Warnings : Secret relationship, feeding/blood, smut, anal, face sitting, 69, rimming, blowjobs, all male threesome. very brief mention of drug use.
Square filled : BennyCasSam #2 of 2
Written for : @spnkinkbingo
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Benny didn't wait for an answer. He knew what it would be, he could smell it. He pulled off his jacket, tossing it onto the foot of the bed, glancing between them. He brought his feet up, one at a time, just enough to pull the laces of his boots and untie them so he could toe them off and kick them aside. But it was when Benny started to undo his shirt that he got his answer. He had skipped an undershirt for this trip, so he exposed his bare chest, framed by his shirt and suspenders and smiled, his eyes now completely focused on Cas.
“Gotta be honest with ya, I thought it'd be him.” He motioned to Sam with his head as he undid the button just above the waist of his slacks. “But now that I think about it, not surprised it's you smelling like that. You saw me in my prime.” Benny grinned.
“Purgatory.” they both said it at the same time, and Benny's smile got wider.
Sam looked from one to the other, surprised that Cas seemed to be reacting to Benny like he was.
“You remember.” It wasn't a question, and it didn't need to be answered.
“I do.” Castiel nodded. “You tried to save me.”
“And I looked damn good doing it, huh?” Benny chuckled. “You wanna go first, angel boy? Or are we seducing the giant first?” Benny asked, as he slowly slid the suspenders down over his thick arms.
“He won't need much convincing.” Castiel answered, and both Sam and Benny were surprised. “Start with me.” Castiel undid his tie. “Sam won't be far behind.”
Castiel hadn’t been wrong. It turned out, Sam Winchester enjoyed watching almost as much as he did participating. Everything started off purely sexual, and when he was done with Castiel, Sam had come in and taken care of his angel, gentle touches and tenderness until Benny was watching Sam fuck the angel rougher than he had. And from there, it was all too easy for Benny to slide in and join them.
Benny had slowly integrated himself into their movements. Time no longer existed as they moved around and into each other. Benny soon found himself on his knees, Sam moving behind him, Castiel underneath.
Sam was close, Benny could feel it. He could feel the subtle twitches in Sam’s muscles and movements. And they only got worse when Cas would lick Sam’s shaft when he pulled out.
“Fuck, Cas.” Sam growled. “Oh, fuck.”
Benny had Cas in his mouth as well, one hand holding him up while the other pumped what wasn’t in his mouth with quick short strokes. Benny couldn’t help but moan and groan around the angels cock as Castiel took him in his mouth once more, taking Benny down into his throat while Sam’s balls slapped against his forehead.
That mental image, of Castiel with a cock deep in his throat and balls on his head, is what sent Benny over the edge. Nonsense gurgled out around Cas’s member gripped tight in his hand while he filled the angels mouth with his spunk and he clenched tight around Sam.
“Holy shit!” Sam’s thrust got faster, harder, curses falling out of his mouth for another minute or two before he was unloading deep into Benny. “Cas..” Cas let Benny fall out of his mouth, and tilted his head back a bit more just as Sam pulled free from of Benny. With a squeezing stroke of his cock, one last glob of come fell from his slit and landed right on Cas’s nose.
Benny was surprised when Cas grabbed tight and pulled, forcing Benny’s hips to tilt enough for the angel to lick at the come leaking out of his puckered hole. And when he was satisfied, his pushed his tongue in to collect the rest and clean the vampire out. Benny shook and pulled away, panting before he collapsed on the bed next to the angel. He looked up at Sam, who stood next to the bed trying to catch his breath as he watched Cas lick around his mouth.
“Tired?” Benny asked, sitting up.
“Just need a few minutes.”
“I don’t.” Benny grinned. “On your back.” Sam glanced from Benny, to the bed, and then back again. “Angel boy and I will do all the work. Promise.” he winked.
“God, that Winchester blood is good.” Benny moaned into Sam’s neck. Sam had hissed, pulling away when Benny’s teeth left his skin. “There is nothing like fucking and feeding at the same time. You sure you don’t wanna turn?” Benny teased.
“Shut up and keep fucking.” Sam groaned.
“You like it. Bet you’d like it more with your cock deep in your angel ass, huh?” Benny looked over to Cas who’d been watching and stroking himself. “Get over here.”
Cas let go of his cock, moving closer on his knees, and settling himself over Sam’s face first, moaning when Sam didn’t hesitate to lap at his rim. “Will you feed on me next?” Cas asked, hips moving as Sam ate him out.
“If you don’t mind. Promise I won’t drain ya.” Benny leaned in and kissed Cas’s plump lips. “He’ll fuck your ass while I do it.” Cas nodded and bit Benny’s lip. “I love it when they bite back.” Benny growled.
“Good to know.” Cas smiled before lifting off Sam.
Dean got out of his car, and moved towards Sam’s. He look inside the driver side window before glancing to the line of motel doors. Sam would park as close as he could to the door, so he started there. The first one he moved to, the curtain was pulled back, and it was a woman passed out on the bed, tv blaring and a needle nearby.
The next door, Dean didn’t even need to go near. He could hear Sam. Shaking his head, Dean sighed and pulled out his lockpick kit. “Too busy fucking to call and let me know he’s okay. Bitch.” When he touched the doorknob, however, it turned. “Too busy to even lock the door. That’s how you get killed.”
Tucking the lock pick kit back into his jacket, Dean quietly opened the door. “Hey asshole, no pussy is more important than…” Dean froze at the sight in front of him. “calling…”
Sam was on his back, firm grip on Castiel's hips as he fucked up into him. Blood ran down Castiel's right side from his shoulder, the blood following the hard lines of his body down his chest until I reached Sam’s skin. And behind Cas, a man who’s face he couldn’t see just yet, hands gripping Cas’s thighs as he moved. Who he was moving in, Dean had no idea.
“Hey, brother.”
“Benny!?” Dean looked surprised as Benny smiled at him, fangs out and blood around his mouth. “What- What the fuck..?”
“Sorry Sammy.” Benny chuckled as he looked down, his pace never faltering as he fucked Sam. “Guess big brother knows your fucking his boy now.”
Sam glanced back, guilt written all over his face. “Dean-”
“I-” Dean looked between the three of them. “Wha- I..” He licked his lips. “I need some fucking air.” Dean turned and walked out.
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Tagging : Cas. - @deanandsamsbitch
Sam - @evyiione @skycat41 @rebelminxy @purplecatterpiller @stark-red19
I haven’t abandoned it! However, I am in the process of moving, so it may take a little while yet to update. Stay tuned! Great things planned for the next chapter(s).
Pairing : Benny x Daughter!Elizabeth, Dean, Sam, Castiel, Benny x Reader.
Word count : 1,298
Warning : Fluffy adorableness
A/N : If you haven’t yet, please read The Arrangement as this little series directly follows that one. I used The Arrangement tag list for this first chapter. If you want to be tagged in this series let me know.
Part 1 of The Honorary Winchester.
“Elizabeth Sam Lafitte, the honorary Winchester, and officially the youngest Woman of Letters in history, I bequeath you, your bedroom.” Dean pushed the door open, and Elizabeth gasped. “I know it ain’t much, sweetheart, but we can decorate it however you like. It’ll be yours, forever.”
“I love it uncle Dean!” She wrapped her arms around his leg and hugged him tight.
“Mom’s just up the hall over there, closer to Uncle Sammy, in room 19. I’m right over here, in room 11. Sammy is in number 21.” She nodded as he told her. “Kitchen is just past that. Library is down that way-”
“Can I put my bag in my room first?”
