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Ben Braeden
Posted: Mar 21 2012, 08:18 AM


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Date: June 11th
City: Danville
State: Illinois
Synopsis: Ben finally ran out of money which means no more bus and no more food, thankfully Deacon comes along and saves his stomach.


This was stupid, he was just torturing himself. It wasn’t like he had any money for it.
Ben shot a dirty look up at the red and yellow Burger King logo that loomed above him, taunting him. His stomach grumbled in protest but there wasn’t really anything he could do about it. The thirteen year old had burnt off the rest of his money on a bus that hadn’t taken him to the right place and now he was stuck in some city at the edge of Illinois with a stupid burger joint right here to laugh in his face. Things were going great.

Ben’s original plan had been to go to Bobby’s place. He had stayed there before, while Dean had actually considered himself a part of the Braeden family. All he remembered was the moving, the stress, the panic and Dean of all people was freaking out. What was that? Dean was never scared… but Ben could remember coming home from a movie with his mom –one Dean sent them on- and opening the door to the hunter’s arms drawing his mother in for a hug and demanding the pair of them go get packed.
Bobby’s hadn’t been too bad, it looked like a dump when you first glanced at it, but the place was pretty cool. The thirteen year old had done his fair share of snooping and hell, the stuff he found! Half of it he couldn’t even put a name to and there were a few questionable things… then the books that were packed into every corner, filled with words like demon, monster, vampire… it had been pretty cool. But of course that didn’t really enter the kid’s mind right now. He was set on finding Dean, and Bobby’s place seemed like the most logical place to start. If Dean trusted that guy with him and his mom… they were obviously pretty damn close. If they were that close maybe Bobby wouldn’t mind calling him for Ben…? If he wasn’t there already.

As smart as that plan had been at the time, Ben had a pretty unfortunate bad luck streak while he’d been out here and Bobby’s place hadn’t happened yet. It had been two months. Well bright side, he’d been able to stretch his money for two months? But now he was stuck, and trying his hardest not to let the creeping anxiety of not knowing what to do grab onto him too tightly.

Despite knowing the truth, Ben strained to see the prices inside the restaurant. He squinted and scanned the menu for the lowest number before digging in his pockets, and of course, as he’d predicted, came up a few dollars short. Cents, they might. might have let slide. But he wasn’t going to get away with this now.
Shoving the coins back in his pocket, Ben tore his eyes away from the building and started to look around. Hunger, slash that off his list… next was tired. Hell he really was tired… now that he thought about it he could feel it creeping up on him. The exhaustion of the day, of the past few months really. Maybe there was… a homeless shelter? Oh, hey those had food too! Didn’t they?
Running a hand through his hair, Ben refused to let himself get excited at the idea that he might have a meal and bed tonight. First he had to find this thing… maybe after a rest?
Peering around, the kid zeroed in on a bench not too far off and staggered over that way, slumping down on it and pulling off his back pack to sit next to him. His muscles groaned happily at the break they got and he stretched out his legs with a sigh, leaning back and shutting his eyes. Man that felt good.


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Deacon Smith
Posted: Mar 22 2012, 07:42 AM


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The one thing that people didn't realize that while Smitty's trunk had weapons, a med kit, and a freezer with a false bottom for his ids, it also had his guitar. Most hunters didn't know that he played the guitar actually or sang at times but for Smitty it was hard to tell. One look at him and everyone thought he was a tough brute. They didn't know he could cook a dinner for two or five, and enjoy the simple stuff. But with what had happened at Lewistown didn't help that rep. If you asked him however, Smitty accepted that reputation. With hunters you had to have that feeling.

He was exhausted though, after being reunited with the woman who had shot him in Lewistown but at least that was over with. Smitty hadn't stuck around though to talk with Jo or any of the others. Feeling that it would need him to explain too much on how he had ended up there. Some things were best left unknown particularly since Harvelle was there with them and he wasn't ready to fess up with her how he had gotten there. It was the main secret in his army of secrets.

