Lullaby For a Stormy Night

Introductions Aren't My Specialty

Kevin stared in doubt across the table. The guys expected him to trust this guy. He was a vampire. That was not instilling Kevin with the utmost faith in the large blue eyed man sitting across from him. And as far as he was concerned, the whole "he saved Dean and Cas in Purgatory" thing was not doing it for him.

Sam still didn't trust this dude, and that was enough to cause reasonable doubt in the young prophets mind. But maybe, just maybe he'd give it a chance. Either way, it was better than being alone for two or more weeks, with nothing but his worn down laptop, Metatron's stupid tablets, and his nightmares for company.

"Dean said your name was Benny, right?" Kevin spoke up finally. Might as well try to make this work. If nothing else, Benny looked like he could certainly protect Kevin from just about anything if it really came down to it. Or if he was really trust worthy.

"That's right. Benny Lafitte." His voice was low and kinda rough, with a much more noticeable southern accent than Sam or Dean's voice. Kevin stared for a moment. Despite his frankly intimidating figure and appearance, his smile was kind, soft in a way that wasn't connecting in Kevin's mind.

"Well, um," man, Kevin as really shit at this small talk thing, "I'd assume you know I'm Kevin," he cleared his throat one last time as he started in a hasty retreat. As he stood, probably a bit to quickly, his foot caught around the foot of his chair.

Kevin shut his eyes tight, waiting for the impact that would quickly follow the all to loud clatter of his chair hitting the hard concrete of he bunker. But nothing happened. He felt a strong, warm grip close around his wrist, lightly pulling him forward till his feet were under him again.

"You alright kid? You always this clumsy?" Kevin's eyes snapped open at the sound of the thick southern accent. Benny was standing now, having barely disturbed his chair, unlike Kevin, and he was leaning slightly over the table, arm stretched out to wrap around Kevin's wrist. Which, from Kevin's perspective, was far to small compared to Benny's large, yet gentle, hand, frail and breakable.

"Not really. I'll be, ah, translating, in the, um, library." Barely stopping to pick up his fallen chair, Kevin scrambled off to the farthest corner of the large library in the Bunker. He hoped that he could avoid the worlds kindest vampire for as long as possible. As long as the flush in his cheeks had anything to do with it. Or the rapid beating of his heart for that matter.