canon au } { post-3b, of bets and angel beacons

[patrols]

Ben: [ in the morning, letting Michael have his turn with the shower while he's trying to do laundry in the sink. Since they have, you know, only the clothes they came in with] You guys think these showers are awesome, wait until I find you all a working water park. You'll be wishing you were ten again.

Olivia: [is lazing in bed flipping through the channels on the TV again.] Why is everyone always so angry? [she's watching fox news. someone change the channel for her]

Ben: [is shirtless as he comes out, drying his hands on a towel] What the hell are you watching?

Olivia: I have no idea. [she makes a face] They're all yelling about something about the president?

Ben: [wrinkles his nose] Probably the news then. Find something else to watch.

Olivia: [flips through the channels again, stopping on a movie with a car chase and explosions] Is this what people do all the time? Just watch TV?

Ben: Some people. Mom only let me get two hours a day at most and only after I finished my homework. Said it would rot my brain.

Olivia: Huh. [flops back on the bed again] Seems like a waste of time.

Ben: Yeah, pretty much. I usually used my TV time for video games anyway. Now that - that'll suck away all your free time.

Olivia: Video games?

Ben: Yeah. Games you play on the TV you can control the characters with a controller. Was a big thing back then.

Olivia: Huh. Interesting.

Ben: [looking around the room] So we should come up with a list of what we need to scrounge around for. Clothes being the top priority.

Olivia: [nods a bit as she sits up] You think Sam and Dean will lend us some weapons?

Ben: [looks over where his angel sword arm holster is sitting on the dresser, knowing the drawer below it has his guns] Probably. Though I'm pretty sure there are laws we need to learn about on how and where we have to carry them.

Olivia: [nods] They can probably give us the rundown.

Ben: Or that Argent guy. Or Buffy. [and he's going to go and knock on the door of the bathroom] Michael! Come on, leave some for me.

Olivia: [there's a beat] Why don't we just ask them? They're right there? [the shower goes off and Michael fires back a statement about how he'll be out in a second]

Ben: [sighs] Listen, Liv... I just. I don't want you two getting attached to them, alright? Few days, and we're back home and it'll just make it harder on you both.

Olivia: And what if it's not a few days?

Ben: We can't stay here. You know that right?

Olivia: What if we have to?

Ben: They've opened that portal three times, Liv. They can do it one more time. Twice if Dawn has to come through with us to be able to make it work. We don't have to unless they refuse to send us back, and I don't think they're that cruel.

Olivia: [huffs slightly, pulling her legs into her chest] What if they don't want to take the risk she doesn't come back?

Ben: Spike and Angel got through without her. We'll figure it out. [if he has to get Dawn's blood and the ritual spell himself]

Olivia: Why are you in such a rush?

Ben: Because this isn't home, and I want to go home, Olivia.

Olivia: To what, exactly? To nothing? To demons and monsters all the time? We're all here together - why can't we just take our time.

Ben: [frustrated] Yeah, and what, be dependent on the rest of these people forever? Back home we're doing just fine and now with Lucifer dead, we have a chance of finding other survivors and fixing our world. Here? We don't mean a thing.

Olivia: Maybe that's not a bad thing. Maybe we can just be people instead of Winchesters, did you ever think of that? And we don't have to be dependent on them forever.

Ben: Well, what name am I going to go by, Liv? Because somewhere in Indiana I'm fifteen and in high school right now. You two at least don't exist here and will have an easier time blending in, but I'm fucked.

Olivia: [oh, whoops. She didn't think about that.] I don't know.

Ben: Exactly. Plus we don't even know if there are going to be some kind of checks and balances that will screw up this world with us being in it. You wanna risk them all?

Michael: [Olivia is just shifting uncomfortably on the bed as she lacks an answer to that particular question too, and Michael wanders out of the bathroom, glancing between the two of them for a moment before cringing] I just walked into the middle of a fight, didn't I.

Ben: No, the discussion is over. [he goes to start towards the bathroom.] There's something called a continental breakfast down the hall. You two scout it out and see what you can wrangle up for breakfast.

Michael: [glances over to Olivia, and she shrugs, before getting up to get dressed and go]

Ben: [closes the bathroom door and strips, waiting for the sound of them to exit before jumping into the shower and just standing under the water, enjoying the moment of peace and quiet and warmth]


Michael: [he and his sister wander down to the buffet like, eyeing all the food a bit wide eyed and amazed] ... This is insane.

Olivia: [equally wide eyed] I have never seen this much food in my life.

Sam: [is sitting in the corner with some eggs, fruit, and a cup of coffee. He's got his laptop up and he's intently focused on it while his earbuds are playing something. Totally relaxed and focused, not noticing him yet]

Olivia: [they're both a little focused on the food at the moment, and it isn't until they've loaded up plates and have started looking around for the way back to their room that she spots Sam and elbows her brother in the side]

Michael: [follows the direction of her nudge and doesn't really know want to do with it, but eventually, he just shakes his head] We should head back to Ben.

Sam: [happens to finish his coffee at that moment and gets up to get a refill and sees the kids. Yeah, still awkward. But he gives them a small smile] You guys can join me if you want.

Michael: [Olivia glances back to her brother again, and Michael shifts awkwardly.] I told Ben I'd bring him back some food. [But Olivia can do whatever she wants. he won't stop her. oddly enough, she had more of a relationship with their dad than he did, even if it all existed in her head]

Olivia: [gives him a grateful look before nodding and going to take a seat at the table. Michael's just going to turn and head down the hall in the direction of their room]

Sam: [gets his refill and heads back, closing the laptop so it didn't distract her] Distracted by all the choices, huh? [he said with an amused smile, looking at her plate]

Olivia: [she laughs a bit before shaking her head] I've never even had half of this before. Most breakfasts are whatever we can scavenge.

Sam: I'd guess that it's a lot of natural food then that you find growing around?

Olivia: [she nods a bit] Sometimes there's stuff like Twinkies. They last pretty well. [even twenty years after the fact which is kind of terrifying.]

Sam: Oh god. That's just... [he shivers, because that's terrifying to him too. But he was Mr. Health food lately] … wrong.

Olivia: [she laughs a bit] Hey, when you don't have a lot of options, you make do. [she spears one of her sausage links with a fork and takes a bite, making a slightly pleased noise as she does. Sausage = good.]

Sam: [he leans back, just watching her eat. With what Peter had told him, and watching her now... god he could see Bela in this girl's face. Just this beautiful mix of the two of them, and he found himself smiling at her]

Olivia: [she plows through the rest of the sausage and some of her eggs before she looks up again and catches him smiling at her, and she frowns] What?

Sam: Sorry, it's just... [ he looks down at the cup in his hands, shaking his head] Peter told me who your mom is, and I can see it in your face while you're enjoying your breakfast.

Olivia: ... Oh. [she shifts awkwardly in her seat for a moment, before ...] Is she ... I mean, I know that Michael and I don't, you know, but ... [she makes her face at her inability to make sense] Sorry.

Sam: She's alive, if that's what you're asking. She's working on another case in Chicago at the moment with some of her friends from before she met me. [he understands the need to know people are alive]

Olivia: [she nods a bit. She wants to see her, more than anything, but she could also understand if Bela might not want to see her. It's a complicated thing] It's just ... been a while.

Sam: I get it. I.... haven't told her yet though. I'm trying to figure out how to because... well, we're not in a position to have a family. Yet, at least. It's complicated here, probably more so than your world was.

Olivia: You had us before everything went sideways. And even then it wasn't really all that complicated. You weren't around. [she doesn't say it to be mean, it was just a statement of fact. He wasn't there. It's hard to be a family when one of the members was missing.]

Sam: So... I let Lucifer in. [he nods his head, licking his lips because he knew bits and pieces from Dean's trip to 2014 that had scared the shit out of him]

Olivia: [she nods] You and Dean had a plan. It didn't work.

Sam: It almost didn't work here either. [because he was going to be honest with her, since she already knew what could happen to him. He put his coffee cup down and laced his fingers, leaning a bit closer] But I only had Dean here to fight for at that point. Not a family to worry about. I can only imagine what would have been going through my head if that had been me. Well, me me.

Olivia: [she shrugs] I don't really know. I wasn't old enough to remember you.

Sam: [thinks, then looked towards where Michael had retreated] It seems like you want to know me better than your brother does though.

Olivia: [there's a bit of a pause as she pushes the remaining eggs around her plate with her fork] Some demons grabbed me. Lucifer needed a new vessel so he was trying to get me to say yes. Sometimes, Sam could ... [she pauses, trying to find the best way to word it] Sometimes he was strong enough to keep Lucifer out of my head so he could be there instead. We got a little time.

Sam: [he nods, because that was something he would do. To protect his family] Does Michael know?

Olivia: [shakes her head] I haven't really had the chance to tell him. Ben's usually around and Ben ... he doesn't get it. He had Dean, for better or for worse, and he always saw Sam as ... [the guy who broke the world, more or less] I'm not really sure Michael would get it either.

Sam: Well, from my point of view? If it was me? Any time I would get with my kids like that would probably be the thing that would give me strength to keep fighting. The time you had with him... that's probably what saved him.

Olivia: [she nods a bit] Well, we stopped it. I guess that says something.

Sam: [nods] It does. [he picks up his coffee again and takes a sip] So what's Ben's deal?

Olivia: Dean sort of shut him out when he was there. Seemed more inclined for distance than anything else. Then he died so ... there wasn't really much they could do in terms of getting to know each other. I think that Ben resents that a bit.

Sam: [nods] Yeah that sounds exactly like my brother. Keep people at a distance as a way to keep them safe and getting hurt because of him. He probably thought he was helping Ben by doing that.

Olivia: [nods a bit] Probably. Ben didn't really see it that way.

Sam: [smirks just a bit] Couldn't tell at all.

Olivia: [she laughs] I don't know. He's not so bad when it's just us.

Sam: I think Peter used the word 'volatile' to describe him.

Olivia: Yeah, well, he and Peter are the same kind of personality, from what I can tell. They both like to be in charge.

Sam: [thinks] Yeah, Peter's got an alpha personality, that's for sure. [that was putting it nicely] You know, Ben exists in this world too, right?

Olivia: [nods] That's why he's in such a rush to leave.

Sam: Leave?

Olivia: Go back, to where we came from.

Sam: He wants to go back to a zombie apocalypse? Because of the risk of running into his 15 year old self?

Olivia: I think it's more than that. [probably a lot to do with Dean, to be honest] But that's the reason he's giving.

Sam: I'm not sure if we'll be able to. It's going to come down to Dawn, and honestly, to keep opening a portal risks more things falling through that shouldn't, and who knows what'll happen if we do it again

Olivia: [that's what she was afraid of. (or hoping for? hard to tell.)] He's not going to take that well.

Sam: Probably best for Buffy or Giles to explain. Neutral people and all.

Olivia: [nods a bit] Probably for the best. I still can't guarantee he'll take it well, though.

Sam: Well, he'd need Dawn's blood to do the ritual, and she's probably currently wrapped up in a cocoon with her werewolf boyfriend.

Olivia: Well ... Spike and Angel came through without her. How did you guys do that?

Sam: Giles, he had a vial of her blood in storage. They used that up.

Olivia: [nods a bit] Ben's stubborn. I don't know that he'll take no for an answer. You may have to wear him down a lot.