After Lewistown, Smitty had found his way back to find a way around things. He was driving across the country before anyone had really missed him. Smitty was exhausted though with his driving and there was always the chronic problem when you worked and traveled alone. Your butt went numb from sitting to long. Sure he could concentrate on a lot of stuff for a while. Scams, what he owed people, but he also needed to chronically get up and walk around. That was what he needed to do.

It was part of the reason why he had parked in the Burger King parking lot and just started to walk a bit. He had walked for a while before deciding to return to his car and get his ass back on the road. The need for the fake identifications was always growing with hunters and he could only take so many at a time. But while walking back he saw the boy.

Perhaps it was because of his own past but Smitty knew the signs that were in front of him. He had been the one that always had a backpack packed when his dad was a dick and wanted to use them as a punching bag. The boy didn't look like he had that same fate but most people that beat the shit out of others. Moving over, Smitty sat next to the boy and remained silent for a few minutes. “Waiting on a bus?” He asked glancing up at the bus stop sign. He had done the same before packed a bag full of clothes and debated hoping a bus to anywhere. Instead, Smitty had met a cop and the cop had given him a couch. Was Smitty going to be the same with him? Smitty wasn't a hundred percent sure. He wasn't a saint. Smitty was far from one. But he couldn't leave a kid in the same shoes he had been in as a kid.

So Smitty would play it by ear and see what the kid wanted to tell him.


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Ben Braeden
Posted: Apr 5 2012, 08:03 AM


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Ben didn’t even notice he had company until the wood of the bench he was sitting on creaked at the extra weight. Turning his head ever so slightly, the boy’s eyes moved up and down the stranger before he turned to settling them back on the fast food place. Parents told their kids not to talk to strangers, Lisa had done the same thing for him and for once he was sticking to his mom’s advice. Or… he did for a minute or so anyway.
His ears perked. The bus?
Snorting quietly the thirteen year old shook his head, still not looking around. ”I wish…” Mumbling mostly to himself, Ben sighed and finally tore his eyes from the tempting glass doors and leaned back against the bench. ”Nah, just sitting. Why?” He didn’t know if he really liked the look of this guy, he was big… kinda tough looking, Ben didn’t feel like getting abducted today or anything and it wasn’t like he had his phone anymore to call for help. He’d run out of batteries on that thing ages ago. Watching the man for a moment longer he turned back around. Ben sort of doubted the guy was one of those anyway. Well he hoped…

For a while, he kept his eyes to himself. Just staring off, feeling sleepy and just letting himself feel that way. Being on the road or rather… the sidewalk and park benches, taught him a lot more about anatomy and biology than science class ever had. For example, if you went without food for a while, you wouldn’t only get hungry, you would get tired a hell of a lot easier too. And weak, he felt really weak… the hunger pains had subsided into just a dull ache by now, it was enough to make him miserable but he was slowly learning to ignore it. Something Ben hadn’t really thought of when he’d crawled out of his window had been food. Well no, that was a lie. It had crossed his mind, he remembered stuffing some granola bars in his bag and everything, but he hadn’t really thought about it. If he had, he wouldn’t be sitting here starving by now. To be really honest with himself, his naïve little mind had thought that by now he would be sitting at hunter dialed up the Winchesters and had them racing over. By now that idea just felt stupid… but he was out here, he wasn’t really sure where he was… and he wasn’t about to head back home either.


[gah took so long! sorryy]


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Deacon Smith
Posted: Apr 6 2012, 01:30 PM


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Smitty waited for the boy to answer. He wasn't going to push him at all really. The scrounger hadn't been around kids for a while, though he was a father, but he'd let Ben take it anyway he wanted the conversation to go. When Ben finally spoke, Smitty nodded silently and allowed his eyes to follow Ben's. Eyes remaining fixated on the restaurant, Smitty heard Ben's question and looked over at him. “No reason.” Smitty stated as he gave a shrug of his shoulders. “Mind if I join?” He added. If the boy said leave Smitty would do that as well. Ben was the one in control of the conversation.

