Dean and Benny have been partners, in multiple senses of the word, since they joined the force. They work side by side, and they share an apartment. Everyone in the department thinks it's because they're best friends and it's convenient since they work together.
Somehow, they've kept their relationship secret for five years. They don't do it, because they're worried about what people would say. Dean's pretty sure no one would have the nerve to call Benny, who blows everyone out of the water in the yearly fitness examinations, out for liking men. And Dean's the sort that everyone just assumes will take it from wherever he can get it, so it wouldn't be entirely earth shattering.
However, they'd be split up if the administration knew. They'd be a "liability" or some other bullshit word for "we're covering our asses for when this inevitably explodes in your faces."
So, every morning Dean's alarm wakes them up, but they don't get out of bed until Benny's alarm rings twenty minutes later. They cuddle and kiss still riding the haze of sleep. They don't have time to get too adventuresome, because they have to be at the station by a quarter to seven. On the days Dean starts something they really don't have time to finish, they shower together and Benny shampoos Dean's hair while Dean finishes what he started.
They kiss one last time at the door as Dean grabs the keys to the Impala, and Benny grabs their hats. Then they walk out of their apartment with enough space between them to look completely platonic. They make jokes about each other's sex lives with the guys in the break room between patrols, and they both flirt with girls when they go out with the guys. No one suspects a thing, until Benny gets shot by some asshole that hasn't paid a few speeding tickets and thinks another one is worth killing over.
Dean sees red as he breaks the guy's arm and pulls him half out his window, before he can speed away. He wants to tear the guys face off as he opens the door and drags him onto the pavement by the side of the road, but he hears Benny groan.
The small noise that he's heard a thousand times before in a completely different context, when he finds Benny sleeping on the couch with a book on his chest. It sounds so much like the groan he makes when Dean wakes him by tickling his bare feet. It stops Dean from spilling the shooter's blood all over the asphalt, and Dean cuffs the guy as fast as he can. He pats him down, and growls in his ear. "If you so much as breathe wrong, I will shoot you," he promises right before he lists of the guy's Miranda rights.
He rushes to Benny's side just as his partner is trying to sit up. Dean can see backup flying up the road toward them, but that doesn't stop the shaking in his hands. "Don't move, baby. Where'd he hit you?" he asks, and he can't draw the line between home and work when Benny's lying there in his own blood.
"Dean, I'll be fine. Two in the vest, one in the shoulder. Calm down and help me sit up," Benny says soothingly as he holds Dean's shaking hands with the one that isn't injured.
Dean helps him up with careful hands, and immediately presses his palm to the bloom of blood on the shoulder of Benny's blue uniform. "You''ll be okay," Dean says when Benny grits his teeth. Benny doesn't roll his eyes even though he knows Dean's talking to himself more than he is to Benny. Dean is frantic when Benny loses consciousness on the way to the hospital.
The jig is up when Dean gets into a fight with the doctor about Benny's condition.
"I can't release detailed information to you since you aren't family. All I can tell you is that he is out of surgery and still unconscious," the doctor says calmly after Dean demands to know how the surgery went.
"I'm his partner," Dean says, and the doctor sighs.
"Yes, I understand that Officer Winchester, but hospi—"
"No, I'm his fucking partner, as in I get his dick up my ass. I have power of attorney for him if he's incapacitated, so I think you can fucking tell me what's going on," Dean growls at the doctor who looks at him completely shocked, as do the three officers that stand behind Dean. Bobby rolls his eyes toward the ceiling begging God to explain how Dean can be so hot headed when Benny is as cool as they come.
"Oh, um, well, Mr. Winchester. If you'll calm down, I will take you to see him," he says as he flips through the medical records in his hands to see that Dean is in fact granted full disclosure and power over Benny's health. Dean doesn't even turn around to see the shock in everyone's eyes as he marches after the doctor to see Benny.
Benny's just waking up when Dean walks in, and Dean is by is side in seconds offering him a cup of water from his bedside table. "Hey, babe. Scared the shit out of me," Dean says as Benny looks at him with slow to focus eyes.
Benny smiles widely at him. "I gotta keep ya on your toes," he says as he pulls Dean down for a sloppy kiss that leaves Dean's chin with beard burn. Dean doesn't feel as bad about outing them to the department when Benny's still drugged up and all over Dean while the other officers visit later on. He's just relieved that Benny's going to be alright.
That ! Cop!benny twink dean ! Help ! I need more ! Just one tiny hit ! You know I'm good for the money ! Please ! *cries whispers - please !
(okay okay XD) based on this post [x]
Dean’s lying there awake in a large minimalistic bedroom that doesn’t belong to him and smells very much like the man who owns it and is currently lying out the couch in the living room. It smells like old spice and shoe polish, and a little like starch.
Maybe Benny likes to look neat at the office. Smooth no wrinkles uniform, and shiny black shoes that look brand new. Or maybe he’s just bored and does it to pass the time.
He rolls over onto his stomach on top of the sheets, restless. He hadn’t been living alone the last few months and he had gotten used to sleeping skin to skin with someone else. He’d never admit to how comforting it is. But he still couldn’t stop thinking about the probably very warm body of the sturdy, attractive, blue-eyed police officer very near by. Dean’s ex had been skinny, like a rail. He had been warm enough, but never soft and comforting. Something that Benny had practically seen first hand by all the marks on Dean’s body readily visible.
Face mashed into Benny’s pillows, breathing in someone else’ scent, he wonders idly why the cop was being so nice to him, especially once they got to his condo. He could have easily given Dean the couch but he insisted Dean get a good nights sleep. Then again, the looks Benny had given him the past few hours hadn’t been subtle once Benny had learned that it was boyfriend who had done the damage to him.
That thought makes him want to awkwardly rut against the sheets. Especially when he imagines Benny ignoring the rules and throwing his ex down, not beating him up there had been enough of that, but it was clear he had really wanted to threaten the creep that he’d do so.
It made Dean all warm and tingly to the point where he knew he didn't want to be sleeping alone. Slipping out of the bed he placed his feet on the cool wood flooring and padded quietly out to where Benny lay snoring lightly. Dean was very tempted with a quirk of his lips to just lay down across the man whether he protested or not. But still a little shy he poked Benny in the stomach lightly, delighted in the give he felt. Benny woke with gasp that had Dean quickly leaning back as they stared each other down for a moment. Dean was very tired though, but also subconsciously aware of the fact he was just in his boxers and every bump and bruise was clearly visible to Benny’s slow blinking eyes.
Dean? The deep southern voice was warm and sounded worried enough that Dean didn’t hesitate to grab one of the man’s large arms to drag him up and after to him back to the bedroom, not looking back when he felt Benny surely walking along behind him. He didn’t stop to look at Benny’s openly unsure face until they got back to the bed and Dean placed two hands on Benny’s bare but hairy chest to gently push him to lay down. And shortly he followed him laying down with inches though between them.
He didn’t know what his face gave away or if it was his quiet Please. But Benny quickly then with out hesitation pulled Dean over to him, wrapping his arms around the younger man and letting him lay on his chest. Dean sighed deeply, surely he had never felt this safe before.