Sam: Well, stubbornness is a genetic trait of a Winchester. If I can handle Dean, I'm sure if you and your brother help, we can figure out how to handle Ben.

Olivia: [nods a bit and there's a pause] For what it's worth, I'd rather stay.

Sam: [there's a small smile. He's not sure how that would affect him yet, but for all purposes, this was his daughter. There was a big part that wanted her to stay too so he could get to know her] And let me guess, Michael is the guy who plays the middle field to keep everyone happy?

Olivia: Michael is the guy who usually sides with Ben because Ben is the guy who's supposed to take care of us.

Sam: Looks like you're going to have your work cut out for you. But if I can help, I will.

Olivia: [she shakes her head] I think we gotta figure it out on our own. You guys can't make the decision for us.

Sam: Well, I'm still here anyway. For... whatever you guys need. I know I'm not your actual father, but I'm not going to just turn you both away. If that makes sense.

Olivia: [nods a bit with a small smile] Thanks.

Sam: Finish up your breakfast, and we can make another plate to bring some stuff to keep in your room so you don't have to scrounge. I was going to see if you guys needed anything anyway and make a supply run.

Olivia: [she nods a bit, before leaning into the rest of her plate and finishing it off]

Sam: [goes to finish his plate as well, packing up his laptop into it's case. He could work later]

Olivia: [after she's finished, she gets up to fill a fresh plate with muffins, danishes and other things that wouldn't go bad like eggs would and then turns back to him with a nod] Ready?

Sam: [puts his bag over his shoulder and refills his coffee one last time] Let's go then.

Ben: [shirtless on the bed, eating some of the stuff with Michael awhile watching Wipe-Out on the television]

Olivia: [opens the door to the room, before placing the muffins and stuff on the dresser] Hey. Sam said he was going to make a supply run for us.

Sam: [steps into the room behind her] I figure you guys could probably use some clothes if nothing else. There's a goodwill down the street I can hit, but I don't know your sizes.

Ben: [bites back the instant 'we're fine' he wants to state, but looks between the siblings and nods] Thanks. We could use a few things. And some intel.

Sam: Intel?

Olivia: [brow furrows at the "intel" as well but Ben has been gathering "intel" since they got there.]

Ben: Yeah. Like what are the rules on weapons here. Most of our stash got left behind, so we need some that are street legal. You guys still use money, and how can we get our hands on it. Stuff like that.

Sam: [chuckles] Weapons aren't street legal. Not that your.... that Dean or I listen but when we're in public, we tend not to be as armed as we like to be in case something happens.

Ben: Like you don't have a piece on you right now?

Sam: I have a knife in my boot. Gun is in the room. You're not in a world overrun with monsters, Ben. Most people here don't know. [his eyes fell on the angel blade holster on the dresser and he moved towards it]

Ben: [stands quickly] Hands off.

Sam: [Both hands up immediately] Just looking. What is that?

Ben: None of your business, that's what that is.

Olivia: [annnnnnnd let's get this conversation back on track] So knives, maybe a glock when we're in public.

Ben: [is still glaring at Sam, but nods] Michael can go with you and show you what we know how to use. [because Ben thinks you're getting too close to Sam, Olivia, and isn't happy with that]

Michael: [is a bit deer in the headlights at that, and he looks at Ben like "what are you doing?"] What?

Olivia: [EYE ROLL]

Sam: Most of it is just in the Impala. We don't have to go far for the weapons.

Olivia: Bonus. [she moves and flops on the bed next to her brother] So pretty much all we need is clothes.

Ben: Shirts, new pairs of jeans, underwear. The basics. [he looks at Olivia] And whatever else she needs. [because girls need more stuff]

Olivia: Maybe I should go. Save them the drama. [smirks. Because she knows how they tend to react to girl stuff.]

Ben: No, I'm sure they can figure it out. [gives Sam a challenging look]

Sam: [yup, so Dean's kid] It's alright. Michael, grab a bag and let's find you some gear.

Michael: [No, Ben, why have you forsaken him. Now he has to go spend time with his not!dad and shop for feminine hygiene products. Fuck you dude. He glares at Ben for a moment before getting to his feet and grabbing a bag] Yeah, sure.

Ben: You're not my type. [smirks back with the standard response, but his eyes were serious. He knew Michael wouldn't bond with Sam like Olivia was trying to, and it would make it easier when they got back]

Michael: [rolls his eyes before turning to follow Sam out the door]

Sam: [goes to his room quickly to fill Dean in on what was happening, grabs the keys and heads back out with the laptop locked in the room] Come on, you can sit in the car if you want while I'm in the store.

Michael: [shakes his head] No, it's fine. [though that is a mighty tempting offer, at least he knows everyone's sizes off the top of his head.]

Sam: [nods, heading to the Impala in the parking lot. He opens the passenger door first, then walks around to the driver's side. They can do the weapons in a less conspicuous spot. He starts the car up] Buckle up.

Michael: [nods, eying the seatbelt for a moment before dragging it across his torso. It feels a bit weird, actually sitting in this car, but he tries not to think about it for now.]

Sam: [heads them out towards the Goodwill, not really sure what to say so he reaches over and turns on the radio. Dean's classic rock tape starts, and Sam quickly changes it to a radio station that is more a mix]

Michael: [it's been a long, long time since he's heard music and there's a part of his brain that doesn't even recognize it at first] What is this?

Sam: Music. [there's a sad smile because Sam couldn't even imagine a world without some kind of music in it.] Right now that's Bruno Mars singing. You can play with the dials if you want to find something you like?

Michael: [he glances to the radio for a moment, before shaking his head and leaning back in the chair again] No, it's fine. [which is going to be the standard answer for most of this trip, sorry Sam.]

Sam: [looks at him, and sees a reflection of himself from just after Dean got Sam out of Stanford and wanting to be anywhere but in the car. He's going to just let Michael have his silence and get them to the Goodwill so they can get some supplies. The store is a bit busy when they get there and Sam parks] So... how are you with crowds?

Michael: [he eyes the store for a moment. He hasn't seen that many actual living people in a long time] The one's I'm used to are trying to eat me alive?

Sam: Well, we're going into Goodwill on the first Saturday of the month. They may try. Just don't stab them, okay? [he grins]

Michael: [there's a half laugh at that and he nods] I do my best not to stab the living.

Sam: Alright, come on. Let's figure getting you guys a week’s worth of clothes each. That should be able to hold you over to start with, and at the end of the week, one of us can show you to the Laundromat and how to do laundry.

Michael: [nods in agreement before climbing out of the car and looking around as he goes] Sounds good.

Sam: [and so the electronic doors open to let them into Goodwill where there are a lot of moms running around with kids trying to score the 1st Saturday discounts for their families. Sam grabs a cart and starts them off to the men’s wear first since that was 2/3 of the shopping they had to do] If you want to grab clothes, I can go find some boots for you all over in the shoes. What sizes should I look for?

Michael: [rambles off his and Ben's sizes] Would Olivia's be over there too?

Sam: Yeah.

Michael: [adds hers to the list]

Sam: [goes off to get them, leaving Michael alone to face the crowds and the clothes]

Michael: [wanders through the crowds and slowly grabs clothes here and there, trying not to upset the rabid mothers that are everywhere.]

Sam: [eventually returned and puts in three pairs of work boots and three pairs of sneakers into the cart, along with two leather belts and two more gym bags.]

Michael: [adds the clothes to the pile before glancing around] Where do we find the stuff for Liv?

Sam: [points to where the Juniors section is] I think she will fit into those best.

Michael: [nods before weaving his way through the crowd to get over there]

Sam: [follows, looking at grabbing a few things he and Dean need as well on the way to replace the last few overshirts they've had to toss because of blood stains]

Michael: [sorts through the shirts and pants first before wandering over to the underwear section and making a face before picking up what she needs. This never gets less awkward]

Sam: We can get new ones at Target for those. [save him some dignity on that] I wouldn't want any of you getting used underwear.

Michael: [there's a bit of relief at that and he nods] Okay.

Sam: [out of habit, puts a hand on Michael's shoulder] I think we've got enough for now from here. Unless you want to go look at the electronics and music. My treat.

Michael: [pauses for a moment, because part of him is curious but he knows how Ben'll see it. So he shakes his head] No. It's okay.

Sam: Alright. [he nods, and lets his hand slide off Michael's shoulder as he gets them on line]

Michael: [follows his lead, just lingering on line behind him.]

Sam: [pays for all the gear with his card, politely rebuffing the flirty cashier as he bags up the clothing, and hands a few of the bags to Michael as they head back to the car]

Michael: [takes the bags easily, following him back to the car without a word. And he appreciates the not flirting with the cashier, not that he would expect Sam to]

Sam: [and next they are off to Target, where it's not as crowded. Sam handed Michael a hand basket.] Go into the food section and find some stuff for you to keep in the room. I'll go get the stuff for your sister. Do you know her.... size?

Michael: [there's a pause, before] No, I should do it. She's ... weird about this kind of stuff. [only she's not he is but it's weird, having his not!dad shop for underwear for his sister]

Sam: She's lucky she's got a good brother to take care of her then. [nods, giving him way to go do his sister's shopping]

Michael: [nods and goes off to do the thing, which is not his favorite thing, but he does what he can. And then he swings back to the food area to meet up with Sam]

Sam: [he's been grabbing some basic protein bars and things to refill his and Dean's supply, waiting for Michael to get back.]

Michael: [makes his way over and drops the stuff in the cart] That should do it.

Sam: [looks it over and nods] Anything else? Socks and stuff for you and Ben?

Michael: Oh. Yeah. I'll be back. [bras are complicated and distracting]

Sam: [chuckles] Before you go, what kind of food do you want?

Michael: .... The edible kind? We don't really have preferences.

Sam: Do you guys have any flavors you like? Berries, chocolate...?

Michael: [shrugs. Yeah, no, they mostly ate whatever was around.]

Sam: [thinks, then nods] I'll see if I can take a stab at it. [and he's going to grab things he would normally get for Bela to see if that works. And a few things that Dean would have liked. For Ben.]

Michael: [nods and goes to grab the other stuff they need]

Sam: [fills up the cart with healthy non-perishables for them that will help make all three of them a bit more nourished]

Michael: [and eventually he wanders back, dropping the rest into the cart] That should do it.

Sam: [nods] Let's get all this back before Ben starts to think I've gained your favor over him.

Michael: [he glances down at that, before shaking his head] It's not like that.

Sam: Hey, none of you have a reason to trust me. I get it. And he's trying to protect you.

Michael: He just doesn't want us to get attached. He thinks he's going home.

Sam: Your sister was telling me. She thinks you're going to want to go back just because Ben does.

Michael: I don't know. He's right in saying we don't belong here.

Sam: It's going to come down to what kind of future you three want, and which world will give that to you. You have a rare gift with this, but if you really want to go back because you think it's better for you there, I'll back your play.

Michael: [he shrugs] I don't know what I want. Things are just ... really complicated.

Sam: Are there any complications we should worry about? I mean, beyond two Ben Braedens in one timeline?

Michael: [... whatever deal Ben made with Zachariah. But he doesn't even know what it is and he wouldn't say even if he did] Not that I know of.

Sam: [don't worry. It's not going to be long before Metatron finds out about this and comes to investigate and reveals it all anyway] Then it shouldn't be a problem whatever you guys choose.