Maybe that was what Maxine meant by him being a good father if he actually wanted to be one. Smitty wasn't sure how she had come up with that idea but Smitty wasn't sure how he ended up as the one who could be the parent to his son. Smitty's father was an asshole really. His brothers one was crazy and the other Smitty constantly kept at an arms distance. In truth everyone, even his closest of friends like Jo were kept that way. All of them by choice.

Tapping his fingers together in a simple rhythmic beat, Smitty glanced over at the kid next to him before scanning the streets. “Ya know,” Smitty began wondering exactly how to phrase what he wanted to say. Stealing was easy for him then offering advice to a stranger out on the street. He didn't even offer advice to his clients really. So Smitty went silent again. It was easy to bust a head of some one open then be there now. “Looks like it might rain.” Smitty informed Ben as he glanced over at the clouds in the distance.

Standing Smity's hands slid into his pockets with easy and he glanced over at Ben with a small tilt of the head. “Since yer not waiting on the bus maybe you should wait on who ever you're waiting on inside?” Smitty stated as he took a step away from the bench. One step at a time, one question at a time. Smitty had been quick to accept help when he was a kid because he needed it with the abusive bastard like Ryan Smith. But the kid didn't look like he had as a kid. Smitty however knew that people like his father didn't leave any visible bruises all the time or they left others scars on the person.

Yeah, those scars Smitty knew all to well.


(Not a problem! As you can see we've got Awkward!Smitty something he's never been so bravo to you! You've gone and made my scrounger feel very awkward!)


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Ben Braeden
Posted: Apr 21 2012, 08:43 AM


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It was both a strange and a normal question and at first he wasn’t really sure how to answer other than to shrug his shoulders. Could he join him just sitting here doing nothing… sure…
But at the same time he sort of liked that, in the back of his mind he was fairly conscious over the fact that it was the guy telling him that he had the choice of whether he stayed or not and whether he realized it or not, Ben didn’t feel as uptight and anxious if he had that choice. Even if it wasn’t really his… he could tell the guy to leave and he might not, who knew?

It stayed quiet for a while, the man and boy just sitting in silence while Ben finally realized that waiting was going to be usless and to just let his stomach ache. The hurt was starting to get bearable. The longer he was hungry, the more he felt it but the easier and faster he adjusted. That morning it had been brutal, a horrible panging that he hadn’t been able to ignore, but now? Now he was just sitting here wishing that he had maybe a few dollars more but accepting the fact he didn’t.
Pausingas the man started to talk again, Ben peeked around his shoulder, peering at him causiously. Raising an eyebrow he looked up at the sky. Rain… great.
”Uh… yeah, I guess so… rained yesterday too.” He mumbled, sitting up finally from where he’d been leaned forward, elbows on his knees and laid himself back until he could feel the cool metal of the bench behind him, and the stranger out of his peripheral vision.

Then he mentioned waiting on whoever he was waiting for inside…
Hesitating, Ben squirmed slightly on his seat. There wasn’t anyone coming for him… his mother didn’t know where he was, he didn’t know where Dean was and Ben had no idea where he was either to be honest. But… he didn’t want to come across looking homeless or anything… despite the fact that’s sort of what was happening here. ”I uh…” Quietly he looked up at the building. ”I guess that’s a good idea.” Until no one came to pick him up and this guy would realize he was a little liar. He’d cross that bridge when it came.

Sighing, Ben felt a droplet of water on his forehead and stood up, his legs aching from the hours of walking and his stomach complained but he didn’t.
Looking up at the guy, Ben sort of accepted the fact he was coming with him before he started walking towards the restaurant. ”So uh… I’m Ben..” Might as well introduce yourself.