“Yeah.” He chuckled awkwardly. “Sorry. I’m just real excited you’re here, princess.” Dean smiled.
“Me too.” She grinned and headed in with her little luggage, and looked around. “Where does uncle Cas stay?” Elizabeth found the angel beyond interesting. He was the first one she’d ever met.
Dean pointed to a door no too far off. “Number 15.”
“Close to me!?” She got excited.
“If he’s staying, yeah.”
“Oh, I hope he does! I never met an angel before.”
For the first time in probably decades, the table in the kitchen felt crowded. Even though Castiel didn’t eat, he sat across from Elizabeth and between the two brothers. Her legs kicked under the table, sometimes grazing one of his knees, not that he minded at all. He smiled as she was reminded, yet again, that she needed to eat.
“Did you know, uncle Cassie-”
“Castiel, or Cas is fine.” He corrected for probably the fourth time today, and Sam chuckled.
“That some people don’t believe in angels?” Her eyes were wide, as if it was an absurd thought.
“I do know that, yes.”
“If someone doesn’t believe in you, do you stop existing, or do they just not see you?”
“No, I am still very much here.”
“Than how do they not know you are real? I can see you! You have to be real if I can see you, right?”
“That’s a whole other can of worms, there, kid.” Dean chuckled.
“Not everyone sees us. We don’t often come to earth, at least we didn’t until more recently.”
“Why?”
“Because we can work from heaven.”
“Why?”
“That’s where we live?” He glanced to Dean to see if he was keeping things simple enough for the child, and Dean nodded.
“Why?”
“Because that was the plain created for us by my father.”
“Why?”
“Bethy.” Benny warned.
“But papa! I wanna know why?” She looked at him with big puppy dog eyes.
You chuckled softly. “Benny hates that you taught her that, Sam.”
“But why?” Sam said it almost in the same tone as Elizabeth, and gave Benny the same eyes and pout that his daughter was.
“Why did we have to come here?” Benny grumbled and looked back down at his plate. “I should’a fed on him.”
“Hey!” Dean and Elizabeth both scolded Benny and you just shook your head with a smile and ate. You had missed this.
“Is heaven nice?” Her attention was back on Cas.
“It’s alright.” Dean answered for him with a shrug.
“I suppose it depends where you go..” Sam mused.
“You went to heaven, uncle Sammy!?” Her eyes were wide.
“Yep.” Sam nodded. “Uncle Dean, too.” Her eyes shifted to Dean who nodded. “Everyone’s heaven if different. Mine was different from Dean’s.”
“Yes, that is correct. Heaven is like..” Cas tried to think of an analogy she would understand. “You know the tall buildings in a city?” She nodded, excitedly. “Heaven is kind of like that.” He thought about it, and it wasn’t too far off. “Behind all the doors, instead of offices, you have heavens. Each person gets their own.”
“Oh.” Her food was long forgotten again as she listened to Cas.
“Some are offices.” He admitted.
“Like a big boss on a top floor?”
“Yes.” He nodded. “Like a big boss on a top floor, someone has to watch over everyone. Those people have offices. And there are conference rooms, and hallways, but mostly it’s just doors with heavens.”
“What about a cubimal?” He furrowed his brow at that. “Cubimal. I saw them on a show once mama was watching. People work in cubimals in big offices.”
“Cubicles.” You corrected.
“No, we don’t have cubicles that I’ve seen. Though, it is possible I’ve just never seen one.” She seemed excited about the ideas of angels in cubicles, so he let her believe there could be some.
“I made a cubimal once out of couch cushions.” She smiled. “Mama called it a fort, but it was a cubimal. I did work in there.” She looked very proud of herself as she shifted in her seat to sit taller and Dean glanced at you as you rolled your eyes. “Can I make a cubimal here too? I can help you with your work!”
“I don’t think we’ve got the cushions for that, kid.” Dean gave her an apologetic smile. “But Forts, that we can do.” He grinned. “I’m good at forts.”
“No you’re not.” Sam scoffed. “You were horrible at them. They always fell down.”
“‘Cause you’re a damn giant!”
“Oh!” Elizabeth pointed at Dean, mouth wide.
“Hey, I already put money in your jar, I still have a few more to go, okay?”
“I wasn’t always, Dean. I was scrawny and small as a kid.” Elizabeth gave Sam a wide eyed stare in disbelief that Sam had ever been anything even remotely small.
“Look, you do the nerdy shit, okay? Forts are me.” He looked back to Elizabeth. “Don’t even say it, I have at least three more.” He stuck out his tongue at her, and she returned the look with one of her own.
“This is why we came, Benny. She needs this. I need this.” He rolled his eyes at first, but then he looked over and gave you a loving smile.
“Uncle Sammy, what was your heaven like?”
“Stupid.” Dean grumbled.
“It was not stupid, Dean.” Sam shot his brother a look. “Just because you weren’t happy with it-”
“Dude, you were having dinner with some teenybopper, and chasing around a stray dog.”
“I had a crush on that girl once, okay? And I loved that damn dog. All you had was your car and a road.” Sam scoffed.
“My road lead to you, Bitch.”
“Jerk.”
“Boys, come on.” You motioned to Elizabeth who just grinned.
“Sammy… you said bad word!” She singsonged.
“Yeah, yeah I did.” He sighed. “I’ll pay you after dinner.”
“Eat, Bethy.” Benny told her for what felt like the millionth time, and she picked up her fork, and it got halfway to her mouth before she stopped and looked up at Cas again. “Here we go again..” Benny mumbled, realizing he lost her again.
“Uncle Cassie?”
“Cas.” He corrected once more.
“In my book, you have big black wings.”
“Yes.”
“Why can’t I see them?”
“Do you wish to?”
“Yes!” Her whole face lit up.
“Very well.”
“No, Cas not in-” Dean was cut off by Castiel’s wings appearing, and items being knocked around by the force. “here.” Dean sighed as he glanced around to survey the mess made. “I ain’t cleaning that.”
Elizabeth stared wide eyed at the large shadow black wings that were spread out as much as the space allowed. “Wow!” Castiel beamed with pride. “I can touch?” She asked him politely. “Please?”
He thought about that for a moment. “Normally, I would say no. But perhaps I will let you-” Before he could finished, Elizabeth was climbing over the table and reaching out to run her fingers through it, and Castiel shuddered.
“So pretty! I wish I had pretty wings like you.”
“Bethy, off the table.”
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Final part of The Arrangement.
A week. It took a week to be strong enough to really move around. And that’s when you headed for the hospital. You told the nurse you had a home birth with a doula, and everyone was doing fine, but you wanted to be sure.
First, your daughter got checked out while you filled out the paperwork. You heard the nurse gushing over how adorable she was, and ask her name. “Elizabeth Sam Lafitte.” Benny smiled with pride.
“Elizabeth. What a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl.” The nurse grinned, as she placed the naked baby on the scale. “What was her birth weight?”
“She was 3.1kgs.” The nurse turned to glance at you. “She was born a day before 38 weeks.”
The nurse looked back at the scale. “Okay, so she’s growing nicely. That’s a good sign, yes it is.” She cooed as she pick up the infant again. “No complications?”
“It was perfect.” You smiled, glancing up at Benny.
“Well..” The nurse started putting a fresh diaper from your diaper bag on her. “She is perfectly healthy. As soon as you’re done filling that out, I’ll give you a once over as well, but you do need to make a doctors appointment for next week for this little sweet thing, and one for yourself in 5 weeks. If you want, I can refer you to someone here.”
