Supernatural: Wayward Sons: Monster Squad

The Lonely Tale of Ben Braeden

The Alfred Hitchcock Show theme song started playing as a chubby man stepped into a silhouette. The scene that switched to the same chubby man with black hair sitting in front of a campfire in Purgatory.

"Hello, boys and girls," Metatron said with a smile. "Bet you thought I was dead. Seriously, who really dies in this universe? I mean, that little twirp Samandriel managed to be popular enough to come back, so you shouldn't be shocked that someone like me would end up finding his way back in some form as well. Anyway, enough of this meta stuff, let's cut right to the chase.

I love stories. I love all kinds of stories, no matter how big, no matter how small. Why, I'll bet I've even read part of your story when I was running Heaven. Of course, in this place, there are no stories to read, which makes it less like Purgatory and more like Hell, but I digress. I've read countless stories over the years, but there's one story that I hope to one day finish reading. It's kind of like a side story to the the whole Winchester saga. It's the story of a young man who just wants to be loved, and is filled with more adventure and drama than you can shake a stick at. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you..."

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"The Lonely Tale of Ben Braeden"

As told by Metatron

Several Years Ago

Ben Braeden stared out of the classroom window while he sat in class, having taken notice of an Impala that had driven by just moments earlier. He couldn't explain it, but it had always been his dream to own an Impala, despite the fact that he had never, to his knowledge, even ridden in one.

That didn't stop Ben from having dreams of having been inside of his dream car. Dreams that were a little too realistic at times. Sometimes late at night, Ben would have visions of that car, and of the two older men that owned it. A strawberry blond guy with a love of classic rock, and his taller brother who always had a grim look on his face. He recognized the blonde as the man who had caused him and his mother to get into an accident months earlier, but the taller man he'd never seen before. Both were frequent visitors in his dreams ever since that night of the car accident.

*

It had been a year since the dreams started for Ben. Dreams of monsters, demons, and other creatures of the night, with the one constant being the strawberry blonde haired man who was always there, fighting them. There was no name to go with the man, but Ben didn't mind. The guy seemed mysterious and cool, almost like a superhero. A superhero with a cool jacket and a love of classic rock.

Even with graduation being a few years off, Ben knew that college wasn't for him. Money was tight with it just being him and his mother, and Ben was more of a street smart type than the type who liked hitting the books. He was the kind of guy who enjoyed listening to classic rock while working on cars in shop class. He'd taken it upon himself to learn everything he could about cars and how they worked, even taking a part time job at the local garage, where he was hoping to make it a fulltime summer job.

"Ben, I wish you'd at least consider community college," Ben's mother Lisa told him as they walked home from dinner one night during seventh grade. "You could go farther in life with a degree."

"Aw, Ma, you know I wouldn't able to hack it in college," Ben told her. "Working in a garage is what I love. Mr. Kripke said I'm a natural at fixing cars. Said I could be running the place within a few years if I worked hard at it, says I'm better than any guy he has working there now."

"Ben, I just want more for you out of life," Lisa sighed as they walked. "Like maybe being a doctor, or a lawyer."

"What, you sayin' you're not proud of me for wanting to be a mechanic?" Ben asked as they cut through an alley.