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Deacon Smith
Posted: Apr 23 2012, 11:04 AM


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Smitty nodded when the boy mentioned it rained yesterday. “Wasn't a little sprinkle was it. I caught the storm shortly as it passed by down a ways.” Smitty swallowed and kept his hands folded on his lap. “Thought I'd need an ark to get through it all.” He informed Ben with a shrug. “But it cleared up. Got better. So I thought it did until today, ya know?” Falling silent, Smitty looked out at the street as cars went by and wondered how long he could play this role. It wasn't one of the usual roles he played. Wining and dining, Smitty could do. But talking to some kid and taking them in wasn't something that Smitty normally did. He wasn't that type of guy.

But the parenting feel came back. The one that Maxine told him so much about and the one he refused to accept. He wasn't sure how to act around kids a lot of the time, his own son being one of them but the kid was slowly starting to accept him. Offer by offer, Smitty was being slowly accepted and the scrounger was finding his footing. Perhaps it was the slow and steady that really did win the race. Smitty was always accustomed to lying to get what he wanted unless he was with friends so Smitty was going to take it. “All right,” Smitty informed his newest associate.

Glancing over at Ben, Smitty gave a small smile and continued to the small fast food joint. “Well Ben, I'm Deacon.” He informed the boy. At first he thought of giving him the usual nickname of Smitty. But in the last five seconds he gave his actual first name. Few knew it and used it. In fact even several of his family and closest friends, like Harvelle, called him Smitty. It was just easier on him for that matter. But here he was giving the kid his first name. “Nice to meet ya,” He added as he held the door open for the boy.

The scrounger ran a hand through his hair before looking over the menu. Knowing he'd have to stick away from anything with salt, mainly because he never really liked the taste of it, Smitty glanced back at Ben before taking a leap of faith. “Three burgers, two cokes.” Smitty informed the woman behind the counter. Ben could think what ever he wanted but now the scrounger was making his move. “Anything else you think sounds good, my bench warming associate?” Smitty asked Ben glancing at him, while the scrounger pulled out his wallet. “One or two of the pies? Fries?”

If the boy wasn't interested Smitty knew he could take most of it on the road with him and eat it then but if the boy was like him at all. Backpack, bus stop, waiting for people. Smitty hoped he'd take it. He just could read people and he'd even accept if the boy wanted to sit across the restaurant and eat Smitty would allow that too.


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Ben Braeden
Posted: May 13 2012, 11:58 AM


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Getting up and actually following a complete stranger into a burger joint wasn’t something Ben had really ever planned on doing. It definitely wasn’t something that his mom would ever approve of, but then his mom wasn’t here… and Lisa hadn’t been here for a long while. Not that that was her fault at all, it was entirely Ben’s and he knew it. But still, if she were here she would probably be giving him those disapproving eyes before grabbing his shoulder and steering him away from the scary looking man who seemed to be handing out free burgers. But at this point, he was too hungry to care and just went along with it.
Looking over at the guy, Ben nodded a little. ”Haven’t heard that before.” Interesting name… but it sort of suited the guy he assumed. But then everyone’s names kind of suited them, it was almost like people just grew into what they were supposed to be-… wow his mind was getting off track.
”You too..” He paused, glancing up at the guy when he opened the door, not having been expecting that, but it was fairly short lived when the smell hit him hard, snaking itself around his nostrils and pulling him inside while his stomach protested. He could smell the place outside but it was nothing compared to in here. Ugh that was good… he really wanted a burger now.

They reached the counter easily enough but Ben was entirely stumped when the guy just kept ordering food. Staring up at him surprised, Ben couldn’t help a small smile, the first in ages. ”Definitely pie..” He nodded all too quickly. Food was good, pie was better… cake was pretty good too but pie definitely won the argument.
”Are you sure?” He paused after a minute, he’d never be able to pay the guy back… not right now anyways, not until he could go home and actually save up some allowance again… hah, Lisa was probably never going to give him allowance again as long as he lived.
”Thanks man..” He hadn't been expecting that much at all. Maybe one of the kiddie burgers and a drink or something but this guy was going all out and Ben's stomach approved very, very much.

