Supernatural: Anastasia Steele

Chapter 129. Sex And Violence

Deans POV

A truck horn blares making me jolt awake. I look down seeing Ana hugged up to me, my left arm wrapped around her waist as my right lays under her head. I raise my head and see Sam is not in his bed.

"Yeah, that's what I'm telling you. No storms, no bad crops, nothing." I hear Sam talking as I watch him. "Yeah, okay. We'll keep looking. You keep looking too, okay? Alright. Talk soon." He says before he hangs up and I quickly lie down pretending to be asleep.

I feel something poke me and I pretend to wake up, rubbing my eyes while Ana groan. "Five more minutes." She mumbles as I look over at Sam. "You're up early. What are you doing?" I ask him. "Nothing. I was in the can." He replies.

"Yeah?" I say not believing him. "Yeah. You want me to draw you a picture?" He asks me. "Nah, I'll pass." I say as Ana rolls over, and cuddles into me. "Thank God, because that is not the first image I want to see in the morning." She grumbles and Sam rolls his eyes.

"Found a job. Bedford, Iowa. Guy beat his wife's brains out with a meat tenderiser." Sam says as both of us look over at him alarmed. "Yikes." I say. "And get this. Third local inside two months to gank his wife. No priors on any of 'em, all happily married." Sam says. "Ah, sounds like Ozzie and Harriet." Ana remarks and Sam smirks. "More like the shining." He says as she sits up. "Alright. Well, I guess we'd better have a look." I say.

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"Why does the PD keep sending you guys? I already said I didn't want a lawyer." Mr Benson says to us after we arrived at the prison to interview him. "They're lining up the firing squad." I say smirking. "I'm pleading guilty." Benson says. "Alright, look, you don't want us to represent you, that's fine. In fact, it's probably not a bad idea, between you and me. We just wanna understand what happened, that's all." Ana says to him.

"Mr Benson. Please." Sam pleads as Benson looks between us and then sighs. "What happened was, I killed my wife. You wanna know why? Because she made plans without asking me." He says. "Now when it happened, how did you feel? Disoriented, out of control?" Sam ask him. "Like something possessed you to do it?" I add.

"I knew exactly what I was doing. I was crystal clear." Benson says. "Then why'd you do it?" Ana asks him, furrowing her eyebrows. "I don't know. I loved her. We were happy." He replies as I place some papers on the table and tap them.

"Nine G's. That's a hefty bill." I say and Benson's eyes widen. "Where did you get that?" He asks. "Doesn't matter. We have it. See, certain charges, ones you don't want the missus to know...they show up under shady names like M & C Entertainment." I say. "I don't know what you're talking about." He says. "Like dropping plastic at a nudie bar for instance." I say.

"We just want to know the truth, Mr Benson." Ana says to him as he looks at us nervously before he sighs. "Her name was Jasmine." He says. "She was a stripper?" Sam asks. "Dude, her name is Jasmine." I say. "Or, she's a fan of Aladdin." Ana adds and I roll my eyes. "I didn't mean for it to happen, I don't like to go to strip bars. My buddy was having a bachelor party, and there she was." Benson says.

"Jasmine?" Sam says and Benson nods. "She came right up to me. And...I dunno, she was just...perfect. Everything that I wanted." He says. "Well, pay enough and anybody will be anything." I say and Ana elbows my side. "It wasn't about the money. It wasn't even about the sex. It was...I dunno. I...I don't know what it was. It's hard to explain." Benson says.

"And your wife found out?" Ana asks him. "No, she never had a clue." Benson says. "Then why'd you kill her?" Ana asks. "For Jasmine. She said we would be together forever. If...if Vicky was..." Benson says then I mutter under my breath. "Muertos."