Michael: [nods] Okay.

Sam: [and so they check out, load up the car, and Sam heads to an abandoned parking lot so that Michael can get a look at the arsenal now]

Michael: [waits until he opens the trunk, and when he sees what's in there, his eyes widen] ... Holy shit.

Sam: [laughs and crosses his arms, leaning his back against the car.] We try to be prepared for just about everything.

Michael: Yeah, well ... this works.

Sam: If you don't recognize something, I'll tell you about it.

Michael: [he shakes his head as he starts shifting through the guns] No, I think we're good.

Sam: [just lets Michael "shop", taking note on what he and Dean will need to remember isn't there for a while until they get back to the bunker]

Michael: [after he gets everything he needs, he takes a step back and slings the bag over his shoulder] Thanks.

Sam: [closes the fake bottom, then the trunk] No problem. We want you three to be safe. Hopefully you won't need to use any of that though.

Michael: Yeah. But we still feel safer knowing we have it.

Sam: And you've got a lot of people here who want to make sure you three are safe.

Michael: [he pauses for a moment, shifting awkwardly on his feet, before heading towards the passenger's side] We should head back.

Sam: Sure. [and back to the motel they go and Sam helps him with all the bags back to their room]

Michael: [heads inside and Olivia is sitting on her bed, flipping through the TV channels, probably after fighting with Ben and then giving him the silent treatment for the rest of the evening]

Ben: [sees Michael and Sam return and gets up to give them room to drop the supplies down] You guys didn't have any problem finding stuff.

Michael: Nope. There was a pretty good selection.

Ben: [goes and starts to scan through the stuff. Mostly ignoring Sam's presence at this point.]

Sam: Well, if you find yourself needing anything else, we're down the hall.

Olivia: [glances over at him and gives him a small smile] Thank you.

Sam: [Smiles back]

Ben: Yeah, thanks. [is organizing things and putting Olivia's "girl things" in a bag before tossing it at her]

Olivia: [catches the bag with an annoyed look, before rolling her eyes]

Sam: [and he just... exits]

Ben: [once he's gone, looks at Michael] Find out anything?

Michael: [he gives a bit of a shrug] Be more specific.

Ben: [sighs.] About their plans for us? What we can do to get out of here?

Michael: They're working on it. But it depends on Dawn and Dawn might not be so easy to convince.

Ben: [nods] So Dawn is the key.

Michael: Yeah. But dude, she might not want to be.

Ben: She's got to understand that we don't belong here, Michael. Just like they didn't belong in our world. We're just putting things back to the right place.

Michael: And there are risks for this one if we keep opening portals like that. And it's her blood and her life and she has friends and family to worry about. Everyone we have is here.

Olivia: Plus I'm pretty sure her - and I quote "werewolf boyfriend" - would probably kill you if you tried to force her.

Ben: [looks at them both] So what, you both want to stay here? Is that it?

Olivia: [she shrugs. She doesn't really care either way]

Michael: I'm just saying that there are risks. Not just for us but for Dawn and getting us home isn't worth her getting killed.

Ben: [scowls and goes to grab his arm holster to strap it on, not saying anything.]

Olivia: [her eyes roll, shaking her head] You don't have to be pissy about it.

Ben: Why don't you two just say it? You've got both your mom and dad here, and a chance to get to know them. [and he's strapping it back on before going to grab one of the new shirts]

Michael: [rolls her eyes] Dude, I don't give a shit about Sam. And my mom .... [there's a beat] ... she probably still doesn't know we exist. I'm just saying that it isn't our decision to make.

Ben: It's our lives. It is our decision to make, and not theirs to control. It's the stupidity that got us here in the first place! [and he's going for the angel sword to slide into place]

Michael: Our life isn't the one being risked! It's Dawn's. And we don't know that if she takes us over there she'll be able to open a portal to get herself home.

Ben: [he just slammed the drawer to the dresser shut and grabbed the keycard to the room] Whatever.

Michael: [moves to go after him but Olivia stops him]

Olivia: Just let him cool off.

Ben: [and he storms out and off to take a walk because so pissed right now. Not even thinking for a moment - or knowing in reality - about what it means to walk around this world wearing Dean Winchester's face.]

Lindsay: [is a Slayer on patrol. Watch her patrol. Granted, she also happens to be patrolling for work so she's in a black and white but at the same time, still Slayer patrolling. Her job is super convenient. She's driving around, looking for any sign of trouble.]

Ben: [and Ben is a Winchester on a mission with a very sharp pointy object hidden in his sleeves and almost begging for something to come out and attack him so he could get his anger out on it. He's also hopelessly lost and doesn't even remember the name of the motel to ask for directions. Which is why he's in a park, looking for a tree to sleep in if he has to. But mostly just angry stalking]

Lindsay: [and she wanders around the corner to track down the "creepy guy" wandering in the park and when she sees his face, she draws the assumed wrong conclusion and makes the decision to sass him for it. She pulls to a stop and gives him the most judgmental look.] Winchester, what are you doing?

Ben: [purses his lips because really, that's just what he needs right now] Sorry, got the wrong guy, sweetheart.

Lindsay: [she blinks for a moment, leaning forward to peer at him before her eyes widen] Shit, sorry. Buffy wasn't kidding when she said you two looked alike. I just didn't expect to see you out in the middle of Beacon Hills. [there's a beat as she parks the car] It's Ben right?

Ben: Being in the middle of Beacon Hills is far from where I want to be right now. [he sighs, but he's not going to get rid of her that easy, he's sure] But yeah, Ben. And you?

Lindsay: Lindsay. I'm one of the Slayers in town. You want to hop in, I can give you a ride?

Ben: Ride where?

Lindsay: Back to the hotel? Or ... wherever you want? This is one of those neighborhoods where a strange adult male wandering in the middle of the park comes off as what some would deem "creepy."

Ben: [snorts] Small town I take it. [he wanders over, leaning down into the window of her car but not getting in just yet] What I could use right now is a hunt. That's what you Slayers do, right? Find demons and kill them?

Lindsay: [eyebrows raise a bit] Vampires, actually. Because we're vampire Slayers. But we're not supernatural killing machines, if that's what you mean. [shakes her head] If you're looking for a solid hunt, you're better off asking Sam and Dean than you are asking me.

Ben: Then I guess there's really no where you can take me. But thanks for the offer, and I'll leave the part to let the natives rest a bit easier. [and he pats the car window and starts to walk away]

Lindsay: [is skeptical of this before shaking her head] Look, I'm on patrol. I can't guarantee anything, but if I run into a vampire and you want a crack at them, I'm your best bet.

Ben: [and he's just waving as he keeps walking. And she thoughts Dean was bad...]

Lindsay: [eye rolls. Whatever. She's going to drive off now and hope he doesn't get eaten]

Ben: [just keeps walking, his eyes taking in the town and eventually he's making his own patrol in a grid pattern, learning the layout of the town]

Lindsay: [is going to stay on her patrol, driving around in case there's some kind of trouble. Which there's bound to be, there's a shit ton of Winchesters in town.]

Ben: [especially when one is walking around when finally two vampires come across the Winchester and decide to tag team him. Which leads Lindsey to eventually come across Ben in a back alley taking them on, the silver angel sword in his hand as he holds his own]

Lindsay: [Yep. That's what she figured. She parks the car and pushes to her feet, running towards the fray stake in hand as she does] Hey. [she grabs one of them by the hair and yanks it back] I think he's a one vamp kinda guy. [and with that she swings an arm to knock him back]

Ben: Hey, I got this. [as he ducks under the right hook of the other vampire]

Lindsay: [eyebrow raises] Sorry. Kinda my job. [she turns to face the vampire in question] Besides, Rodney and me have unfinished business, don't we Rodney?

Rodney: [grins a bit] Your blood is going to taste so sweet, Slayer.

Ben: Funny. [and the sword goes into the vampire and he holds it there while the creature dies] Kinda my job too.

Lindsay: [there's a few well-placed strikes and a quick stake, and the vampire turns to dust all the same] Well look at that. Teamwork.

Ben: [wasn't expecting the dust and is coughing a bit]

Lindsay: [dusts her hands off and glances back to him] You good? [not because he was in trouble, just because it's polite]

Ben: Yeah [cough] Vampires don't turn into dust in my world.

Lindsay: [nods a bit] Yeah, they've got those crazy teeth, right? And they can walk in the sun?

Ben: Those are them. [and he slides the blade into his arm holster]

Lindsay: [she shakes her head] Nasty. Personally prefer the ones that don't leave a body behind.

Ben: It has its advantages like that

Lindsay: [nods a bit] Plus they don't really bleed either, which is also messy.

Ben: Probably saves you from scrounging for new clothes

Lindsay: [nods] Or heading back to the station covered in gunk.

Ben: [eyebrow raised] Wait, you're a real cop?

Lindsay: Yeeeeeeah. [she laughs a bit] I was a cop before I was Called. The sheriff is in the know so it just makes my job easier.

Ben: Probably makes things a lot easier getting weird crazy guys out of jail when found wandering the park at night.

Lindsay: [nods a bit] Or Slayers who got in a little over their heads.

Ben: Yeah, major benefits. [stretches his back. She may notice that there was a cut on his jaw, and it was slowly healing on its own]

Lindsay: [... huh. that's interesting] So you got mostly demons back where you're from?

Ben: Demons and Croats for the most part. Most of the other creatures got killed off from the plague since they are humanoid. [wipes at his jaw to get the blood off and hey, it's healed]

Lindsay: [yep, that's very interesting] Good to know. You'll find there's a lot of other stuff around here.

Ben: And let me guess, not all of its bad, right?

Lindsay: [she shrugs] The local werewolf pack is fairly low-key. They don't really get into too much trouble. [there's a beat] Well, they ... attract trouble, but they're usually the ones fighting it.

Ben: Yeah, I'm already familiar with most of them.

Lindsay: Have you met the alpha yet? Scott's a pretty sweet kid.

Ben: You mean Papa Wolf isn't the alpha?

Lindsay: Peter? [she laughs] He wishes. No, he was an alpha, but then ... shit happened. He bit Scott while he was an alpha and Scott became a true alpha not too long ago.

Ben: [nods] And Scott's the one Dawn's dating?

Lindsay: [shakes her head] No, that's Derek, Cora's brother.

Ben: [math = Five wolves minimum.] Any others?

Lindsay: [she pauses for a moment] The Hales - Derek, Peter and Cora, Scott, Isaac. That's it.

Ben: It's a small pack. How much trouble can they bring?

Lindsay: We just finished dealing with a nogitsune - evil japanese fox demon.

Ben: You killed it?

Lindsay: I think so? It's hard to really tell with those things, but the kid it was possessing is okay.

Ben: [nods] It's good when they get to live in the end

Lindsay: [she nods a bit] Stiles is a good kid too. All of them are, really, it's a shame they're getting dragged into this shit so young.

Ben: I was ten. They'll figure it out eventually.

Lindsay: [she winces] That's too young too.

Ben: [shrugs] Don't get a choice. My cousins don't know the world any differently, and they're just fine.

Lindsay: [she shakes her head] Maybe. I don't know, maybe it's because I didn't get into it until I was older, but this doesn't seem like a world for kids that young.