Once they'd gotten their food, Ben glanced at the guy, not really sure where he wanted to go or if he wanted to leave at all but sort of slinking his way to one of the booths, Ben sat down, loving the feel of the seat, which in actuality was about the comfiest thing he'd sat on in ages. And there was shade. Shade was always nice when you had been out in the sun literally all day... and yesterday... and the day before that.
"Y'know I can't pay you back right?" His eyes followed one of the burgers, stomach growling loudly as if grabbing for it.


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Deacon Smith
Posted: May 20 2012, 07:24 AM


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Smitty nodded and looked at the girl behind the counter. “You heard my associate, pie.” Smitty informed her with a smile. The scrounger was thankful that Ben had taken him up on the offer. It was a foot in the door, he knew that much but the scrounger remembered so much of his own past as he fought “Two of each.” Smitty added before she could ask which kind.

The scrounger nodded when Ben asked if he was sure. “Yeah, I'm sure and yer welcome,” Smitty added and gave Ben a grin. In his head the older man was thinking of his own childhood. His father tossing him out and then getting the messages from his mother to come home because his father needed to speak with him. It only meant for Smitty that he had to stay away longer. He had remained away of course but the whole affair made him who he was now. A thief for the most honorable people he knew. At least the skills his father had taught him were there being put to good use.

But he was there speaking to a boy that was possibly living in the same world he had been in. He rarely had contacts with kids,his own included, and he was skeptical on how to approach anything. So far it was working rather well. Taking the tray of food, Smitty lead Ben to a table away from the counter and heard the comment about paying him back. “Well....” Smitty began before offering Ben a sandwich and helping himself to some fries. “You could start by telling me what you're doing out here,” Smitty informed Ben with a small shrug. “Actually doing out here.” Smitty added. "You're stomach ratted you out...among other things." He remained silent over the other things, not wanting to go over how it looked like him years ago.

The scrounger was silent before swallowing. “Anything said at this table, Ben, stays here,” Smitty added. “I ain't gonna run off and rat you out if you did something bad to anyone.” He'd done enough bad things to worry about with people running off and tattling on him so he didn't need to give that to others either. Besides promising to keep it between each other was always a way to get trust some times. Snatching a few fries, Smitty would allow Ben to take all the time in the world to tell his story. The same favor had been given to him so why not to another.


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Ben Braeden
Posted: May 21 2012, 07:25 PM


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Blinking in surprise as the guy ordered them two of each flavor, Ben had to fight himself not to stare. Some random stranger just appearing out of nowhere and helping him out? Like this? It didn’t seem real. If he had been perfectly well fed Ben would definitely have declined the offer but to be honest, he was really hungry and his stomach was in full agreement with this guy’s menu choices.

Peeking up at the man finally, Ben knew for a fact that if he had seen him on the street he wouldn’t have gone up to him at all, he probably would have just whipped around and gone the other way. The guy didn’t lookd all too friendly, he looked sort of intimidating to be honest, with his big arms and hardened expression… but hey, apparently he was more of a softie than Ben had expected. Thank god for that.
Following him to a booth, Ben slid into his seat staring over at the pile of food that was tempting him so unfairly. It almost seemed unbelievable that he was allowed to have some of this stuff.

Reaching over to take the burger from Deacon, Ben was quick to tear the paper away and dig in, Ugh he was hungry… they were right, hungry made everything taste so much better.
Unfortunately, the guy’s next words made him stop mid-chew in an attempt not to choke at the surprise that showed clearly in his face. ”I…” Hesitating he frowned and watched him for a minute, chomping down on his burger in the meantime and finally swallowing it down and hesitated. ”I left…”
Shrugging a shoulder he looked up at him. ”I had to. I have to go find my-…” Pausing he frowned and took another sip of his pop. ”It’s complicated…” How was he supposed to explain that the guy he was looking for wasn’t even his father…? That he’d just run away from his mom..? To Ben it made sense but to everyone else?

