Supernatural: Wayward Sons: Monster Squad

I Know Why the Caged Anti-Christ Sings

Alfie woke up on the bench outside of the restaurant, seeing that it was well after dark. The former angel looked at his watch, seeing that a good 12 hours had passed.

"Where are Adam and Ben?" Alfie asked as he sat up, looking down at the backpack. "Jesse. I can locate him, and find out where the others are. And why they did they their weapons with me?"

*

The memories came flooding back to Ben the instant Shane touched him, breaking open the locked box in his mind that Castiel had sealed. Everything that was once a blur, a forgotten daydream at best, was now a vivid memory. Ben remembered Dean Winchester as clear as day. He could remember helping Dean work on the Impala; he remembered Dean helping him with his homework; He remembered Dean's advice on how to talk to girls; He remembered his first drink of beer.

He remembered being intrigued by Dean's journal that had been stashed in the Impala. Ben would sneak downstairs late every night to read from it, memorizing everything he could so that one day he could become a Hunter like his idol.

Then came the night that Dean, while under the influence of being a vampire, had attacked him and had to leave Ben and his mother. But he knew Dean would come back, and he did. Sometimes Dean would return late at night in a drunken stupor to try to talk Lisa, which would be when Ben would sneak down to look at the journal some more, now learning about the vampire cure, or at least parts of it.

He also remembered the demons and monsters that had become a regular thing in his life when Dean was around. The demons who had broken into his home to kidnap him and Lisa; the time he was kidnapped and replaced by a changeling; and the night in the hospital after his mother had been stabbed after a demon possession, which was the night that Dean had their memories wiped. That was the night that things started changing for Ben and Lisa. For a while, they were happier than they had ever been.

Then Ben's alcohol addiction started. At first, it was small things, like sneaking beers and the wine from the liquor cabinet, drinking just enough just so that no one noticed. Ben was in emotional pain and he didn't know why. Drinking seemed to numb the pain that couldn't put a name to.

Then came the most horrible night of Ben's life. The night he could have used his knowledge that there were horrible creatures out there. The night that Dean Winchester should have been there as part of their family. The night where Ben Braeden lost everything. And it was all because Dean had abandoned them and left them defenseless.

*

Ben woke up, bound to a chair as he struggled with the ropes. His head was pounding as his mind adjusted itself to the missing memories that Shane had restored to him. "Adam? Jesse? Are you guys alright?"

Adam was handcuffed to a pipe as he started to wake up, while Jesse found himself trapped in an iron cage suspended above the ground, with demon traps both above and below it.

"Oh, good, my little birdie is awake," Shane said as he walked in, looking at Ben and Adam. "I'll get around to you two dorks shortly. We've got a lot to talk about, mostly about how Adam managed to escape the Cage."

"What did you do to me?" Ben asked angrily. "You screwed with my head! I can't even think straight!"

"That's just the year and a half of memories coming back to you, overriding the false ones that Dean Winchester's main squeeze gave to you," Shane told him. "You're welcome for that, by the way. Just a little gift from the guy who's about to hand you over to the devil."

"You are so going into the cornfield, you douche canoe!" Jesse said as he winced in pain. The wrought iron was burning him, but luckily he was fully clothed instead of his usual short sleeved shirt and board shorts.