Ben: Don't always get to choose the world you're given. Just got to learn to survive in it. [now that the adrenaline was fading, he was eying Lindsey and how that cop uniform cut along her body nicely. Hell, how long had it been since he'd even seen another woman (Olivia didn't count in this regard)] So what do you do after a hunt?

Lindsay: [she glances down at her watch and shrugs] I'm still on shift for another thirty minutes, but I usually go for a drink.

Ben: I don't got any money, but if I did, I'd buy you one.

Lindsay: [smirks a bit] Maybe I'll buy you one. You seem like you could use it.

Ben: Yeah, I could. Could use a few, and probably a lot more.

Lindsay: [nods then tips her head towards the cruiser] Come on. I just have to do one last loop and then I'm heading back to the station.

Ben: [he will follow, continuing to appreciate the view and then climbing into the car with her]

Lindsay: [and they do that last loop and she changes back into her street clothes and off they go to a bar where she settles onto one of the stools and orders them two beers]

Ben: [winces a bit at the loudness of the music playing. He's not used to music anymore, and his eyes flicker over the people just to keep an eye on them. But the beer is cold and that is not something he gets outside of winter] Thanks.

Lindsay: [she shakes her head] No problem. The past couple weeks have been hard on everybody around here - can't imagine it's not the same for you now.

Ben: Yeah, that's putting it lightly.

Lindsay: [takes a long pull from her beer] I don't know what I'd do if it was me.

Ben: You'd adapt until you figured out how to get the hell back. It's the only way to survive.

Lindsay: [eyebrow raise] You really want to go back to that?

Ben: It's where we belong. I don't belong in this world. It may suck, but it's my home.

Lindsay: And if you had the chance for something better, you wouldn't take it? Maybe this is ... I don't know, your reward or something.

Ben: There's a fifteen year old version of me somewhere in Indiana learning how to make out with girls. This is his world, not mine. [takes a long pull from the beer]

Lindsay: [she shrugs a bit before taking a sip of her own] Whatever you say.

Ben: [looks at his beer bottle a minute] Plus I don't know how to do anything else. Any chance I had at being a "normal" guy flew out the window years ago. It's my job to save my world.

Lindsay: [she gives him a skeptical look] Have you been told anything about this world yet? We save the world once a year.

Ben: Yeah, but who's going to do it for mine if I stay here, huh?

Lindsay: They'll find someone else. The universe usually does.

Ben: They won't have what I've got.

Lindsay: And what have you got, exactly?

Ben: A chiseled jaw and amazing abs. [grins as he takes another sip from his beer]

Lindsay: [she laughs] I'm pretty sure that's not that hard to find.

Ben: You haven't even asked to see the abs yet.

Lindsay: [makes a face like she's thinking] I'm not sure if I want to. People who say they have amazing abs I usually find incredibly disappointing.

Ben: Your loss then. But if you feel you need to sample the merchandise beforehand, I think I can make an exception.

Lindsay: Oh really? Well, I'll keep that in mind, then. [she laughs a bit before taking another sip of her beer]

Ben: [leaning back in his seat, his eyes taking another pass of the people in the bar] Of course, if you do decide to sample it, I'm pretty screwed out of a place to take you. I love my cousins, but that's not happening.

Lindsay: I have my own place, you know. I'm not completely destitute.

Ben: Hey, that was a big welcoming party we had coming through. I didn't know if you Slayer girls lived in one big house or something.

Lindsay: [she laughs] Slayer Central is in Scotland, actually. Here, we're a bit more spread out.

Ben: Gotcha. [this was the kind of intel he filed away for later] So you're a cop, a slayer, and please tell me you don't have a boyfriend.

Lindsay: I don't. Trying to balance the first two is enough for me right now.

Ben: [leaning forward, his eyes flirty but serious] Well, seeing that I'm not going to be here for that long, not looking to be one. But that begs to ask why the hell we're sitting in this bar and not drinking these back at your place.

Lindsay: [she smirks a bit, before leaning into match him] You're assuming that cocky little shit is my type. [though she catches that serious and wonders if there's more to it than that]

Ben: Well, I already mentioned the abs. [his smirk grows]

Lindsay: I'd bet twenty bucks that mine are better.

Ben: I'd take that bet if I had any cash.

Lindsay: Then it's probably for the best that you don't. [and she's ordering them another round]

Ben: I'm always willing to barter.

Lindsay: Oh really?

Ben: That's what you do when you don't have money and it's not something you can just take.

Lindsay: Well what exactly do you have to barter?

Ben: Sam just dropped off a bunch of supplies. Clothes, weapons...

Lindsay: I'm good on most of those.

Ben: Chores?

Lindsay: [makes a sound like she's thinking but she's still not really impressed]

Ben: I'd say I'd let you tie me to a bed and take advantage of me, but you don't need to barter with me to get that if you want it. [grinning playfully]

Lindsay: [she laughs] No, see, in this universe, when you're making bets for "barter" it's usually something ... demoralizing, that you just know the other person is going to hate. Like, in the instance of chores, I could make you clean my bathroom with a toothbrush in a speedo, but you're kinda new at all of this, and I'm not really that mean.

Ben: I don't own a speedo.

Lindsay: I could fix that.

Ben: [thinks for a moment, because compared to things he's had to do while the Winchesters were kids...] Do your worst. [oh, it's on]

Lindsay: You really sure you wanna do this?

Ben: [saying that he really has nothing better to do is not the right answer and he knows it] Wouldn't offer it if I wasn't sure. [holds out his hand]

Lindsay: [she'll hold off on that shake for a moment] It'll be a really tiny speedo. And it means you might actually have to stick around here a while because "universe hopping" is not a valid excuse for getting out of it.

Ben: It'll be more than I already wear under these jeans. [smirks, but the second bit makes him stop a moment] And if they do make the plan on sending us back before you redeem it, you'll have to redeem it at that point or forfeit the barter.

Lindsay: [wow, that was an eye roll at the first part, but she considers the second for a moment, before nodding] Fine. [she shakes his hand before glancing around the bar for a moment and picking up her beer] Follow me.

Ben: [is up and following]

Lindsay: [she leads the way to the back end near the bathrooms, out of the way of the rest of the bar but not quite going outside. She leans back against one of the walls, crossing one arm in front of her waist, while the elbow of the one holding her beer rests on top of it. She gestures with his beer for him to raise his shirt] Whenever you're ready.

Ben: [ why just raise his shirt? He's going to easily take it off, revealing his skinny but tight stomach and abs from a lifetime of demon hunting. There are a few scars on his body, the typical demon tattoo on one of his hips, and under his left arm is a series of symbols in Enochian]

Lindsay: [because she doesn't need the whole show, Ben, also you need to have a shirt in places like this. Still she appreciates the view for a moment, before gesturing for him to put it back on before the staff comes to give him trouble] Impressive. But I still think I win. [And once he's shirted again, she'll gather the bottom of her shirt in her free hand, revealing the combination of her work as a cop and natural Slayer physical perfection]

Ben: I dunno... that's a little skinny there. I can see your ribs. [he puts his shirt back on, then smiles at the waitress who is appreciating the show as well and not stopping either of them]

Lindsay: [eyebrow raise] My ribs? You're practically skin and bones and you want to talk about my ribs?

Ben: [is trying to keep a straight face and comes closer] Can I? [and his hands hover inches from her body, but he knows enough to not touch unless given the okay]

Lindsay: [she eyes him for a moment, before nodding. If he gets fresh about it, she could always break his wrist really easily.]

Ben: [he touches her ribs, feeling the skin between his fingers and he thumbs at the edge of the ribs] See, right here? There's nothing to protect your ribs from a punch here. This rib snaps wrong, that's the bottom of your lung it'll hit. Completely dangerous. [totally making excuses just to touch her, yes] Now see, mine? [takes her hand and presses it on his clothes ribs] Just a thin layer of muscle to buffer them.

Lindsay: [she huffs a bit of a laugh] Not my fault girls aren't built that way. Also, I'm a Slayer. My ribs can take a pretty impressive beating.

Ben: So you saying this comes as part of the slayer package then, and not only your own hard work?

Lindsay: I've only been a Slayer for a couple years, and we work hard. I was a cop first.

Ben: I still think that may be cheating. I didn't know Slayers got hot bodies as part of their whole transformation package.

Lindsay: We don't. The comment I made about my ribs taking a beating was with regards to the fact that I'm more durable than you are. Everything else I've earned.

Ben: Well, I still think it's a tie.

Lindsay: We never did say what we were going to do about a tie.

Ben: No, we didn't.

Lindsay: So what are we going to do about this?

Ben: Endurance testing?

Lindsay: You just keep setting yourself up to fail. You must really want to wear that speedo.

Ben: I happen to think that the speedo is going to be worth the price for the kind of testing I'm thinking of. [he's still holding her waist]

Lindsay: [yeah, she's getting that] Uh-huh.

Ben: But if you're rather leave it at a tie....

Lindsay: You're trouble. [just putting that out there. Appealing to her competitive side, with the side problem of being Dean Winchester's double is not even a little bit fair. Not that she's been spending any time mooning over Dean Winchester (she actually has a brain and knows that's a bus heading nowhere), but sleeping with his alternate universe kid who wants nothing more than to be somewhere else is also a bus heading nowhere. She tries not to catch those when she can help it]

Ben: And you can show me that maybe there's a reason I should rethink going back. [because she is actually the first person he's talked to that wasn't intel gathering]

Lindsay: [she knows that's at least partially a line. Sex isn't going to sway his resolve in that respect in any sense of the word. But she will concede that it has been a while, and a little human contact feels ... nice every so often. Her eyes flicker to the rest of the bar as she drops her shirt, pulling away from him slightly] Come on.

Ben: Lead away. [because like he knew where he was going]

Lindsay: [slaps down money for the drinks before reaching into her pocket for her phone] I'm telling Sam and Dean where you are so they don't freak out and send out a search party. [this does not need awkwardly timed angel encounters, okay?]

Ben: [is almost ready to put a whole stop to it right there because he doesn't need them knowing he's about to get laid but, you know what, let them deal with the awkwardness. Not like Ben can let Michael and Olivia know anyway why he doesn't come back that night]

Lindsay: [... wow, she wasn't going to tell them that. Just a general location and that he's okay. Actually the entirety of the text to Dean and Sam is "I have Ben" and that's about it. but with that, she's unlocking the doors to her car and sliding in the driver's seat and then they're off to her place!]

Ben: [it's Dean. Does she think he won't interpret that differently? But nope, he's not complaining and just letting her drive him to her place as he watches out the window to see what he can of the town]

Lindsay: [actually Dean doesn't particularly care at this point in time, because he's got other things to worry about. it's probably for the best. Once they park she leads the way up to her apartment and lets them both inside. It's small, but nice enough - one bedroom, one bathroom - just enough for her and her needs. She's never really been one to live beyond what she needed. She stops at the door and toes off her shoes] Make yourself at home.

Ben: [is hesitant to go inside such a building, but he takes and deep breath, closes his eyes and follows. There are no demons here to block the exits and force him to higher floors or to jump, he reminds himself. When they get to her apartment, he just looks around in fascination because he hasn't seen a lived in home in a long time] Nice. [he goes to work on unlacing his boots so that they don't track anything in. Normally he wouldn't care but her place wasn't some run down craphole he was crashing in for the night, and he wanted to at least respect that]

Lindsay: [she shrugs as she drops her keys on the table in her living room and heads towards the couch. She tucks one leg under her as she sits, before patting the cushion for him to take the spot next to her.] Ground rules. Or ... one ground rule, really.