"My mom used to date this guy... and he was family. His brother turned up and he just.. left." The hurt and betrayal in the boy's eyes wasn't hidden in the least. "He has to come home before it's too late, he has to.. I have to find him." Reaching for a fry, Ben sunk down in his seat a little looking out the window and stuffing the food in his mouth. "He has this job... keeps him on the road almost everywhere.. and he feels like he can't come back but we need him." Muttering, Ben's voice was slowly decreasing in volume. "But then the bus broke down... and I ran out of cash.. and my phone's dead, and he wasn't where I thought he'd be.... so now I'm just looking."


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Posted: Jun 1 2012, 10:48 AM


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True to his word, the boy told him the story and Smitty nodded. Well it wasn't like his but the scrounger agreed with him on why. New guys were like new roosters in the hen house. They didn't really belong that well unless they make friends with the other roosters, even the young ones. It seemed to hurt the boy and Smitty was silent. His own father had made Smitty feel like e was worthless and well the boy had a guy who had accepted him and then dumped him. Deep down he knew what that was like since a father (biological or otherwise) wasn't suppose to do that. But then if he used that logic then he shouldn't have done that to his own son.

Well those who couldn't do...teach. That put him in a fantastic category. At least he knew how to handle part of the issue. “That sucks, Ben.” He didn't dare call Ben kid since apparently the boy was far from it. Nope, Smitty recognized what Ben was talking about. He had every right to run off but the truth of the matter was also simple. He had abandoned his coop.

Helping himself to a burger finally, Smitty unwrapped it and took a bite. He chewed and swallowed before speaking. “I feel for ya. I do. Sounds like you've had a shitty hand.” Smitty wasn't going to sugar coat it. They were both men so they didn't need it sugar coated. Sugar coated things were for babies. Ben was the man of the house no matter who was to come in with his mom and dated.

“But there's one thing you forgot to mention. Ain't a rag on you, Ben or anything like that. Just pointing a fact. You're the man of the house.” Smitty indicated. “Anyone that comes in that door, has to be accepted by you first and follow your rules.” He paused and took a sip of his drink. “Who ever comes through that door either stays or goes but you're the man of the house.”

The scrounger fell silent for a moment. “They could be the President of the United States but it's your home.” Smitty informed his companion. “I'm not saying what you did was wrong. God knows that I've been in the same boat before but you've gotta understand that one bit.”

Finishing his speech, Smitty left it open for Ben to pick and choose. He was the last one to tell a kid how to respond to this type of situation. “You need to do what you know you need to do though,” Smitty informed Ben. “That's something the man of the house would do too.” It was up to Ben on if he wanted to continue on with his mission to find the man who was the father figure. If he did well Smitty would let him do that. He'd help out however he could, since he couldn't let some one who was like him in slipping away from a bad situation to find something good just feel like a dolt for doing this. Smitty wasn't that type of a guy.


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Posted: Jul 5 2012, 04:50 AM


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The answer he got wasn’t the one he had been expecting. Ben wasn’t exactly used to people seeing him as more than just a little thirteen year old kid. That was some of the reason why he loved Dean. The guy didn’t treat him like a baby (well most of the time). The guy had his attention he moment he started talking and slowly, the thirteen year old’s eyes moved from the window to the face before him. The surprise on his face sort of showed exactly how many people had Smitty’s view point… he sort of liked it though.

”Yeah… well I’m not there right now thought…” He frowned a little. Idiot was still home… why his mom had to date the stupid doctor, he didn’t know. Why couldn’t she have just had a little more faith in Dean. If she’d gone chasing after him he would have come back right? Ben had seen the way Dean and mom looked at each other, he’d watched movies too. They liked each other and leaving was just stupid.
The president comment got a little bit of a smile out of the kid, just a faint one ghosting over his lips but he nodded just a little, rubbing the back of his neck before downing another handful of fries.