“We actually don’t live around here, we were visiting family when she came early, and I got lucky that my brother in law is a doula. But we aren’t scheduled to head back home for a while, so if I could see someone while here-”
“Oh, I’ll see what I can arrange while you finish that up.” She smiled and handed Elizabeth over to Benny. “You can get her dressed, and I’ll be right back.” She stopped to jot Elizabeth's weight down on her paper with the other measurements, and then she left the room.
Your little family of three was walking out about an hour later, with appointments for a check up for the baby and you, and a handful of pamphlets, papers, and a kit for a urine screening to be done then mailed in.
The first time you woke up and Elizabeth was no longer with you, you almost had a heart attack. You ran frantic through the bunker, only to find her with Dean. “I thought you could use the rest.” He told you shyly. “I mean, you were so tired after her feeding and-”
“It’s okay, Dean.” You smiled. “Just scared me for a minute.”
“Want her back?”
You watching him, how he held her, how he looked at her. “Actually, do you mind if I grab a bit more shuteye before her next feed? I am still pretty tired.”
He smiled softly. “Go for it.”
You headed back for your room and got back in bed.
You couldn’t remember falling asleep, but you must have. You checked the time and saw that you had sleep another hour. On the search for Dean and Elizabeth, you ran into Sam and Benny in the kitchen cooking. “I think I saw them heading for the library.” Sam informed you, before you could even ask.
And that’s where you found them, both sound asleep, Dean with a book in his lap. “Monsters 101, by Samuel Winchester.” You chuckled softly, picking it up. You smiled seeing the family picture of the five of you Sam had taken right after she was born, and placed on the last page.
“Happy 1 month, princess.” You kissed her head. Feeling her shift, Dean’s arm moved more around her, and he grumbled in his sleep. “Sweet dreams, uncle Dean.” You gave his cheek a kiss, and walked away, letting them cuddle together for a bit longer.
After that, finding Elizabeth and Dean reading or asleep in the library when you woke up from a nap was commonplace.
Elizabeth was 8 months old when it was decided to head back home. Dean was the most upset about it, though he tried to hide it. “I can finally sleep at night again. Between you two going at it like rabbits, and her waking up every few hours..” He grumbled.
“You’ll miss the white noise of it all.” You teased, kissing his cheek. “Should I film a night and send you a video?”
“Then I’ll never sleep.” Sam grumbled. “The sound of his fapping away will echo through the bunker.”
“Fuck off!” Dean shot his brother a glare.
“Sound travels, Dean. Especially when you’re in the shower.”
“Bitch.” Dean mumbled, turning away.
“I’ll send you that video.” You gave Dean a teasing wink that made him huff.
“You damn well will not!” Benny growled out and you laughed.
You sent Dean pictures and videos, but they were of Elizabeth. Her laugh, her first steps, all the mama’s and dada’s, and everything he was so sad to miss. You mailed him the canvas her first finger paint picture was painted on, and pictures you took of her and the family so he could frame them if he wanted to.
For her first birthday, the boys came in for a visit. Dean grinning as she tried to run to him, just to fall. But without missing a beat, she crawled as fast as she could to his arms when he crouched down for her. “Awe, you remember your uncle Dean, don’t cha?” He grinned, his whole face lit up. Sam looked at her over his brother’s shoulder, gushing at how big she got.
“How’s breastfeeding going?” Sam asked.
“You want to write this down, don’t you?” He smiled shyly. “Get out your damn notepad.” He chuckled, and pulled out a notepad and a pen from his jacket pocket. “She still doesn’t have her teeth, yet, or at least doesn’t know how to bring them down. She can get my nipples to bleed a bit, but when she’s really hungry, like really really hungry, Benny will break the skin a bit more for her. She’ll suck it back for maybe.. Five/ten minutes, blood and breast milk mixing together, and fall right to sleep.”
“Interesting..” He muttered, genuinely intrigued. Since the bunker was suppose to house all the information the world had to offer on supernatural beings, he figured adding vampire babies to that was his duty, since he confirmed, it simply didn’t exist. “Is there-”
“Sit. You can ask away, and Dean can enjoy his little Princess.”
“Don’t get too comfortable, Dean. We’ve got a car to unload.” You cocked an eyebrow. “Dean went a bit crazy shopping for his little Princess.” Sam laughed.
“Benny gets home in about an hour. He can help if Dean bails on you.” You and Sam went towards the kitchen. “Coffee?”
“Please.”
“De!”
“DID YOU HEAR THAT!?” Dean hurried in as you set a mug in front of Sam. “Say it again, Princess.” he grinned, waiting.
“Da.” She laughed as his face fell.
“Oh, come on!” Her giggle fit was in full swing as he tried to coax her into saying it again, and she responded with anything but. “I give up.” he muttered in defeat.
Her little hand hit his cheek, then pulled on his bottom lip, trying to make him look at her again. “De!” she screeched.
His face lit up once more, and he turned to you and Sam. “We heard, Dean.” Sam smiled.
“You might have Uncle Sammy’s name, but I'm your favorite, right?”
“De! De! De!” she laughed, hand smacking his shoulder with every time she said it.
They never missed a birthday. Never. Always in town to celebrate for the whole week. A present for each day, and then two or three on the day of. Saying Elizabeth was spoiled, was an understatement.
They spoiled her.
Benny spoiled her.
Any time she visit Benny at work, everyone there spoiled her. Slices of pie, or extra something with her order. Or small toys from the little machines in the corner.
She was to be home schooled for obvious reasons, and you started her early, since you could. At two she was counting, learning colors, numbers and letters. You let her go at her own pace, she had time.
When her teeth started to bother her, Benny taught her control. Then taught her to control the hunger. When she got hungry, she just bit into you and drank, and shed leave you weak and tired. She was three when those lessons started. She barely understood, but Benny managed. By four she had some self control.
When her fifth birthday was days away, and you hadn't heard from the Winchesters in months, you packed up. Benny complained you were packing too much stuff, but you ignored him, pointing out that if something was wrong, you might be sticking around. “They've never missed a birthday, Benny.”
“Yeah, you're right.” he sighed.
Elizabeth loved the idea of a long drive to see her uncles. Until she realized just how long it was. Then it was a string of “Are we there yet”, “I'm hungry” and “Oh can we stop and see that?!”.
And he did, from time to time Benny would pull the truck over and let her see what she wanted to see. Cows grazing or horses running in a field. He let her out to pick fresh corn, fresh berries, fresh apples. You saw ‘the worlds biggest’ something at least three times.
And she loved every moment. Until she was back in the truck and then- “Are we closer yet, daddy? Why is it taking so long?”
Until she finally fell asleep. Benny was happy to drive through the night without interruptions, without impromptu stops. Your arm along the back of the seat, fingers brushing along the nape of his neck and in the short hairs there. “Putting me to sleep, Darlin’.” he smiled, glancing over at you.
“Sorry.” you smiled sleepily.
“Get some sleep while you can, ‘cher. We'll be there soon enough, and the tornado will be in full swing again.” he motioned to his daughter.
You smiled, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “I love you, Benny Lafitte.”
He grinned. “I love you too, Y/N Lafitte.” You blushed and closed your eyes your fingers blushing along his neck one last time before you curled up to try and sleep. “Best damn thing to ever happen to me.” he smiled to himself as your breathing steadied.
“Mon amour?” You hummed, shifting. “Cher, wake up, we're in Lawrence.”
“We're there!?” her scream snapped you awake, making you jump. “Finally!” her head went back with an exasperated sigh.
Benny laugh. “We are, mon petite chou.” he glanced at you. “You hungry?”