Ben: [he puts the boots, and socks, by her door and then takes his overshirt off, leaving him in jeans and his long sleeve t-shirt. He goes over and sit next to her] Shoot.

Lindsay: This stays between you and me. As far as everyone else is concerned, you crashed on my couch and that was it. [there's a beat] I don't care what other people think but that doesn't mean I want them thinking it either.

Ben: Done. Not like I got people to tell anyway.

Lindsay: Then we're good.

Ben: Awesome. Just... give me a sec so I don't hurt you accidently. [and he goes to take the shirt off again, but this time he's taking off the angel blade holster that she wouldn't have seen the first time since he had kept that arm in the sleeve still. He disengages the blade first and puts it on the table, then goes to work on the straps]

Lindsay: Nice piece, by the way. [she's seen something like that before, but she doesn't want to kill the mood with weapons talk right now.]

Ben: Thanks. Made it myself, and let me tell you, it was a pain in the ass to figure out. [with it removed, he put the holster on the table and rubbed at his arm. The marks on his skin from the leather rubbing at it slowly faded away on their own.] Better than carrying that thing in my pants [smirks]

Lindsay: [she laughs] Probably a lot safer.

Ben: Pretty much. So... [and now his focus shifts to her and he leaned against the couch, watching her a bit] I'm gonna be honest - it's been awhile.

Lindsay: [she smirks a bit as she inches closer, trying to keep things as light as she can.] See that doesn't really instill a lot of confidence in you winning this bet. [then she shrugs a bit] Me too.

Ben: That I don't believe. I've got an excuse in living in a world without a lot of people left. You're fuckin’ hot, and I bet just as smart from what I've seen. And you're telling me you don't got guys knocking down the door to treat you right?

Lindsay: [she laughs] I get guys hitting on me left and right. And they're all dicks. I don't waste my time with dicks.

Ben: Just cocky little shits instead? [smirks, leaning in a bit]

Lindsay: [laughs] You are a one time exception. See contrary to popular belief, girls do actually like nice guys. Just not nice guys who believe that because they think they're nice it entitles them to sex.

Ben: [snorts] Wow, guys think that here?

Lindsay: You have no idea.

Ben: Maybe they should get dropped at the end of the world and see how much that matters.

Lindsay: They would be zombie food in ten minutes.

Ben: Pretty much [ chuckles] Croats don't got time for fake nice guys either.

Lindsay: [laughs] They probably really don't care.

Ben: Never really got close to one to ask their opinions on their food choices, to be honest.

Lindsay: It's probably for the best.

Ben: I am a survivalist.

Lindsay: Which means you are at least slightly more intelligent than those idiots.

Ben: Thank you. [grins]

Lindsay: So. Now that we have that settled.

Ben: [his hand had gone to resting along the back of the couch, and his hand was right next to her cheek. He lifted it up, brushing along her face a moment before he leaned in to kiss her. It was a bit rough, testing her out to see how she'd respond, but not trying to dominate her at all]

Lindsay: [She meets him in it, slowly, trying to see where exactly he's going with this. One hand moves to his side as she shifts a bit closer, pressing up against him on the couch.]

Ben: [he groans, because it had been awhile, and he's not used to having time to take things slow. He helps guide her more into his lap, wanting her nice and close so that he could run his hand along those nice abs and ribs he had enjoyed touching the first time]

Lindsay: [she hums softly against his hand, shifting so that she's straddling his hips, but after a moment something occurs to her and she pulls back] Wait. Condom.

Ben: ... What's a condom?

Lindsay: [stares at him for a moment. Then pulls away] Yeah, definitely getting a condom. Stay right here.

Ben: [and he's just going to sit there, all confused and wondering what the hell just happened]

Lindsay: [makes her way back with a wrapped package in his hand] This is a condom. You put it on your dick and it keeps us from passing each other STDs or getting me pregnant. It's birth control.

Ben: [takes the package, looking at it in confusion] Alright, I'm game. Never seen one of these before in my life, but if it'll keep you from getting knocked up, don't see a problem with that.

Lindsay: Yeah there's a lot you need to learn about safe sex, I'm thinking.

Ben: Why do I have a feeling that zombie apocalypse is going to be my best answer when I don't know what the hell anyone's talking about?

Lindsay: Probably because you're right. They might think you're joking though if they don't know the truth.

Ben: I mean, hell, I had to teach two teenagers what a television was last night and they don't even look like the way I remember them looking.

Lindsay: Technology changes fast. Have you seen cellphones yet?

Ben: I think my mom had one when I was little, but that's about it.

Lindsay: Now they've got touch screens and blue tooth and I don't even know what else. It's insane.

Ben: [and he has no idea what you're even saying]

Lindsay: Yeah. You have a lot of catching up to do.

Ben: Looks like it. So you going to show me how this condom thing works?

Lindsay: [nods as she takes it back from him, before slipping it into the back pocket of her jeans] We just need to get things a little further along first. [and then she's kissing him again]

Ben: [she's kissing him again, and he's not going to complain about that. He is, however, going to pull her into his lap properly this time while doing so]

Lindsay: [she shifts with him, sliding her leg over his hips and leaning in closer, hands coming up to cup his face]

Ben: [his slide down to her hips, working to get her shirt up enough so his fingers can play along the flesh of those abs some more]

Lindsay: [her hands slide down his chest, letting her finger drag over his skin lightly, slowly making their way down to his abs]

Ben: [there's a happy noise in the back of his throat as he pushes into her touch. His hands grip her shirt, starting to lift it to get it off her so they were even here]

Lindsay: [she pulls back enough to let him pull the shirt over her head, before leaning back in again, kissing him eagerly]

Ben: [he's a bit more forceful in the kissing now, eager and wanting as his hands slide up her back, feeling her spine and his fingers rub tiny circles as if he's massaging her there as he does so.]

Lindsay: [hums softly into the kiss, back pushing back into his hands, before her hips rock forward to push against his.]

Ben: [his hips moved to work with her as his teeth suck and pull on her lip playfully]

Lindsay: [she grins a bit at that, leaning forward to nip at his neck gently as she pushes closer]

Ben: [leans his head back, enjoying her lips on his neck as his hands slowly slide around to run along the sides of her breasts before he cups them, feeling the weight of them a moment before his fingers caress them]

Lindsay: [she sucks in a breath, teeth grazing his skin a little harder at the contact as she continues to work her way lower]

Ben: [if she goes much lower, he'll not be able to tease them as much. So he takes advantage of having them there to let his fingers massage into them, his thumb looking to feel for her nipples to tease]

Lindsay: [she lets herself slip away all the same slipping to her knees between his legs and reaching for the fly of his jeans to undo them quickly]

Ben: [looks down at her, not planning on stopping her but his eyes show a bit of shock because it's not often he actually gets this kind of foreplay, even from the times he did manage to have sex in his world]

Lindsay: [well, she's not really going that far but he has to learn about proper sexual health. That involves her being in that area. She undoes the zipper and slips her hand inside] Condoms are important, especially to girls around here. Make sure you have one even if they don't ask - you don't want to take any chances. No glove, no love. [this is going to be the best sex ed class ever]

Ben: [nods. but it is hard to remember everything because her hand was right there] Got it. No glove, no love.

Lindsay: Good. [she moves her hand for a moment to tug at his jeans to get them off his hips and down on the floor]

Ben: [moved his hips to help her get them down. the line of tattoos along his right side in Enochian that has disappeared into his pant line continued over his hip and down his thigh and calf, ending at his ankle. He gave her a small smirk, a 'like what you see' look as he settled back in on the couch]

Lindsay: [she smirks a bit before returning her hand to where it was and moving closer again, one hand moving to get the condom in her pocket. She tears the packet open with her teeth before pulling out the latex] You want to leave a little room at the tip to catch everything, so that it doesn't break. Despite what they tell you, double bagging? Not really a good idea. Too much friction, more likely for things to break. Once you're ready - [she slides her hand down over him again before glancing up to him] Think you're ready?

Ben: Sweetheart, you're the one stroking me. Pretty sure you know that answer

Lindsay: [smirks a bit, before shifting the condom so that it's over him and unrolling it into place] You put it on, and you're good to go. Easy.

Ben: And it stays on me even when we're screwing?

Lindsay: [she nods as she gets up to wiggle out of her jeans] Yep. But if you feel it slip or break, say something, okay? [or she'll break your face]

Ben: Will do. [not that he knows what this condom is going to feel like, but he will if it feels weird]

Lindsay: [The rest of her clothes are on the floor and she's climbing back in his lap to kiss him again. She still needs a bit of foreplay, but she's pretty sure he can help her out with that]

Ben: [he will, because now with that bra off her beautiful breasts where there for him to really touch and play with. He may break their kiss early to look down at them] Good thing we didn't bet on chest, because you win hands down on this.

Lindsay: [she laughs as she arches slightly into his hand] You just going to stare at them or are you going to get to know them better?

Ben: Pretty sure both, since they are tempting. [and he's licking his lips, then decided to start on the right one, kissing and sucking along the top of it before his tongue finds her nipple. He licked it, ran his teeth along it, and then sucked it into his mouth as he worked his mouth on her breast while his hand massaged it at where it met her body]

Lindsay: [there's a soft moan as he goes to work, letting her top half relax and mold into his hands. Her fingers drag against his arms, nails digging in when he hits a good spot]

Ben: [once he had properly worked over her right breast, he went to work on the left. As he did so, his right hand slid down her stomach to slip between them, looking for something new and hard to play with]

Lindsay: [her breath hitches at the hand between her legs hips rocking into his touch. She's trying not to buck and disturb his mouth, but she's having a hard time keeping still]

Ben: [he's not done with her breast yet, but he pulls on her nipple with his teeth as he slides two fingers into her waiting warmth]

Lindsay: [there's more pleased noises at that, pushing her hips down into his fingers to get a little more pressure]

Ben: [he has to work his wrist a bit more to try and get deeper into her, but he manages to figure it out and get that bit more into her and rub his thumb harder on that little nub]

Lindsay: [she moans a bit in response, continuing to push against him for a little while longer before pushing back against him and nodding] Now. Now.

Ben: [he pulled his lips off her breast to kiss along her neck. He slipped his other hand down, and between both hands he was able to shift her hips and his enough to connect in the right way and he thrust up into her nicely]

Lindsay: [moans softly as he slides into her sliding her arms around his shoulders. It takes her a moment to adjust, before she straightens a bit, starting to rock her hips a bit against his]

Ben: [groans against her neck, his feet getting on his toes to give him a bit more leverage so he could give a little thrust up every time she rocked back down on him.]

Lindsay: [as he starts pushing back against her, she sucks in a breath, pushing back against him and slowly picking up speed as they went]

Ben: [he's good at keeping up, even if his toes are going to cramp a bit when this was over. His hands grabbed her hips, using that to help keep her hips in a spot that he can thrust in at a different angle to change it up for her]

Lindsay: [she sucks in a sharp breath, leaning in to the new angle and encouraging him to keep going, breathing starting to pick up as her body starts to climb]

Ben: [he slides down the couch a bit do that he could flatten his feet and use his abs more to thrust up] That's right, just like that...

