got lost in the memory, Dean plastered against some ugly motel wallpaper and demanding that Benny make him feel it, hollering endearments like they were insults.

“Sorry. Probably more than you were askin’ me.”

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Professor!Benny for @floristbenny and @rebelrowena :3