“What time is it?” you stretched, as much as you could in the confined space.
“‘bout 8am.”
“Mm. Sam and Dean’ll probably be making breakfast soon. We'll join em. Miss their cooking.” you smiled, mouth watering at the thought.
Less than an hour later, you were walking down the stairs. “Honey, we're home!” you called out.
“Uncle Dean! Where are you!” Elizabeth screamed at the top of her lungs and rushed past you.
“Bethy.” Benny warned.
“Princess?” Dean called out, coming around the corner and looking a little worse for wear.
“Uncle Dean!” she hit the ground running, slamming against him.
“Elizabeth?” Sam came out, cast on his arm. “What are you guys doing here?”
“It's my birthday tomorrow!” she looked up at Dean. “Did you forget?”
His shoulders dropped. “Shoot, I'm sorry, princess. We got a little busy, and Sammy got hurt-”
“You have a booboo, too.” she poked at the stitches on his forehead, making him wince.
“Bethy.” Benny warned her again.
“Wait!” she dug deep in her pocket and pulled out a bandaid. She had a huge grin on her face as she placed the my little pony bandaid over his stitches, then grabbed his cheeks and tilted his head down to kiss it.
“Do you always have bandaids in your pockets?” he laughed.
She nodded. “I get lots of boo boos.” She showed him her knees.
“A good Winchester is always prepared.” he gave her a wink. To her, being called a Winchester was like being in an elite club, she loved it.
“The wife wanted to be sure you boys were okay.” Benny told Sam, pulling him into a hug, while Dean smiled and hugged you. Then you switched. “Packed us right up and we drove all night.”
“You never miss a birthday.” you pointed out. “And we haven't heard from you in months.”
“Things got a bit busy.” Sam told you. “But we're glad you came.” he smiled. Then he noticed the luggage you brought. “How long are you planning on staying?”
You chuckled softly. “A while, if you don't mind.”
“Never.” Dean grinned, booping Elizabeth on her nose.
You smiled, watching them, then suddenly noticed a man behind them, quietly watching as well. “Hello.” you gave the man you didn't know a soft smile.
“Hello.” he answered, but made no move to come closer, or say anything further. He just watched.
“That's Castiel. Castiel, this is Y/N, Benny and their daughter Elizabeth.”
“Yes. I've seen their pictures.” you glanced to Sam who just gave you a shrug.
“He's an angel.” Dean told Elizabeth, and she gasped, looking up at the man with wide eyes.
You looked to Sam again. “The angel?”
Sam shook his head, but Dean gave his brother a confused look. “What do you mean, no? Sammy, he's the only angel we got.” You chuckled softly and Sam shook his head again. “What?”
“Sam once told me that you had.. relations with an angel.” You tried to keep it PG in front of your daughter, and Dean's eyes went wide as the realization hit him.
“I'm gonna put a fucking muzzle on you.” he growled, pointing at Sam. Elizabeth gasped, and ran to her little Hello kitty luggage, pulling out a jar with some quarters in it. “Are you shitting me?” he asked, when he saw the label marked ‘swear jar’. She shook it again, the quarters in it clinking together and against the glass. With a grumble, Dean dug into his pocket.
“I wanted a new doll, but mama said I had enough dolls, so she's not buying. Mama also says with a swear jar, visiting you, I can buy ten dolls.” she grinned up at him.
Dean shot you a glare as he put in a ten dollar bill into her jar. “That should cover me for today.” He ruffled her hair. “As for my relations, that's a topic not up for discussion.” he glared at his brother.
“Mama, what's relations?” Elizabeth looked up at you as she put her jar down on the table.
“It's how babies are made.” You hoped she accepted that for now, and didn't ask more into it.
She gasped, eyes going back to her favorite uncle. “Is uncle Dean gonna have a baby!?”
You'd never seen Sam laugh as hard as he did in that moment. His whole body shaking as he first leaned back, and then doubled over.
“I'm not having a damn baby.” Dean looked almost mortified at the idea.
“But mama is having one.”
“What!?” The three of them said it at once, Sam no longer laughing.
“Surprise?” you gave Benny a shy smile. “It's kind of the real reason I insisted on coming. I was hoping Sam could reprise his role as my doula.” You smiled.
“Are you serious?”
“Cher-” Benny was stunned.
Elizabeth ran to her luggage again and pulled out a book. “We're gonna need a new picture for my book, Uncle Sam!” he gave her a nod. She moved over to the stranger and tugged on his trench coat. “Are you family too? Will you be in my book?” she held it up for him.
“Yeah, he’s- he's family..” Dean dropped into a chair, letting it soak in that they'd have to go through all that again.
“What do I call you?” she asked him.
“Cas. You may call me Cas, like they do.” He took the book from her, and glanced at the cover, seeing Sam had made it for her. He flipped through the pages, noting a drawing of the girls father where it said ‘vampire’. He smiled when he go to the angel page and saw a drawing of himself.
“Is that you, uncle Cas?”
He nodded. “Yes. I believe that is me.”
“Will you be in our picture too?” She flipped to the last page and showed him. “That’s me.” she pointed to the baby.
“I would be honored, little one.”
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Just before 8 months, the supply was running low. You were honestly a bit surprised it got you this far considering they had told you they left some behind. That’s when it hit you. “Benny?”
“Ain’t morning yet, ‘Cher. Back to sleep, you need your rest.” His eyes were closed, arms wrapped around you.
“I need to ask you something really important.” You rolled over and looked up at him
“What’s so important it can’t wait?” He cracked open one eye.
“What are you eating?”
“Darlin’-”
“You’re not drinking my blood, your not feeding directly from me, what are you eating, Benny?”
He licked his lips. “Dean picks me up a bag or two every now and then. If it’s the right blood type, I add it what you need. If not, I drink.”
“Benny!”
“I’m fine, Cher.” He smiled. “As long as you’re okay and that baby is kicking, I’m fine. I promise, I’m eating. Dean’s been making sure of it. Worried I’ll feed on his precious brother if I go too long without.” Benny chuckled.
“You saying you wouldn’t?”
Benny shook his head. “He knows how to take care of you. Dean goes first, looks delicious.” He joked with a wide grin and you laughed.
“I heard that!” You heard from across the hall and laughed louder.
“Don’t you worry about me. You worry about that little bub you’re carrying. Got it?”
“Sir, yes sir.” You snuggled against his chest. “Benny?” He hummed, his eyes already closed again. “Think Sam would mind checking the heartbeat again?”
“I don’t think Sam would mind at all. Why?”
“I love how you light up every time you hear it.” You smiled and let yourself drift off to sleep to the sound of his heart beat.
Sure enough, later that morning, as soon as that quick little heartbeat filled the room, Benny’s eyes closed, a soft smile on his face. You were sad you couldn’t get regular ultrasounds as well. One had happened around three months when the boys snuck you into the hospital, and into an unused ultrasound room. He didn’t know know how to read all the information he saw there, but no one cared. You saw your baby. And to you, it was perfect. You glanced over at the pictures Sam had printed before you all snuck out again, sitting by the bed in a wooden frame Dean had picked up on the way back to the bunker. You smiled at them as that little heartbeat filled your ears.
“I’m no doctor, but it still sounds healthy.” Sam smiled when you turned back to him. “If you want, I can probably find somewhere to get a handheld ultrasound too, maybe see what you’re having?”
As much as you wanted to see it again, you shook your head. “I want to be surprised.” You smiled. “As long as we both make it, I don’t really care what it is.”
Sam gave you a nod and a smile again, holding the wand over your belly and letting you hear it for a bit longer. The sound seemed to relax everyone. Even Dean was standing near by, smiling as he listened.