Lindsay: [she keeps the pace as is for a moment, before a wicked thought crosses her mind and she leans forward] So this is still about endurance right? [her lips then drop to his neck, letting her teeth drag against his skin lightly]

Ben: [He laughed, then groaned at her teeth on his neck.] That's what it is [his fingers went back to her breast, twisting her nipple a bit]

Lindsay: [she grins against his skins, giving her hips a bit of a twist as she came down on each stroke]

Ben: [he bit his lip, groaning at that louder] So that's how you're playing it?

Lindsay: Hey, I play to win.

Ben: So do I. [and those abs of him, along with his feet, move to flip them so that he can get on top, laying her out on the couch without missing a thrust]

Lindsay: [she gasps as she lands on her back, hands moving to the sides of the couch to brace herself as she tries to find some leverage]

Ben: [leans down to kiss her hard, his hands guiding her legs to wrap around his hips as he gets his balance and gives her a few fast, hard thrusts]

Lindsay: [moans into the kiss, wrapping her legs around him tightly, using that grounding to push her hips back up into his]

Ben: [he grins in the kiss, slowing down a bit and not going as deep for a few thrusts, and then back to hard and fast]

Lindsay: [she groans a bit into the kiss before one hand moves from the couch to his back, nails dragging hard against his skin when he hits a particularly good spot.]

Ben: [he breaks the kiss for that, his head arching back as he gasps at the scratch. She also gets a nice, hard thrust as far in as he could get with that, because he liked it]

Lindsay: [ohoho. She notices that and she can't help but smirk a bit, shifting her grip on him a bit so that the next time he hits a good spot with her she can drag long red lines from his shoulders to the small of his back]

Ben: Fuck [he groaned at that, but it was giving him clues what she liked too, so he decided two could play at that game and he focused in on that spot while slipping a hand between them, adding some extra sensation but letting his thumb find her nub and rubbing it as he thrust]

Lindsay: [there's a soft strangled noise at that, teeth raking over her bottom lip as her head falls back a bit. No, damnit, she's not going to lose this, and as she feels herself getting closer she does her best to push him with her, digging in her nails and clenching around him as he thrusts in for a little extra pressure]

Ben: [nope, going to go faster, his free hand lifting her hip just a bit to get that better angle at her spot. He was getting too close and trying not to think about it, but her nails were distracting him and then FUCK she was clenching him. No, deep breaths, focus, Ben... focus and he just thrusts in nice and hard]

Lindsay: [there's another frustrated whimper but she just kept at it, pushing him harder and faster, but she wasn't going to last much longer and she knew it. She just needs to try and find one last move to try and clinch the deal so she tries the last one she has. She moves one leg from his hips to the top of the couch, giving her a little bit of extra leverage before she twists her hips back up into him again, adding that little extra rotation for added friction]

Ben: [damn, that's one flexible girl. He pants, trying his best not to let her win. He pinches her nipple, the fingernails on his free hand digging into her hip. He's sure she's there because she's clenching him again, and when that happens he just lets it go and groans, thrusting hard as his body spasms with his orgasm]

Lindsay: [yeah, she's right there just when he is, head falling back as it hits her hard. Her body shudders through her orgasm, until she finally relaxes and flops back against the couch to try and catch her breath]

Ben: [he pulls his hand free, using it to prop himself up as he pants to catch his own breath, looking down at her, completely sated and impressed]

Lindsay: [sees that look and smirks] What? Didn't think I could keep up?

Ben: No, not at all. Just wasn't expecting you to be that amazing. [smirks]

Lindsay: Well now you know. [laughs before her hand slips down between them to make sure the condom stays in place as she slips him out of her] Bathroom's round the corner if you want to clean up a bit.

Ben: Sure thing. [he gets back to kneeling and pulls it off first because it's just hanging there, and has no problem just walking naked to the bathroom to toss it] Mind if I take a full shower?

Lindsay: [shakes her head as she stretches out a bit on the couch, making sure her muscles don't tighten up the wrong way] Knock yourself out.

Ben: Thanks. [and yeah, he's going to take a nice but quick hot shower and when he's done, come back out in just a towel because his clothes are somewhere in the living room]

Lindsay: [is up and robed at this point, ruffling a hand through her hair] Planning on sticking around, or do you want me to give you a ride back to the hotel?

Ben: While I actually wouldn't mind sticking around and maybe doing that all over again but against a wall? Probably should get back before the kids freak out on me.

Lindsay: [nods before heading to the bathroom herself] Give me a little time to shower and I'll take you back. [she's going to mull over the "against the wall" idea. see if it has any merit]

Ben: [smirks] Need your towel back? [his hands go to the edge of it, his look anything but innocent]

Lindsay: [glances back to the towel, then to his face and she shakes her head] I think I can find another one.

Ben: [just shrugs.] I left you hot water. Take your time. [And he goes to hunt down his jeans, sliding them, socks and boots on before sitting on the couch and taking the time to put the arm holster on]

Lindsay: [it doesn't take her long to clean up and get dressed, returning to the living room in a long sleeved Henley and jeans] Ready?

Ben: [tossing his shirt on and sliding the blade back up into place.] Yup, ready.

Lindsay: [nods and goes to grab her keys, slipping on a pair of flip flops that were sitting by the door and leading the way back down to the car]

Ben: [follows] So how often you get off work?

Lindsay: [she shrugs] It depends on how crazy shit is around here. When it's quiet, often enough. When some big bad is comin' down ... less often.

Ben: Well, you're got three extra hunters in town for a while. If you end up needing help, you know where to find us.

Lindsay: Funny. [she gives him a look over the top of the car as she unlocks the doors] That sounds like a guy who's not completely looking to cut and run.

Ben: Well, if I'm going to end up stuck here... may as well look for a job, right? [grins]

Lindsay: [laughs as she opens her door] Guess so.

[And Beacon Hills isn’t that big so it doesn’t take them that long to get back to the motel.]

Ben: So, um... thank you. For everything. [because between the fight, the talk, and the rest of it, he actually feels relaxed for the first time since he showed up in this place]

Lindsay: [she shrugs in response] Don't sweat it. [she grins] Not like I didn't get anything out of it.

Ben: [smirks] So, you still owe me $20

Lindsay: Hell no. That shit was a tie if that.

Ben: Well, I'll go with tie. Just means we have to keep trying to find a winner. [which means he'll see her again, and he doesn't actually mind that at all]

Lindsay: Guess we will. [the doors to the hotel slide open and Dean saunters through them, spotting the car, but not doing anything more than giving a wave in Lindsay's direction, which she returns]

Ben: [looks up, then sighes.] Looks like I kept Dad up waiting for me to come home. [there's a smirk there, not the actual hard lines he would have had the day before.] Catch you later?

Lindsay: [she nods] See ya.

Dean: [actually was just coming up for air, but hey. He happens to catch his not!kid coming home in Lindsay's car and well ... yes, he's drawing conclusions, just not completely judgy ones. Dean wasn't one of the ones Lindsay was worried about]

Ben: [he gives her a wave in farewell, then goes to head to the hotel, his saunter not exactly like Dean's, but close enough. Ben didn't inherit the bow legged look Dean had, and he was way more confident and cocky. But he's going to try and get past him without even acknowledging the older man. Which was... an improvement to say the least?]

Dean: [won't be a huge obstacle, just hold up a hand to get his attention] Just keep in mind, she may be a girl? But she's still a Slayer. She'll break both your arms without breaking a sweat if you piss her off.

Ben: Good thing I'm more concerned with helping her break a sweat than pissing her off.

Dean: [holds up his hands as though to say he's not judging. he's just saying] Just a friendly warning, that's all. I'm not gonna judge.

Ben: Yeah, you better not. [and he's going inside now because that's about all the "fatherly" advice he wants at the moment]

Dean: [it wasn't even meant to be fatherly, but whatever. Dean's just going to let him go, because it's ... something like progress]

Ben: [and he's walking down the hall back to his room, letting himself in easily]

Olivia: [Michael passed out while watching something awful on TV but Olivia perks up when the door opens.] Look who it is.

Ben: Sorry, got distracted. [and lost, and then found, attacked, taken home, HAD AWESOME SEX and returned]

Olivia: [she shrugs. she doesn't care. She goes back to the remote and flipping through the channels again]

Ben: [well, that's that. He just goes about locking the door up tight, and then taking off the shirt and arm holster again. He's sleep in it if he could, but it pinched]

Michael: [stirs a bit at the sound of stuff happening and frowns when he sees it's Ben] Where were you?

Ben: Out.

Michael: Oh. Out. That clears it up. [rolls his eyes as he rolls back over]

Ben: I was doing a perimeter sweep. Trying to figure out where things were, what supplies were in the area, and anything that could be a threat. That better for you, sunshine?

Michael: Whatever, man. [he's still kind of mad at you for making this into a Ben versus him-and-Olivia thing]

Ben: [rolls his eyes, getting himself back down to his jeans and going to stretch out in bed, groaning a bit at the comfort it provided. He hadn't slept on it last night]

Michael: [and they're just not going to talk about it. because they're Winchesters. and they're stupid.]

Ben: [of course. But Ben is out like a light almost instantly, and if either of them look over... he's actually relaxed in his sleep for the first time in his life]

Olivia: [she notices.] Wonder who he ran into? Aside from a personality adjustment.

Michael: [is just going to do the same, looking to drift back to sleep] Don't know, don't care.

Ben: [oblivious. in fact, he's totally sleeping in as well. No early morning check of the door]

Olivia: [she doesn't sleep, really. Too much restless energy, and as soon as it's early enough, she heads down to the breakfast again, leaving her sleeping brother and cousin behind.]

Sam: [is the early bird, just coming out of the tiny hotel gym with his earbuds in when he almost walks right into her]

Olivia: [starts a bit, hands coming up to stop him before they can turn this into a real mess] Sorry.

Sam: [stops, pulling his earbuds out] Oh hell, sorry. There's usually not a lot of people up at this time of the morning.

Olivia: [she shakes her head] It's okay. It happens.

Sam: You um... hiding from the other two?

Olivia: ... No, not exactly. I just ... couldn't sleep.

Sam: Beds too soft?

Olivia: [shakes her head] A little too in my own head, I guess. [a little worried that she'll sleep and Lucifer will still be there in her dreams. Or maybe disappointed that she'll dream and Sam won't be]

Sam: [thinks a moment, looking towards the front doors to the hotel] Want to take a run with me? I usually do a slow jog as a cooldown.

Olivia: [she pauses, considering for a moment before nodding] Sure. Let me just get different shoes.

Sam: I'll wait. [which he will by the door, stretching out his calves]

Olivia: [and she'll change into a pair of looser pants that one of the Slayers loaned her, because it's more comfortable than running in jeans, and sneakers and she returns to the hallway] Fair warning that most of the running I've done has been from Croats so I don't really know how to ... just run to run.

Sam: We'll go slow. [he smiled, nodding his head to have her follow him out the door]

Olivia: [she nods as she follows him, just staying quiet and waiting to follow his lead.]

Sam: [and he's taking a slow jog out of the parking lot, staying on the sidewalk to head towards the center of town.]