Frowning, he glanced back out the window and was quiet for a long while. Their family was falling apart right now… unfortunately, Ben knew that was partially because of him not liking the new guy but how could he? While Dean had been right in there teaching him and hanging out with him-… sure he’d been sort of a mess the first few months but after that he’d gotten right in there and been the best.. well and the only dad that he had ever known. But this one… he was really only interested in Lisa. Sure he said hi once in a while, but the whole family aspect was gone and he was taking his mom away too. She was around the guy more than Ben was and after a while Ben just decided it was better to sulk off to his room whenever he came over-… but mom was kinda happy… but she had been happy with Dean too.

With a quiet sigh he shook his head. ”Nah I’m all the way out here already… I’ve gotta find him. Mom needs him… and he needs us and I want him to come back home.. he's family.”


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Posted: Jul 6 2012, 11:23 AM


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Yeah… well I’m not there right now thought…

As a kid Smitty had had a phrase to avoid his father's drunken rages. You need to come home. Your father wants to speak with you The simple thought of that made even the grown Smitty cringe. He had gotten out of it though. But part of him still cringed at the memories. Smitty's father was still very much alive and in the back of his mind the one that was always telling him what the fuck to do. Every scam he did Smitty partially wanted to make him proud.

Maybe it was also the reason why he didn't go into the whole issue of seeing his own son. Well there was that belief and the other. Who knew what the spirits would do with his son if they happened to meet. Smitty wasn't going to risk it. He did enough risking with other hunters that he knew and other thieves. It was just too dangerous in so many ways. Besides he doubted that Maxine had even said anything about him to their son. He wasn't the best dad out there but his son was like Smitty had told Ben. The man of the house even if he wasn't old enough to really do anything.

Ben was. And while Smitty knew nothing of the man he was describing. Though the man did sound like a good person (hey he had a kid wandering the streets looking for him) Smitty was concerned more for Ben at that moment. He had been escaping for a bad situation when he had ran and he had a couch to sleep on once his father kicked him out. Ben it seemed had a mom. But one couldn't blame Ben if the guy his mom had shacked up with was an asshole. There seemingly was hundreds of them.

“You know where he is then?” Smitty inquired. “Always best to know where you're going when you make this commitment” Smitty stressed the word commitment not because it was a bad idea but because he had eaten from the same poisonous apple and if the bus had broken down with this heat, Ben hopefully was near his destination. “Some times people who are needed don't see it that way. Some times they do but they don't see a way to be accepted, Ben.” Smitty added, knowing that others would disagree with him.

He was the fine one to talk. After all he had abandoned his own family. But that was different reasons. He gave a small smile before falling silent thinking about Maxine and his son. Damn this kid was a more intelligent mini-me version of me


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Posted: Oct 5 2012, 11:24 PM


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Smitty’s question caught Ben off guard. Chewing off another chunk of burger, the thirteen year old slowly chewed and swallowed before answering. “Uh…” Well… maybe it wasn’t much of an answer, but Ben didn’t really have a good one to be honest. “I… I had an idea…” His voice turned somewhat quieter as he looked down at the half devoured meat and bun in his hands. The word commitment really was what struck Ben somewhat hard. He hadn’t really thought of it like that when he’d headed out into the world looking for the closest thing he had to a father, he’d just been wanting to find Dean.

“I had… an idea before, I knew where to look and um… well it just didn’t work out so-…” Ha! It not working out was more like Ben having taken the wrong bus, the bus itself had broken down in the middle of nowhere and falling asleep in a car he was hitchhiking in happened to drive him in the opposite direction. Things were getting more and more complicated by the hour and Ben wasn’t really ready to admit that he didn’t know what to do anymore.
“But it’s fine, I know what’s going on…” He muttered quietly, taking another bite of his burger in a gesture of finality in his ‘decision’. “I know where I’m going.” Swallowing it down he nodded again.