Then there was a ‘Thwump’ and you felt the baby shift, the heart beat getting weaker. Sam laughed, and moved the wand, following it, just to hear the sound again, and the baby shift.
“I think someone wants a bit of privacy.” He chuckled. “But as far as I can tell, everything’s good. It’s heart is going strong, and you’re not experiencing anything new. I think it’s safe to say you’ll both survive this. And I’ll admit, I had doubts.”
“I think we all did.” You admitted softly, hands moving over your stomach, ignoring the stickiness from the gel. “But I’m stubborn as hell.” You smiled.
“And strong.” Dean mused from where he stood. “I don’t think anyone else could do this.”
Your cheeks blushed pink and you glanced down as Benny kissed your head. “Thanks Dean. That means a lot to me.”
Three days, if you were lucky. But more often than not it was every other day. And if you knew it was coming soon, Benny would help you relax in the best way possible. Either with his hand between your thighs, or the drag of his cock and a thumb on your clit. More often than not, you’d pass out from your orgasm, a look of pure bliss on your face. And he’d get you both decent and hold you, stroking your hair while Sam checked on you.
But the bigger the baby inside you grew, the weaker you got. Soon, meals started coming to you. Sam still insisted you get up once in a while, even just to walk in your own room.
Dean would drag Benny out with him sometimes, just to get him out for a few hours. Sometimes they were just getting supplies, sometimes hitting a bar for a drink, once or twice Dean dragged him on a salt and burn. But you were always fine. Sam would set himself up close by and study up. You chuckled when you found out he was figuring out how to bring your child into this world. “Midwife Sam Winchester.” You teased.
“Hey, if there are others like us, tons of people are fucking something supernatural. I could make a killing.” He winked making you laugh.
“You’ve-”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “Werewolf, and a demon, at least.” He sighed. “Dean fucked an angel and had a kid with an Amazon.”
“Like, wonder woman?” Your eyebrows furrowed. “That’s real?”
“I think it was more like that futurama episode…” He tilted his head to the side a bit as he thought about it.
“Snu Snu!” You laughed.
“Yeah, yeah.” He laughed with you. “Death by snu snu. Those kids grow up fast, and then kill their fathers.”
“Oh.” Your eyes went wide.
“Fun times.” Sam smiled with a nod.
“Sounds like your sex life is about as ‘Normal’ as mine.” You teased, nudging him.
When you hit 36 weeks, you felt like you hit the point of no return. Even though you had hit that long ago, everything was very real, and coming up fast. You hadn’t seen much of Dean in the last few days, and you were worried he was mad at you. “Sam?”
“Hm?” He looked up from where he sat with his laptop across the room
“Is Dean really that mad that I ate his food last week?”
Sam chuckled remembering Dean’s face when he walked into the kitchen, and his burger was long gone, and you were half way through his pie. “I think he understands that the baby wants what it wants. Don’t worry about him. He’s been keeping busy.” You worried your bottom lip between your teeth. “He’s not mad, I promise.”
About two hours later, there was a gentle knock on your door. You had been watching a movie on Sam’s laptop with Benny, and when you looked up, Dean was standing there. “Hi..” You said quietly, unsure.
“Come on, I got something to show you two.” He smiled.
You glanced at Benny who shrugged as he put the laptop aside and got up to help you out of bed. You followed quietly behind Dean, wondering where he was taking you. Just two doors down from his room, and a bit closer to Sam’s, he stopped. Motioning towards the door, you once again gave Benny a confused look.
Benny let go of you so you could step forward and open the door. You gasped what you saw inside. “I told you he wasn’t mad.” Sam smiled as he came up the hall from his own room.
Stepping inside, your mouth a gape, you couldn’t believe your eyes. The only original furniture left in the room was the bed and a single dresser. The room was now painted a soft mint green, there was a beautiful white crib and change table that housed drawers. The bedding for both the crib and the bed matched everything else in the room. “Dean..” You breathed out softly, completely in awe.
“Figured you guys might stick around for a bit, it’s safe here. When you leave, you can take it all with you. It’s yours. We’ll call it a baby shower gift from the Winchester Uncles.” He gave you a soft smile.
“Look in the drawers.” Sam smiled.
You slowly shuffled to the change table, hearing Benny hug and thank the brothers behind you. The top shelf had diapers, wipes, creams and tiny little baby shoes. Opening the first drawer, you let out a noise half way between a chuckle and a sob. “Oh my god.” You gush, pulling out a tiny pair of socks. “Oh, Dean.” You laughed picking up a tiny Led Zepplin Stairway to heaven onesie, and then an ACDC t-shirt that matched his own. Everything in the room was neutral colors, and the clothes weren’t any different.
Turning and taking a good look around, you had tears running down your cheeks. There was a shelf full of books. Upon closer inspection you shook your head. Some were fairy tales, some just simple children's story books, but one looked homemade. Pulling it down, you flipped through the pages and found yourself looking at a child friendly monster 101 guide book. It was hand drawn cartoonish pictures of what they’d look like, with the names written on top. But for Vampire, it also said “Daddy” and there was a drawing of Benny that made you chuckle.Then on the last page, there was a space for a family picture that said “Not all monsters are monsters. Some are family.”
Looking back to the front cover, you saw ‘Written and Illustrated by Samuel Winchester’. You turned to him, crying freely and rushed over to hug him, book still in your hands. “Thank you.”
“You’re family.” He smiled, arms going around you for a moment before you pulled away and grabbed hold of Dean.
“Anything else you need, you let me know.” Dean said as he rubbed your back and you cried as you hugged him. You gave him a nod before pulling away and wiping the tears off your cheeks.
“Seriously.. Thank you.”
You spent the next hour just taking in the room, Benny standing behind you with his arms around your waist so his hands could rest over his unborn child.
As you lay in bed that night, curled up into Benny’s side, you decided to finally say what you had been wanting to tell him for so long. “Benny?”
“Yes, Darlin’?”
You shifted and looked up at him, watching how the right side of his lips curved into a smile as the baby kicked at him. “If anything happens, if you might lose me.. Change me.”
He looked at you. “Cher-”
“I know you don’t want to, Benny. But I want to be a family with you more than anything. Please at least think about it. I’d risk it all for you, Benny. Again and again. This is the happiest I’ve ever been.” You chuckled. “I don’t want it to end.”
“I’ll think about it.” He answered quietly, and you nodded before snuggling backup and drifting off to sleep. Benny did just that, staring up the ceiling and thinking about it while he felt the little kicks in his side. He had decided long ago you were his choice, it would always be you. He could live without the child, but not you. Now, with that heart beat, with those kicks, and a possibility of forever, Benny felt like he’d just be selfish if he gave into the idea of both. Because if there was one person he did not want to meet up with in purgatory, it was you. After hours of staring up, he rolled onto his side, pulling you closer. Kissing your forehead, he finally let his eyes close.
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Part 8 of The Arrangement.
Benny was holding your hand, kissing your knuckles again and again. He was so happy, but still so scared. Sam and Dean both stood off to the side. “Think we got anything in here that can help us figure out what the hell is going on?” Dean asked.
Sam shrugged. “I mean, I’ve read most of the stuff over the years, but not everything. I have no idea. But we need to face reality here, Dean.”
“What’s that?” Dean didn’t take his eyes off you and Benny.
“They can’t keep it. They way I see it, they’ve got two options they are both ignoring. Either they end it, or she turns so she can carry it.” Dean finally took his eyes off you and looked to his younger brother.