Olivia: [keeps pace with him as best she can, not speeding up too much]

Sam: [looks back and chuckles] Just relax. Don't let yourself think about anything but your feet on the pavement and matching your beat to your heart.

Olivia: [it's hard. there are too many distractions that she isn't used to like cars and all the noise around them, but she nods and tries to drown the rest out, focusing on what he said, heartbeat versus the pound of her feet against the pavement]

Sam: [he's watching her, seeing that little spark of determination in her face and smiles. He knows she can figure it out, so he keeps going but watches his pace.]

Olivia: [eventually she evens out, figuring out how to manage her breathing so that she doesn't push herself too hard, and still keep a good pace that doesn't fluctuate too much]

Sam: [and they jog around half of Beacon Hills before stopping outside the coffee shop.]

Olivia: [she comes to a stop and exhales slowly, letting her hands rest on her hips] That was ... good.

Sam: Feel better?

Olivia: [nods] A little. I don't know if I should sleep at this point, but ... yeah. Thanks.

Sam: [nods with his head] You ever drink coffee in your world?

Olivia: [shrugs] Sometimes when we could get it? I haven't had any in a while though.

Sam: Well, let me introduce you to the wonderful world of espresso. [he goes and holds the door open for her]

Olivia: [are you prepared for this child on caffeine, Sam, because I don't think you know what you're doing. But she nods and goes inside ahead of him]

Sam [is starting her on half caf, thanks]

Olivia: [okay, that's smart. Otherwise he might have had a lot of rambling on his hands]

Sam: So you can get it to taste like any flavor. I tend to get mochas to get a bit of chocolate in, but sometimes I'll do toffee nut.

Olivia: [her brow furrows as she looks over all of it] What about just ... coffee?

Sam: Well, espresso is a different kind of coffee. Stronger.

Olivia: [she nods] That still seems so ... complicated.

Sam: It is, but you'll get used to it. [he put his hand on her shoulder gently, squeezing.] I promise.

Olivia: That's not really the part I'm worried about. [she takes a breath] I don't want anything complicated. I just want coffee.

Sam: Okay. Then one regular coffee, coming up. [and he goes to order the drinks]

Olivia: [nods and waits for them to come up]

Sam: [waits with her] So, you survived your first day...

Olivia: Yeah. Not that I really did much.

Sam: Do you want to do more than just sit around in the room?

Olivia: I don't know. Kind of? I just don't know what to do.

Sam: [thinks] Well, if you want, I could show you around. Your brother too, if you think he'd want to go.

Olivia: I don't know about Michael, but yeah. That would be great.

Sam: Good. And maybe - if you want - we could get to know each other a bit?

Olivia: [a small smile at that] I'd like that.

Sam: [smiles back] Me too. A lot, actually.

Olivia: [she brightens a bit in response] Good. [there's a beat] Michael might take more time, though.

Sam: Can I ask... why you're more open to talking to me than he is?

Olivia: [she pauses, considering for a moment] I had time with you - our you. I mean, it was all in my head, but ... it was time. The last time Michael saw you he was two and he barely remembers.

Sam: [he bites his lip a moment, then nods] Well, we've got time now. I've got it, for both of you.

Olivia: [she pauses for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to say it] He'll be stubborn about it.

Sam: Well, I expected that. I mean, stubbornness is a Winchester trait.

Olivia: And it doesn't help that Ben is telling us not to get attached.

Sam: Well, do you always do what Ben tells you to do?

Olivia: Obviously not, or I wouldn't be here.

Sam: Then maybe between you and me, we can sway Michael to our side for a day.

Olivia: Maybe. Hopefully. [there's a beat before] But ... he might be more likely to respond to mom. [she catches herself] I mean Bela.

Sam: [deep breath] I'm.... still trying to figure out how to tell her.

Olivia: [there's a pause as she slides her hands against the sides of her thighs] Michael said that when he told Dawn we were Bela's kids, she was surprised. That she wasn't exactly maternal.

Sam: [goes and finds them a table in the back to sit and talk while they have their coffee] Well, the relationship Bela and I have here is probably very different than what we had in your world. We only just started dating about... 4 years ago. And life isn't really something that we would want to bring kids into. There was a point we were thinking of it, but it's just never been right.

Olivia: [she stares at her coffee cup for a moment] She died here. From her deal.

Sam: [nods] She did. Dawn told you?

Olivia: [she shakes her head] It's the only thing that makes sense - I guess.

Sam: I did too. When Lucifer possessed me, I jumped into the cage to save everyone. Cas brought me back, and Bela... Bela came back to serve as my conscious while I readjusted to the world. Dean... was living with the Braedens and raising Ben, and we weren't going to take that from him.

Olivia: So Ben actually had Dean here?

Sam: For about two years. And then..... not so much. [his turn to look at the coffee]

Olivia: [she plays with the cardboard sleeve] Is she okay? Bela?

Sam: She's fine. She's completely herself, no deal hanging over her neck, and we're hoping to have a future of some kind. Life just keeps making it hard.

Olivia: [she nods a bit] I just haven't seen her since I was ten, and the last time ... [she was bitten, going into a pile of Croats with a live grenade. She died herself. That's something at least]

Sam: Well, if you guys go back, I can't promise I can convince her right away. But if you stay.... she'll come around. She's too curious not too.

Olivia: [nods a bit, lifting the cup to her lips and taking a sip. And then slowly making a face because this doesn't take like any coffee she's ever had]

Sam: Milk and Sugar are behind you. [smiles]

Olivia: [nods and gets up to try and make it taste better]

Sam: [pulls out his phone and texts Bela under it] Where are you right now?

Bela: I was about to ask you the same thing. Still in Beacon Hills?

Sam: Yeah, something came up. And I need to talk to you about it. ASAP

Bela: I can be there tomorrow.

Sam: We need to talk first. Trust me.

Bela: What's going on?

Sam: [licks his lips, then looks up at Olivia a moment. He stands and goes over to her.] Hey, I need to take this call. Can you hang out here? I'll be right outside.

Olivia: [glances back to him and shrugs] Yeah, sure. Go ahead.

Sam: [steps outside and calls Bela]

Bela: [answers the phone quickly] What's going on?

Sam: So you know how we were working to bring Dawn back from whatever portal she was sucked through?

Bela: Yes?

Sam: Well........ bringing her back, there was an issue.

Bela: ... Did your brother get sucked into a hell dimension?

Sam: No. But three people from that world got brought back. They were in the year 2028 in that alternative world that Zachariah sent Dean too? I told you about that once.

Bela: Yes, I remember. Sounds like a lovely place.

Sam: The three that came through? Ben Braeden as a very angry 30 year old who looks almost identical to Dean. ...... and Michael and Olivia Winchester.

Bela: [there's a pause] Winchester.

Sam: That's the part we need to talk about. Apparently they're mine. [he turned to look in at Olivia and smiled a bit] Well.... ours.

Bela: [she's quiet for a moment as she tries and process that] Ours.

Sam: Yes. It's a much different world. I... don't think you died from your deal there.

Bela: [and then she's quiet again and really glad she wasn't actually driving. That might have made her skid off the road] Lucky me. [it's hard to tell if that's sarcastic or not.]

Sam: Actually, from what I'm getting, you raised them. Lucifer got me.

Bela: [there's another long pause, and she isn't entirely sure what to do with it all] Do they want to see me?

Sam: They do, but they've been warned that you would need time to take it in first. They have nothing here, and there's probably a good chance we can't send them back. [there's a pause] Bela, I can't just abandon them.

Bela: No, of course not. I wouldn't expect you to.

Sam: I could use your help, though. Olivia is at least open to talking to me, but Michael's a mess and Ben.... don't even get me started on that one.

Bela: And you think I can help?

Sam: Olivia thinks that Michael will open up to you more than me. He never knew me.

Bela: I don't ... [there's a pause as she tries to figure out the best way to put it] I don't know if I can.

Sam: Help him... or come see them?

Bela: Either? More the former, but ... I'm not sure what they expect from me.

Sam: I don't know what they expect from me either, or if I can even meet their expectations. But we're all they have.

Bela: [she closes her eyes for a moment, knowing that he's right, but that doesn't make it any easier.] I can still be there tomorrow.

Sam: I'd like you to be here. If nothing else? I need you.

Bela: [there's another pause before she responds] Alright. Where are you staying?

Sam: [gives her the name of the hotel and the room number]

Bela: I'll call when I'm close. I don't ... I'd rather not ambush them. Or be ambushed for that matter.

Sam: I'll sneak you in through my window if I have to.

Bela: [sighs softly] I'll see you soon.

Sam: I love you.

Bela: I love you too. [and with that, she'll hang up to go sort out her emotions]

Sam: [pockets phone and heads back in to Olivia] Sorry 'bout that.

Olivia: [she shakes her head] Everything okay?

Sam: Yeah, I just... had to explain something very delicate.

Olivia: [she nods. if she has an inkling of what it was, it doesn't show] I should probably get back soon. I didn't leave a note or anything.

Sam: Let's go. I think I'm going to stop by and grab you guys some disposable cell phones. It'll make it easier on you if you go exploring to be able to contact each other, or us.

Olivia: [nods a bit as she gets to her feet] Yeah, that sounds good.

Sam: [and so they get back and Ben is still passed out asleep?]

Olivia: [yep and Michael is in the shower so that means he hasn't had the chance to panic about the location of his sister] Thanks for the coffee.

Sam: [nods, then looks over at Ben and catches a glimpse of his ribs. Doesn't say anything though] No problem. Let me know what Michael wants, and I'll talk to Dean about borrowing the Impala for the afternoon.

Olivia: [she nods] Will do.

Sam: [and he goes right to find his brother because Sam recognized the language even if he can't read it] Dude, we’ve got a problem.

Dean: [has been reading into stuff on the Mark of Caine, quickly closes the window when Sam comes on] Bigger than all the other shit we've got going on right now?

Sam: Yeah, I just walked Olivia back home after getting coffee and Ben was passed out on the bed. Dean - his ribs are covered in Enochian tattoos.

Dean: [his jaw sets because really that's just perfect. He pulls out his phone, quickly sorting through the numbers before he finds the one he's looking for and hitting send.]

Lindsay: [ring ring ring] Kinda in the middle of something right now, Winchester. [there's a sound of a struggle on the other end and Lindsay's got a mugger in a chokehold]

Dean: We have to talk about Ben.

Lindsay: I don't think that's -

Dean: I'm not looking for details. But you've ... spent more time with him than any of us so far and we may have a problem.

Lindsay: [there's a huff. Then a smack of skin hitting skin. then ...] Give me ten minutes. [and she hangs up before Dean can protest further.]

Sam: Let me call Dawn too, see if she knows anything. [and calling Summers]

Dawn: [fumbles for her phone through the pile of stuff that she's sorting because what does she do when she's to her own devices for a weekend? She organizes. Mostly her own stuff that she brought with her from Berkeley, but should she get bored enough, Derek's kitchen may follow in suit. She puts the phone on speaker without even bothering to look at the caller ID] Hey, Sam.

Sam: Hey, sorry to bother you, but Dean and I need some quick intel. What do you know about Ben and how he got that angel sword? [it was the easiest way not to mention the tattoos]

Dawn: Honestly? I assumed he stole it or he got it from Dean. I didn't ask, I was just glad we had it. Besides, he didn't trust me, he wasn't likely to tell me.

