benny hadn’t expected dean to come in and get him. hell, he’d been ready to spend the rest of eternity fighting for his life, dying, over and over. in that godforsaken forest. full of monsters like him. dean didn’t need him, he’d needed sam. and benny was willing to give dean exactly what he needed. even at the expense of his own life. dean was worth it. dean was always worth it. what he hadn’t expected was to wake up to the smell of blood and dean (two very different smells, that most of the time smelled quite nice together), in the morning. benny was, by nature, a night person. but he tried. very hard. because he knew dean was not the kind of night person that benny was, and if he didn’t fight his nature he probably wouldn’t get to see the man that saved his life twice. the man who meant to him more than anything had in a very long time. since andrea.
if he was being honest. and benny didn’t want to be honest about this because it was deep and hard and heavy and it sat on his chest stubbornly even as he refused it.
he blinked sleep from his eyes, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. benny sat up just a little, dean was there, incredibly close. a slow, tired smile crossed the vampire’s lips as dean began to speak. his eyes followed the mug before quickly finding their way back to dean’s face. which is where they really wanted to be in the first place, despite the call of blood in the morning. dean was on the edge of his bed, in a bunker benny wasn’t sure he was completely welcome in, leaning over him like that. his eyes went wide just a moment before dean’s lips were on his. the surprise had benny by the throat, the thrill of it took his breath away, the words he thought he might be able to say lost their luster and benny found himself falling back against his pillow, stunned.
“am i wha’?” because the words barely registered. benny blinked a few times, still tasting dean on his lips, feeling that pull, wondering why the fuck he was tingling and if his face was all red. if his heart was beating it’d be thundering in his ears. benny locked eyes with dean. this is what had been missing. what benny had been trying to keep himself from admitting. of course he was picking up what dean was throwing down. how could he not? it only took him a moment to decide what he needed to do. large hands came up to cup dean’s face and pull him in for another kiss, this time one he’d be an active participant in. he could hear dean’s heart in his chest, he could taste him, smell him filling his space. and it was... good. right. warm and soft. the vampire threw himself into that kiss, putting his hopes, what he had wanted to say for a while himself in there. what he was too cowardly, too stupid, too afraid to say before. he could say it with a kiss. this kiss.