“I ain’t turning her.” They looked back, and Benny was standing, eyes angry and boring into them. “I promised I would never do that, I wouldn’t let her become a monster like me.”
“It’s killing her, Benny. You might not have a choice if you don’t end it.” Even though Sam had no connection to these people, his voice was sad.
“I ain’t turning her.” He said again.
Dean sighed. “What about the cure?” He looked to Sam, and Benny felt a bit of hope. “If it’s vamp-”
Sam shook his head. “Only works if you don’t feed.”
“It’s not even born yet-”
“But it’s feeding on her. At least as far as we can tell, that’s why she’s like this. And besides, you remember what it did to you?”
Benny cocked an eyebrow at that and looked to Dean. “You went vamp?”
“Yeah, I remember..” Dean’s shoulders dropped in defeat. Maybe Sam was right, there were only two options.
“That’ll kill a newborn, Dean. Let alone a baby still in the womb. Even if there was a shot of it working, I doubt they’d risk that.”
“Just need blood.” You mumbled, trying to sit up. Benny hurried to help you.
“Oh, is that all you need? Well then, let’s just go out to the blood store and order you a vampymeal.” Benny shot Dean a glare. “Oh come on, we don’t even know what the hell is going on, how does she-”
“She’s a nurse.” Benny ground out. “Works the hospital.”
“No wonder you latched on to her..” Dean rolled his eyes and Benny growled. “Where the hell would we get enough blood to keep her alive for this, huh?”
“St-storage locker, in town.” They all looked at you, but you looked to Benny. “Number 367. Grab my keys.” Benny furrowed his brow. “Been stockpiling for a while. In case anything happened to me, Benny would be okay for a bit.” You smiled at him and cupped his cheek. “Guess I need to d-dip into your rainy day fund.” You chuckled.
Benny was in awe, but the Winchesters were confused. “You’ve been stockpiling blood?”
“Mine.” You looked over at them. “I can take a bag or two from work, it’s easy enough, really.” You shrugged. “But instead of taking so much away from people who need it, I took equipment so I could bag my own blood for him, and store it. For every one I brought Benny, I had one stored away. Everything I’ll need is in that storage locker.”
“How long will it last us?” Benny asked.
“A while.” You answered, giving him a soft smile. “Long enough. Go get it, and hurry.”
“I ain’t leaving you.”
“Then I might die.” You pointed out. “I’m not going anywhere.” You chuckled. “Probably can’t even make it to the bathroom right now.”
Benny bit his lip, then kissed you gently before he stood. “Take care of her. If anything happens to her.. If anything happens to my mate..” He shook his head, letting the threat fall.
“Sammy’ll take good care of her.” Sam shot Dean a look. “He’s gonna need help getting it all here and fast, Sam. And she can’t be left alone. Do you want to hang with the vamp?”
“No.” Sam mumbled.
“Nurse Sammy is on the job. If you want, I can pick him up a sexy little nurse’s outfit.” Dean gave you a wink.
You laughed. “There’s one at the house, actually. I don’t mind sharing.” Sam’s eyes went wide, and you laughed harder. “Benny?”
“Hm?” He looked down at you.
You motioned to Dean. “Is he the one you said my valentines gift was for? The really good looking guy who visits you sometimes?”
Benny shot you a look before he started for the door, but Dean’s eyebrows shot up. “You got me a valentine?” He teased Benny.
“Shut up, Dean.”
You chuckled. “I asked how good looking you were, if you were a dream boat, and he got grumpy. Said you were too good for me.” You pouted.
“Oh Benny, that’s not nice.” He shook his head as Benny went past him.
“You’re lucky I love you.” He pointed at you as he left the room.
“So, Benny? What’d I get for Valentines day?” Dean asked following him out.
You chuckled softly to yourself, glad you could lighten the mood at least for a bit. “Sam?” He looked over at you. “Where is the bathroom in this place?”
“Oh, here. I’ll help you get there. It’ll do you good to stretch your legs a bit anyways.” He smiled. “I’m guessing you were out for a while.”
You nodded, as you shifted to the edge of the bed and he helped you stand. “I only remember bits and pieces of the drive…”
You got out of the room as the bunker door sounded, letting you know they left. “Did he ever grab your keys?” Sam asked.
“They were in my jacket which is probably still in his truck.”
“This way.” He turned you, and you both started down the hall, your arm around Sam waist, as his was around yours holding you up.
After your trip to the bathroom, you told him you needed a shower. He felt awkward about it, but you promised him he didn’t have to go in with you. Sam stood outside the shower stall, back against the wall and waited with a towel and a t-shirt for you to throw on when you were done, since you didn’t have anything else. “I’ll give your stuff a wash when you sleep again.” He promised.
Once you were dried and dressed, your next stop was the kitchen. You wanted something meaty, juicy, but not too heavy. “How about..” Sam rummaged through what they had. “We’ve got steak and ground beef? Steaks kinda big though..” He looked back at you, showing you how big it was. “There’s chicken too.”
You shook your head. “Need red meat.”
“I’ll make you the steak.” He gave you a soft smile. “Don’t worry about finishing it. Small salad on the side?” You smiled and nodded. “Sit and relax.”
Sam cut the steak in half, putting half on his plate but started with his salad, in case you wanted more steak. He watched you eat for a bit before he spoke. “I have to ask..”
“You have to?” you looked up at him as you put a bite of steak in your mouth.
“I feel like I do.” he told you honestly. “How'd you end up with Benny, and why do you let him feed on you like that?”
“I approached him, if that's what you're worried about. And yes, I knew what he was.”
“You got a death wish?”
You laughed. “That’s what he said.” You bit your bottom lip.
“Why not be with a normal guy? Human, I mean. You could a have a family-”
“But I’m having that with him.” You looked up, shooting him an annoyed look. “There is no normal for me, Sam.”
“Why? You’re not a hunter, right?” You shook your head. “So why not?”
You licked your lips and sighed. “It’s a kink thing.” You started, but he just looked at you confused. “I like getting bit, hard.” Your eyes met his again. “Very hard.” your eyebrows went up, hoping he got the jist.
“You like being fed on?”
You nodded. “I tried ‘normal’ as you call it. But no one does it for me. I tried to find people with similar kinks, someone who you’d think would be compatible with me, but..” You shrugged. “It was always the same kind of guy. Goth boys who like to play at being harder than they are. Either the sex is bad… Or when they finally bite you enough to bleed..” You slumped back in your chair. “A few passed out. A couple puked. Some were just horrible. One guy tried way too hard to be Edward from Twilight.” Your face contorted as if you would be sick. “Said if I was into werewolves, he knew a guy name ‘Jacob’” You rolled your eyes. “I went into the diner after a shitty night, and I saw Benny.” You smiled softly to yourself. “He was beautiful, god he’s beautiful.” your head went back and you looked up at the ceiling. “Breakfast had been over for over an hour, but he still made it for me. Extra everything, and I didn’t even ask for it.”
“How’d you know what he was?” Sam asked quietly.
Your head came back down, and you picked up your fork, spearing a few pieces of salad and a cherry tomato and put them in your mouth. You spoke again after you swallowed. “When I walked past him, I could smell blood. But there wasn’t a drop on him. Not one. I took the chance, called him out when he was leaving.”
“He could have killed you.”
You nodded. “I know. But I wanted him. And I was so tired of being let down man after man, that I was willing to die for the chance. He refused, you know. Shot me down right off the bat. Told me to go be normal with normal. I explained why I couldn’t but he didn’t care. I tried to give him my number, told him to call if he ever got stuck, if he ever needed.. a feed. He wouldn't take it. I just left it on the seat of his truck and walked away.”
