Vampires And Demon Hunters

Dats My Bed...

  (Dean's POV)

Dean woke up with a groan and sat up then gripped his stomach and bit his lip, "Shit." He gasped and let himself fall back down onto the...bed? He was in a bed. The green eyed boy looked around and studied his surroundings. He seemed to be in a small cabin of some type. His shirt was gone and replaced with bandages and....he was somewhat clean?

  After deciding he wasn't going to do any more productive work lying there so he forced himself to sit up and gasped in pain before falling unceremoniously onto the floor, "Fuckkkkkkk..." he groaned and rolled onto his side before pushing himself up enough to crawl up the small sets of stairs.

  "Hello?" He called out weakly and clenched his teeth at another spasm of pain then fell onto the floor with a grunt. Dean's brain was going a mile a minute and trying to think rationally which was proving to be extremely difficult due to the fact that he had to push the pain out of his mind.

  Rocking. He thought. I must be on a boat or something. That'd explain the salty smell and the seagulls. The blonde bit the inside of his cheek then forced himself to stand with a muffled scream. Once he'd gotten his legs under him he stumbled to a small door, his body cursing him every step of the way. When he opens the door a hard gust of cold wind hit him dead in the chest causing him to curl in on himself and stumble backwards. When he did he hit something solid.

  Dean looked up to see a strangely familiar pair of soft icy blue eyes staring worriedly down at him. The man held him up-which Dean was thankful for because he probably couldn't take another step-and closed the door, "You shouldn't be up." He said and Dean realized who he was, Southern Boy. He sighed and closed his eyes before opening them and pushing the other guy away causing himself to stumble and fall on his butt.

  "Who are you?" He asked defensively and stared up at him. He wasn't mad but he was confused and scared...mostly scared though.

  The guy winced when he saw Dean fall and knelt, "Calm down brotha. You don't need to go hurtin' yourself more than you already have." He said and pulled Dean back up, "Name's Benjamin Lafitte, my friends call me Benny."

  Dean grunted when he was pulled up and blushed as his face smacked into Benny's chest. He yelped and snatched back and Benny flinched.

  "Sorry." He said awkwardly as he held the other boy up and blushed softly, "You should go lay down." He said as he helped Dean over to one of the chairs at a small table.

  The green eyed sat down with a sigh and put his face in his hands, "What the fuck is happening?" He whispered and shook his head.

  "So um....what's you're name?" Benny asked softly as he dug through a few cabinets trying to find some food. He cheered internally when he found some soup and got the stove going.

  "Dean, Dean Winchester." He said softly and laid his head on the tabletop, "Straight outta hell." He said before Benny could ask where he was from.

  The southern man nodded, "Okay then." He said and cracked his knuckles out of habit, "You cold?" He asked as he sat down across from him.

  Dean was going to say no but admitted to himself that he was freezing. He stayed still for a moment before nodding, "Yeah." He said quietly.

  Benny got up and went to go grab a blanket then draped it over Dean's shoulders, "I had to cut your shirt off to bandage you last night and you probably wouldn't be able to get one on by yourself right now anyway." He explained and Dean nodded before snuggling into the blanket and closing his eyes.

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(Benny's POV)

Benny grunted as gust of cold wind hit him in the face. He sat up from where he'd been sleeping on the couch and saw the guy from last night stumbling backwards. He jumped up quickly and caught the guy. He may or may not have had a whole "state into each other's eyes" moment before shutting the door as fast as he could, "You shouldn't be up." He said softly and continued to hold him up.