Sam: Did you notice anything off about him, though?

Dawn: Me personally? No. Peter said something about his eyes glowing.

Sam: Okay, did he mention what color his eyes glowed. [looks at Dean nervously]

Dawn: No. But it wasn't wolfy. [there's a pause] What's going on?

Sam: He's got some interesting ink on his body that concerns me. I'll let you know if it's something that we need to worry about though, alright?

Dawn: Oooookay. [there's a beat] Derek's out of town, so if you need me to research monkey, you know where to find me.

Sam: I will. Thanks. [hangs up and calls Peter Hale next, but gets voicemail. Leaves him a message to please call when he has a moment]

Dean: [is about to say something when Lindsay calls him back and he puts the call on speaker] You good?

Lindsay: Yeah. Just a mugger thinking he was smart. [there's a pause as she rubs at her jaw a bit] What about Ben?

Dean: Anything you want to tell us?

Lindsay: And here I thought you didn't want any details.

Dean: I'm serious, Linds.

Lindsay: [there's a pause and she exhales slowly.] He's got Enochian ink. All up and down one side. He carries an angel blade, and he heals like the wolves do, but he's not a wolf. No fangs, no eyes, no claws. Just the healing.

Sam: Dawn said that Peter said his eyes glowed. Peter, of course, isn't answering when I call for more details. Anything else weird? Strength, speed, stamina?

Lindsay: We were tangling with a couple of vamps - it wasn't really anything impressive. [there's a bit of an awkward pause] He's got stamina. Hard to tell if it's supernatural or not.

Sam: Thanks Lindsay. [because sam doesn't really need to hear either]

Lindsay: You asked. Look, I don't know what his deal is. That's all I got.

Sam: It's a start. Thanks.

Dean: Yeah, thanks. [they say their goodbyes and Dean hangs up] He's a Winchester. Think he made a deal?

Sam: Your son? He made a deal. But with who, what did it do to him, and who's to say that's even him and not an angel wearing him for the last many years.

Dean: Any angel you know looking to get lucky?

Sam: If he's been in a human body for ten years? Why not? Look at Cas.

Dean: I think if he were an actual angel, he would have a way home by now.

Sam: With Heaven closed off? Maybe it would kill his mojo the instant he got here?

Dean: [he pauses for a minute before shaking his head] If anything, he'd have more. There was nothing left in that world, man, and that's when it was 2014.

Sam: I think we need to figure this out now, because if he's a beacon of grace right now?

Dean: We're screwed.

Sam: Yeah. And we need to get him out of Beacon Hills and into the bunker immediately

Dean: He's not gonna like that.

Sam: Yeah, he's going to not like being on the end of Gadreel's sword more.

Dean: Think one of the other kids might be able to talk some sense into him?

Sam: Let's see, have I been successful at all in getting you to put down the First Blade? [look]

Dean: [his eyes narrow and he reaches for his drink] We don't need him to put it down. We just need him to trust us enough to get him within range of the angel wards. Before he winds up on Metatron's radar.

Sam: Then let’s go talk to him and explain to him what's going on here.

Dean: [nods a bit before finishing off the rest of his drink and getting to his feet] Sounds good.

Sam: [he'll tell him that Bela is coming later. So he leads them over to where the trio is living and knocks on the door. Ben is actually up at this point on the bed, shirt on but no armed as he's eating breakfast]

Michael: [Olivia is taking her turn in the shower so Michael answers the door, surprised to see both of them.] ... Hey.

Dean: Hey. [eyes go to Ben, getting right to business] We need to talk.

Ben: [eyebrow goes up] If it's about last night, that's none of your business.

Sam: No, it's about this world and what's going on right now.

Ben: And I should care why...?

Dean: Because Heaven is closed and that Enochian ink you're sporting might attract the wrong kind of attention.

Michael: [his eyes widen a bit and he glances back at Ben but he stays out of it. This is between them.]

Ben: So I'll keep my shirt on. Fixed.

Sam: [sighs] When Heaven closed, the angels fell. They don't have their grace, Ben.

Dean: Well, they have some grace, but not a lot. And they are looking for any beacon of angel juice they can find. So unless you know for a fact that you're not giving off any kind of signal? We need to get you and your cousins somewhere safer.

Ben: [stands up, stiffening] We're not going anywhere but home.

Dean: We don't get you on lockdown? You don't go home. You get dead or worse.

Ben: You don't know that. [but his eyes shift to Michael, the look he only gives when he needs backup but doesn't want Olivia to know things are making him nervous]

Dean: Kid, trust me on this. Metatron is not a guy you want to fuck with.

Michael: [he doesn't really know what to do. It's angels. Ben's always been more involved with that than he was.] Metatron?

Dean: The guy who shut Heaven down in the first place. Never mind the hundreds of angels out there who are just looking for a fix of power so they can feel just a little bit normal again.

Sam: We've been trying to deal with this for months and unless we can take out Metatron and get Heaven reopened, this is only going to get worse, they are going to get desperate, and you're looking at an army of angels wanting you with thousands of years of knowledge on how to use that angel sword. We just want to get you somewhere safe until we figure out how to get you home. That's all.

Ben: [takes a step back because he's feeling threatened now] Yeah, because being safe with you two is really going to keep me alive.

Dean: [runs a hand over his face] We have a bunker. Angel wards, sigils, the whole nine yards. It's the safest you're ever gonna get.

Ben: Bunker, like underground? [he laughs] Yeah, not happening.

Dean: So you want to wind up an angel shiskabob? Is that what you're saying? [turns and points to Olivia as she comes out of the bathroom, confusion all over her face] Or them? Because they'll be at risk too. Metatron doesn't care. They're outliers and they're in the way of the plan.

Olivia: ... the hell?

Sam: [turns to Olivia] If Ben's carrying the power of angels in him, he's in danger and we need to get you all somewhere safer.

Ben: [his eyes flash yellow at that because that felt like a direct threat on his family] He even tries to touch them and I'll take him out faster than he expects.

Dean: [takes a step forward, staring him down] Metatron is basically God. He has all the power of Heaven right at his fingertips. What makes you think you've got the juice?

Ben: Because I made a deal to be able to take on Heaven or Hell to keep those two safe, and Zachariah told me at long as I took out Lucifer, nothing would ever stand in my way. [the glowing in his eyes gets brighter, staring Dean right back down]

Dean: Yeah, well, Zachariah's dead here. Did him in myself. Michael and Lucifer are in the pit, Gabriel's dead, Raphael's dead. Cas has got next to no juice. And I don't see any angel stepping up to honor that deal. How long do you think whatever you've got charging your batteries is gonna keep running in a world where it can't refuel?

Ben: [closes his eyes] Why the hell would you take out the archangels? Are you both that damaged?!

Dean: [chuckles a bit] Zachriah is the only one I took out. Sam didn't mean to drag Michael down with him - it just sort of happened when he was trying to put Lucifer back. Gabriel's dead because Lucifer ganked him and Cas took out Raphael ... well, because he was a son of a bitch, mostly, but Cas was a bit high on Leviathan juice at the time.

Ben: Well, great job. No wonder why this world is fucked.

Dean: [holds out his hands] Hey, it's just the cards we've been given. Point still stands that unless you want Metatron's personal whipping boy to come down here and figure out exactly what you are the long and slow way? We need more information and we need to get you all out of here.

Sam: Guys - [addressing all three] - We know you're going through a lot here, but really, we just want to keep you safe until we figure out how to get you back, or if we even can at all. The bunker is the safest place, and it's a big space so you won't feel closed in. I know it's asking a lot, but you just have to trust us right now.

Michael: [he glances to his sister and she absently shrugs. Then both of them glance back to Ben, wanting to see what he'll do]

Ben: [his jaw is grit, still staring down his father with his glowing eyes.] I don't trust either of you. [another second, but he blinks and his eyes go back to normal and he sighs] But fine. Whatever. Can't be any worse than being kept in this single room.

Dean: [exhales slowly, before nodding] I think you'll like it. At least there'll be stuff to do.

Olivia: [crosses her arms in front of her chest] So when do we leave?

Sam: Soon the better. I'm going to have to find a car, so if you guys want to go with Dean, I can follow once I get a ride. Day tops behind you. [aka when Bela arrives]

Olivia: [glances back to Ben again. She knows his issues with Dean, but this is sort of bigger than that.]

Ben: [he looks at Dean, not confrontational this time] Pass along the message to Lindsay what's happening. [and then at Olivia] Yeah, let's bug out.

Sam: [nods] I'll let Dawn know what's going on and how to find us.

Dean: [kids go to pack! Dean just nods and goes for his phone] I'll tell her now.

Ben: [goes to grab his holster and sword, taking his shirt off to get it strapped back on.]

Sam: So Ben, what are those?

Ben: These? [he ran his fingers along his rib] containment spell. Keeps the power in me and strengthens my body to hold it.

Dean: [texting with a very confused Slayer, glances up to have a better look] What kind of power exactly?

Ben: [working on his straps] Heightened senses, strength, healing. Can survive a few days without food or water if I need to. [which he's done on a few occasions to make sure Michael and Olivia had enough to eat]

Dean: So ... you're like an angel-human hybrid.

Ben: [looks up as he thinks a moment, then shrugs] Pretty much.

Sam: [yeah, so not a good thing]

Dean: [definitely not] And you made this deal with Zachariah?

Ben: Yeah. You died, genuis. I'm not a true vessel. Something about mom's blood not being right for it.

Dean: [he sighs a bit] And how do you know that that's all he did to you?

Ben: I don't. I kept those two alive. That's what matters.

Sam: [mutters where he's helping] Yeah, he's your son alright

Dean: Not helping, Sam. [sighs heavily] I'm gonna go pack my gear. We're on the road in fifteen.

Sam: [thankfully most of the stuff was still in the bags he and Michael had gotten, so it was quick to get it all repacked.] Come on, I'll bring anything that gets left behind.

Michael: [nods as he finishes packing his stuff and slings one bag over his shoulder]

Ben: [grabs his shirt and tosses it back on, heading to help pack up the weapons]

Dean: [rejoins them with the keys to the Impala and one bag on his shoulder.] Ready?

Sam: Yeah, everything's packed.

Ben: Ready to go.

Dean: Alright. Let's hit the road. [let's Michael and Olivia head out ahead of him and glances to Sam] You know where the Slayers are if you need them. Lindsay's in the loop.

Sam: [gets them to the Impala and shoves his hands in his pockets] Yeah, I know. I may go crash at Dawn's for the night so there's no trace of us here just in case. Text me when you get there.

Dean: [nods as he makes his way to the door] Will do. Tell Little Summers to try and stay out of trouble for now?

Sam: I will, though I think it's her puppy's turn to be the damsel in distress.

Dean: [snorts] Hasn't stopped her before.

Sam: True. [he reaches into the glove box and grabs one of the spare phones and hands it to Olivia] Rain check on that afternoon together. If something happens, call me and let me know. Or just text me if you're bored.

Olivia: [nods as she takes the phone with a small smile] Got it.

Michael: [glances between Sam and his sister for a moment before turning his attention back to getting in the car]

Sam: [backs away, letting them get the hell out of there. He doesn't envy Dean at all for this 22 hour road trip he has ahead of him]

Dean: [Dean does not envy Dean either. But off they go!]