“He called?”
“It took awhile, but yeah. He needed it, so I showed up. He fed on me until I passed out, that first time. Took care of me after.” You smiled. “He always took care of me.”
“Because he was doing that to you.” Sam pointed out. “He probably felt guilty.”
“Of course he did. He doesn’t like feeding off people, Sam. These marks?” You pulled the collar of his shirt and showed the ones on your neck, chest and shoulder. “I asked for these. He doesn’t feed until I pass out, anymore. He takes his time, he makes it enjoyable for me because I enjoy it. He’ll catch a fucking rabbit before he feeds on me if he’s hungry. These… these were for me. These were love, they were sex. They were him calling me his mate, reminding me that we’re together until I die.”
“You could die sooner than expected, now.” he pointed out, motioning towards your stomach with his fork.
“And it would be worth every moment I spend with him.” You smiled. “If I can carry this child for him, if I can give him the one last thing before I die, it’ll be worth it. He’s not who you think he is, Sam. He’s not just some monster. His past mistakes don’t define him just like yours don’t, or mine. He’ll be a great father. I only hope I get to see it.”
Sam watched you in silence for a minute, and then his head nodded slowly. “I’ll do what I can to help you. But I’d rather not watch you die. Please, if this blood thing doesn’t work, please consider ending it.”
“I’ll consider it.”
He nodded and turned his attention back to his plate. “Eat, before it gets any colder. Want the rest of the steak?”
“No, I think this is enough.”
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Part 6 of The Arrangement.
When you woke up again, you were in bed alone. You stretched a bit, your hands gliding over the sheets where Benny usually slept, and you glanced over through one opened eye. You thought maybe he was at work, which would make sense, until you heard him moving around outside the room. Then you heard the bath start up.
Closing your eyes again, you stretched fully. Arms, legs, toes, fingers, all of it and groaned at the ache you felt everywhere. Your thighs and calves felt like you had been running for days. You could feel bruises forming on your hips, and every time you moved your neck, you felt the pull of the medical tape that held the bandage in place. Pulling up the blanket, you realized he had taken care of all the bites he had left you with. You also noted the sheets were different. How the hell had he managed that?
“Morning, sleeping beauty.” You looked up, and Benny was now in the doorway smiling at you.
“What time is it?” You grumbled.
“Don’t worry about it. Got a bath ready for you, and-”
“Benny.” You sat up, wincing. “What time is it.”
He winced as well, biting his lip. “You ain’t gon’ like that answer, ‘cher.” You glared at him and he sighed. “8.”
“I only slept two hours?” You furrowed your brow. “Why aren’t you at work?”
“At night.” He pointed towards the window, and you looked over, seeing how dark it was getting.
“SHIT!” You jumped up. “What the hell, Benny!” You started scrambling for clothes. “I’m so late, I’m so dead..”
Benny grabbed hold of you when you tried to hurry past him. “Relax, ‘cher. I told ‘em you weren’t feeling right.”
“How?”
“Woman called.. A uh.. Gloria?” You shut your eyes and cursed. “I told her you were feeling off when you got home this morning. That you practically passed out on me. Said you were in bed, but I didn’t know the number to call for ya, and you were out cold. Did you know you came in contact with someone who had a contagious disease ?”
“I what!?” You looked up at him.
He nodded. “Apparently, one of the patients in the ER and you were in there for a bit?”
“Son of a bitch!”
“That's why she was calling. She said it’s nothing too serious, to just rest for a few days and you should be fine.” He smiled at you.
“Wait… if I might be sick-”
“I’ll be fine, don’t you worry about me, mon cher.” He leaned down and kissed you softly. “Only thing slowing me down, is dead man’s blood. Now, get in your bath. Dinner’ll be ready soon.”
“What would I do without you?” You smiled up at him.
“Still be hooking up with them goth wanna be vamp boys.” You shuddered at the thought. “Really that bad, huh?”
“You don’t want to know.” you grumbled, moving past him.
You spent the next two nights blissed out of your mind, thanks to Benny. And the two days sleeping it off, only to wake up with aches and pains, and a bath waiting. He’d bring you a glass of wine in the bath, and there’d be another with your meal when you emerged.
There was no doubting it. He was perfect.
The day before you went back to work, you moved the last of your stuff that you were taking with you to Benny’s. Even if it was farther away from everything, you liked that it was just the two of you. You were excited. As November neared, you were excited to spend Christmas with him.
Benny was so much more open, so much more intimate, after that first morning together. Sometimes feedings were just feedings, and fucking was just fucking, but he was less afraid for them to cross. And as the weeks rolled by, you found yourself more and more in love with him.
He found a new hobby in that time, and you loved it. He became obsessed with teaching you how to cook.
Standing close behind you as you stirred something on the stove, his lips moving over the back of your neck, hands up your shirt as he reminded you not to let it boil over.
Fucking you over the table while you waited for dinner in the oven, or waited for a pie to cool.
But your favorite thing of all, the thing you loved more than anything else, was when he called you his mate. When he reminded you that you were his and he was yours until the very end. ‘Vamps mate for life, ‘Cher.’ Those words, that night ran through your head every time. You begging him to let you decide for yourself if you wanted to risk it.
Best decision you had ever made.
You smiled at him as you walked into the diner, taking off your coat. You’d finally figured out what you wanted to do for him for Christmas. It had taken a while to figure out, but you had it set, and it would blow him away. It was all planned out, it was going to be perfect and unexpected.
“Hey, Darlin’.” He smiled. “Finished up your shopping?” He asked.
“Yeah, I think I got everything.” You smiled as he motioned to the table he always saved for you.
“It’ll be ready in a minute.” He watched as you headed for the table.
You put your jacket down, and were about to sit when you started to feel dizzy. Your hand hit the table hard, bracing yourself so you wouldn’t fall, and you stood there, swaying a bit.
“’Cher?” Benny sounded worried, and far. You gave your head a shake, but that seemed to only make it worse. “You okay?”
You opened your eyes, and there he was, right in your line of vision, right in front of you. Fingers brushing over your cheek. Worry etched all over his face as he searched your eyes. “I’m- I’m…” Everything got blurry.
And then you were falling.
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Part 1 of The Arrangement.
Licking your lips, you watched as he cooked up the breakfast you had ordered. It was a bit late for breakfast, but he had assured the waitress he didn't mind. His eyes were focused on the task before him and you smiled in hopes that he remembered how you liked your eggs, because hopefully he'd be making them again.
Tearing your eyes away as he started plating the meal, you looked outside as if there was anything of interest going on out there. The plate tapping against the table as it was placed in front of you brought your attention to the waitress. “Thank you.” you smiled up at her, shifting the plate slightly.
“Refill?”
“Please.” you nodded. You thanked her again after she topped up your coffee and she walked away. Glancing down at your plate, you notice an abundance of potatoes, bacon and fruit. When you looked over at him, he smiled at you before busying himself with another order. You couldn't help the smile that spread on your face as you picked up a piece of fruit and took a bite.
Oh yeah. He'd be making you breakfast again tomorrow if you had any say in the matter.
“Hey.”
He stopped walking and turned towards you, glancing around a bit before his eyes settled on you again. “What can I do for you, Darlin’?”
You blushed softly, biting your bottom lip for a moment before answering. “I was hoping we could do something for each other?” He cocked an eyebrow and you blushed further. “This is kind of embarrassing…” You chuckled awkwardly.
He smiled, and shook his head. “Sorry sugar. Not interested. And trust me, you don’t want me.”