Peering up at the man again quietly he shrugged his shoulders. “He-… yeah well that’s why I’ve got to go get him, he doesn’t know. He ran off and I bet he had a good reason, but I’m going to bring him back.” He was going to put the family back together, that was his job… he was man of the house as this guy had said and he had to make sure he did his job. It was his job to keep the family together. Why things had fallen apart in the first place Ben wasn’t even entirely sure of, it had to be something to do with Sam Winchester… but that couldn’t be the only thing could it? Dean wouldn’t throw away all that they’d worked on in the past few years just because his brother showed up at the door… right?

Feeling a little ill, he finished off his burger and leaned back into the seat looking out the window and putting on his brave face. He didn’t have time for this uncertainty bullcrap. “Thanks for the food.. I should probably get going.” Mumbling quietly he wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeve.



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Deacon Smith
Posted: Oct 22 2012, 07:25 AM


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Smitty's eyebrow rose and to say he wasn't the least bit interested in this plan was a lie. The boy was so much like him it scared him. Yet deep down no one was exactly like him in the least. Smitty carried so many secrets and lies around him that at times it was hard to juggle them. Juggling lies were trouble and well he was good at getting in and out of trouble. And getting into more trouble. He said nothing though merely allowed Ben to ramble on about the plans not working out right. Smitty had been there too.

“Okay then,” Smitty stated. He didn't need justification. If the boy called the man important than who was Smitty to say he wasn't. The boy was the man of a house, had a mom to take care of and Smitty was the last one to simply say no you can't do that. If he had been, he'd be sitting in a jail cell for beating up some one just like his father had. Sure Smitty wasn't going to compare the one that Ben was looking for like his father but Smitty was sure that the kid was a good judge of character.

Smitty knew the type of characters to avoid and who to befriend. He relied heavily on character and there repore of people before forming his own opinion of them. Smitty had an opinion of the boy across from him and it was a high one. Ben knew what he wanted and what he needed. He did what a family needed to have done to survive. Smitty knew that lesson to much. For his own survival in his childhood, Smitty had ran. He had found a new home with some one who was willing to take him in. There was that missing piece though at times and well maybe Smitty should have tried to fill it like Ben was with his. Back then there was no way for him to keep his mother from not going to the son of a bitch monster that was his father, Smitty knew that much but now? Maxine? His own son? God, Smitty wouldn't put them through that.

“Whoa,” Smitty stated wiping his hands on a napkin. If the kid was determined to go and find this missing link to his family, which Smitty secretly agreed that he should since Ben was so set on him doing it, the scrounger wasn't going to let him just wander off. Some one might not be as friendly as he was or as actually trusting as he was. Smitty knew what lurked out there in the dark, supernatural and not. There was no way he was going to leave that for Ben. Digging into his back pocket, Smitty pulled out the faded wallet that typically carried his business cards. “Hold on.”

There was a typical spiel that went with getting his card. Smitty knew that much. But this time he wasn't giving it to a client. The boy wasn't going to be ordering any fake ids, at least Smitty hoped not, and wasn't going to be hunting a demon any time soon either and need extra muscle. Nor, and this was one that Smitty really hoped, was that the boy wasn't going to be scamming some one like the boys in Oliver Twist. So he doubted the entire speech about texting and not calling would be mute. A card was brought out, along with a twenty (he had it to spare after doing a job) and offered both to Ben.

“Take it,” Smitty ordered, not really giving Ben any room to argue on both. “Not saying you'll need it all right, Ben? I'm there if you need some...back up if some one says you're doing the wrong thing.” There was a pause before the scrounger sighed. “Us searchers have to stick together.” Smitty added with a small smile, indicating that he knew some what of Ben's life and why he was doing what he was doing.


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