“Trust me. I do.” He rolled his eyes and started to walk away again. “I know what you are.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He was about to round the corner of the small diner when he froze.
“You’re a vam-”
Before you could even finish, he grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, pulled you around the side of the building and shoved you against the truck. “You tryin’ ta get me killed?” He growled. “How the hell you know anything anyways? You a hunter?”
“I can smell it.” That confused him. “The blood. I can smell blood on you. But there’s none on you. I have a good nose.” you shrugged.
“You got a damn death wish?” He pulled away from you.
“I just want to cum.” His brow furrowed. “Its… I said this was embarrassing.” You shifted awkwardly.
“Go find yourself a normal boy.” He pulled open his truck door, ignoring you.
“There is no normal for me. Not with this kink.” You sighed. “Just.. goth boys who play at vampirism. And trust me when I tell you that’s just one disaster after the other.” Your shoulders slumped. He glanced at you again, watching as you pulled out a napkin and handed it to him. He didn’t take it, so you put it on the seat in front of him. “If you get stuck, if you need…” You let it fall, knowing he’d understand. “Call me.” You gave him a soft smile and walked away.
Glancing down at the napkin, he saw a phone number and a name. “Kids these days.” He muttered, grabbing the napkin and getting into his truck.
“Hey, brother.. It’s been a while.” Benny sighed into the phone. “I uh- I’m in a bit of a situation.. Having a rough time and running low.. Give me a shout when you can, yeah?” Hanging up the phone, he grabbed the last blood bag he had and tore the corner off with his teeth before drinking some of the liquid down. Licking his lips, he glanced at his phone again, watching it, waiting for Dean to call back.
He stopped himself from drinking when the bag was half done. Still no word from Dean, not that it had been all that long, he glanced at the glove compartment in his truck. He gave in with a sigh and opened the glove compartment, pulling out a napkin. Dialing the number he found on it, he leaned back on the truck and took another sip. “Hey, Darlin’.”
“Well, well. I got to say, I didn’t expect to hear from you. I had hoped, but didn’t expect it.” You smiled, shutting your car door and walking over to him.
“Kind of in a bad way right now.”
“I figured.” You stepped up to him, standing by his truck, your hands in the back pockets of your jeans. “As nice as it is out..”
“Yeah, inside.” He chuckled awkwardly and lead you towards his cabin. “Sorry, it’s not much.”
“It’s cute.” You smiled, looking around as you stepped in. “Rustic.” You chuckled. “Simple. I like simple.”
“Me too.” He watched you as you moved around the space. “You sure about this?” You hummed and nodded a response. “You ain’t scared I’ll drain you dry?”
“There are worst ways to die.” He cocked an eyebrow at that. “Kink, remember?” You smiled. “Dying during an orgasm is an ideal way to go to most people.”
“We ain’t- That’s a life long commitment, Darlin’, I ain’t gonna-”
“It’s fine.” You chuckled at how he stumbled with what he was trying to say, and waved him away. “I didn’t expect you to just jump in bed with me.”
He motioned to the couch, and you smiled and sat. “Can I get ya anything?”
“Uh, juice or water will be fine for now.”
He gave you a nod and headed off to the kitchen, returning with a bottle of water. “Don’t got juice. Don’t get many visitors.” You smiled and took the bottle as he sat next to you. “You sure about this?” You nodded and he took a deep breath. “Alright.” He couldn’t believe you trusted him like this. He was a stranger, he could drain you completely without a second thought. He motioned to the remote on the table in front of you. “Put on anything you want.”
As soon as you settled on something, he took the hand closest to him. His eyes ran over you for a moment. The calmness on your face. Your hair, neatly braided and over your shoulder, so your neck was bare on the side he sat on, and his eyes moved over the curve of it and he licked his lips. He turned your hand over, palm up and you looked over at him. Gasping lightly as his fangs came down, his eyes were locked on yours as he leaned his head down and bit into your skin.
You winced at the pain, biting your bottom lip hard, a little surprised you weren’t tasting blood yourself. Your eyes fluttered closed as he started to suck down the warm liquid that flowed from the wound. You felt a finger tap on the top of your hand and your eyes opened. “I’m good.” You promised, voice breathy. His eyes shut as he sucked more back, and then so did yours. “I’m good.”
Benny pulled himself away, forcing himself to stop. You were pale, passed out, body slumped on his couch to the side. You had drank half the water before you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. He had smiled against you skin when your face took on a look of pure bliss right before you passed out. “Maybe she really does get off on this.” He mumbled to himself getting up and leaving the room. When he came back in, he bandaged up your arm as best he could, and covered you with a blanket.
This time when he left the room again, he went outside and headed for his truck. He got in, started it up and drove off.
Cracking your eyes open, you found yourself in a hard, but comfortable bed. Looking around, you were confused. This wasn’t your room. You had never even seen this room before. Pushing aside the blankets, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand. You fell back again, but took a minute, gave your head a shake and stood up again. Slowly, and carefully, you made your way out of the room. When your hand held on to the doorway to help steady yourself, that's when you noticed your bandaged forearm.
You stumbled out, and looked around the main room, and started to recognize a few things. Hearing a sound to your left, you turned towards a kitchen. “Good evening, Darlin’. Good to see you awake.” You stared at him for a second. “Benny.”
“Right.” You nodded. “Sorry I’m a bit groggy.” You shook your head and started to sway.
Benny hurried over to steady you, hands on your waist. “Come on, sit. You should be taking it easy, I took a bit more than I should have.. I’m sorry.” You shook your head, waving your hand as he brought you to sit at a table. “You hungry?”
“Starving.” You dropped into the chair, and laid your head in your arms on the table.
“Here.” He put a glass of juice down in front of you. “Steak sound good? You should probably eat some meat.” You nodded, and eyed the juice. “I went to the store while you were out cold. Figured you’d need it.” He also put pack of shortbread cookies in front of you. “Also got chocolate chip, and Oreos.. Wasn’t sure what’d you’d like..”
You smiled weakly. “You’re cute. This is fine.” It took a bit of work, but you got the package open and nibbled on a cookie as he started cooking up a steak. “Hey, did you go in my car?”
“No.”
“I guess I forgot to tell you.. There’s something for you in the back seat. Doors unlocked.” He nodded, but continued cooking. When he finally put a plate in front of you, you smiled. While not a huge steak, it was a good size and perfectly cut. And paired with a simple salad, knowing you probably wouldn’t be up to eating too much. “Thanks. You mind if I lounge around here for a day or two? I won’t be able to drive until I’m feeling better.”
“That’s fine.” He gave you a small smile. “I owe you, for what you did for me.”
“Oh, I was paid in spades, Benny.” You grinned as you cut a piece of steak and took a bite. “Mm, twice over if you keep cooking like this.”
He laughed, and headed out to your car, letting you eat. Opening the back door, he found a cooler. Confused, he picked it up, shut the door and brought it inside.
Putting it down on the table across from you, he wearily opened it, and froze when he saw what was inside. “How did you-” He pulled out a bag of blood, noticing two more under it.
“I’m a nurse, Benny.” You smiled at him. “I wasn’t sure if you’d actually drink from me, so I bought that for you. I hope it’s good.”
He smiled down at the bag in his hand and nodded. “Yeah, it’s good. I think I’m real glad I met you, Darlin’.”
“Good.” You mumbled as you shoved some salad in your mouth. “That mean you’ll call me more often?” You asked after swallowing and looked up at him.
“Yeah, I think we can arrange something.” He smiled, putting the bag back and closing the cooler for now.
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