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The pale moonlight leaks down through the barren and gnarled tree tops overhead, illuminating the dark and desolate landscape of Purgatory. The wind hums in a steady breeze, carrying with it the scent of musty leaves and rotting corpses. The scent is no longer foul as it settles in the hunter's nose - it's something he's grown used to, in fact, he hardly ever notices unless the body is particularly ripe on a hot day. As the trees gently sway in the breeze around him, smaller branches and twigs crackle, all the while setting the scene for this eerily calm night. Another sound that is all too soothing is the vampire that snores behind him, laid out on his side huddled close to their fire. Dean glances back at Benny, a warm smile tugging at his cracked lips before he turns his gaze back up to the moon.

The sky here had no stars, no clouds, it was just a never ending pit of nothing. The only thing linking this afterlife to the familiarity of his place on Earth, was the mighty, pale glow of the orb in the sky, big and beautiful in a way that the hunter couldn't even begin to describe.

His heart ached for home, but he has grown to appreciate the small things here in Purgatory - the tiny white flowers that bloom in the shade of rotten and hollowed trees, in the shape of bells along long and twisting vines. Or the proud roar of the winding river as it billows down hills, dipping off abruptly in the form of a magnificent waterfall…if you are strong enough to follow it that far. Even the basic instinct it takes to survive here, the bare, raw senses it takes to sense danger before you see it, the way impending threats trigger the primal fight or flight response that is buried in the modern day human psyche. It was pure, unaltered life at its core, and Dean would be lying if he said he didn't love it.

The bear-like rumble of a stirring Benny awakens Dean's absent mind, as he pushes himself to his feet and approaches the fire.

Benny begrudgingly sits up, stretching his arms above his head alongside an exaggerated yawn, his fangs descending briefly before he finally closes his mouth. His back cracked into the dramatic arch, and just as fast he used the butt of his palm, pushing into his chin to crack his neck side to side. Dean watches all of this, it's a normal routine, the vampire wakes just like this every night, the same steps play out every single time in the same order. Benny’s glassy eyes finally settle on his human companion. He offers a half hearted wave in the hunter’s general direction, before rubbing the knobs of his knuckles into his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up better.

"Mornin' sunshine." Dean teases, reaching beside himself to grasp a large stick, using it to stir around the embers of the fire.

"You should hop on down. Get your hours in before daylight." Benny gruffs out, not yet awake enough to wanna hold a conversation.

Dean shakes his head. "Not tired. Not yet anyways."

"Your brain too loud tonight?" The vamp asks with a cocked brow.

Dean just nods, not saying a word.

"Wanna talk about it?" Benny pushes out through a sigh.

Dean has a small, solemn smile on his face as he gazes into the fire. "Nah. Not really."

"Ya sure, Chief? 'Cuz I'm all ears…Hell, as old as I am, I bet'chu I got some good advice too." Benny shoulders rock slightly with his quiet, raspy laugh as he leans in closer to the fire, offering the glowing flames his open palms in an attempt to warm himself.

"I'm sure you do, man. But some things aren't meant to be shared." Dean shrugs, pausing briefly to glance across at the vampire before looking down at his own hands, his tone dropping to a whisper. "Not if you fancy stability, that is."

Benny still hears him, of course he does. He cocks his head to the side, face twisting in confusion. "The Hell you goin' on 'bout, Dean? You ain't gon' scare me away, if that's what you're gettin' at."

Dean's face begins to heat up, his skin falling flush. "Heh, yeah. Let's just…forget about it, alright?"

"You sure you feelin' alright? Your face is beat red, boy. You get spit on by one'a those poison plants?"

Dean shakes his head when Benny draws closer, resting the back of his fingers to the Winchester's forehead to feel his temperature. "What? No, man, I'm fine. Really."

"Dean, wha's goin on? You been actin' weird lately. Talk to me, brotha." Benny moves to sit beside Dean on the damp Earth, their shoulders just barely brushing against one another.

Dean stares back at Benny's ice blue irises, the reflection of the flames glow and dance in the watery glaze of his eyes. He hesitates for a brief moment, before finally deciding to speak. He knew Benny wouldn't just let it go.

"I don't know man, it's just weird I guess. Been thinking about things a lot lately." Dean says in a heavy tone, pinching the bridge of his nose as he closes his eyes tightly.

"What kinda things? Women? Home?" Benny questions in a badgering tone.

"You." Dean replies quickly - too quick.

Benny furrows his brows, tearing his eyes off of Dean to glare back through the flames. "Hmm…why's that?"

Dean shrugs. "Just…things."

Benny snorts. "That's uh…real clear, man."

Dean smirks to himself with a small nod. "I don't know, it's just weird. Kinda hard to explain."

"Try to. Im'a good listener. Got nothin' but time."

"I know you are, Bee, it's just too odd of a flavor for me to wanna deal with right now. I'd rather talk about somethin' else."

Benny rolls his eyes, but shrugs nonetheless. "No problem with that."

Dean sighs in relief. "So…when we get topside, what's your big plan?"

Benny smiles, almost as if he is living in the dream of the future. "No real plan, just to get back into the swing of things, ya know? Low profile, simple life. Maybe even meet someone, someday…I dunno."

Dean can't take his eyes off of the vamp's calm expression - warm and bright all on its own.

"What 'bout you? Just gon' go back to huntin' with your brotha?" Benny asks simply. Dean nods, prodding at the fire again. Benny pauses, deep in thought before asking another question. "You got a woman up there? A man? Hell, I don't judge."

Dean's face falls flush once again, eyes darting up to meet Benny’s. "What? No. No, I'm single…happily single." He stammers out. "I can't really afford relationships like that with what I do. Too risky."

Benny looks up at the moon. "Yeah, I hear ya on that one, boy." He pulls his gaze back to Dean, noticing the heat in his face yet again. "Dean, if you got somethin' to say, just say it. Im'a big boy, I can handle it."

Dean looks away, focusing on a broken tree just off from them in the shadows. "Benny…I can't. I won't. It'll change everything."

"Change everythin'? It don't have to, you can say whatever it is you want and then we can go right back to normal." Benny pushes, there's a slight hint of urgency to his tone.

"What we've got going now is fine, Benny. No."

"Dean." Benny says in a low, warning tone.

Dean's expression turns to one of pleading, as he shifts so that he's facing his vampire companion head-on. "You'll look at me differently. Hell, you'd probably turn tail and run. Just trust me when I say it's best I keep it to myself."

Benny sighs heavily, reaching to rest one of his large hands atop of the hunter’s knee. "Look man, if you just say it, whatever it is, I swear to you it won't change a goddamn thing. It'll be the same as it's always been. Please...just tell me."

Dean is like puddy under the influence of those big, deep, puppy dog eyes. It was just like Sam, the two of them could manipulate anyone with just that one damned expression.

Dean scoffs in defeat, his mouth briefly opening and closing without sound as he tries to articulate just exactly what he's trying to say. "I don't know Benny...we've gotten real close, ya know? I don't know, it's just…here, us? It changed things - changed me. I get these...feelings…"

"Feelings...about me?" Benny questions as soon as the realization hits him.

Dean's eyes dart up to Benny in shock, his face is super flushed around his freckled cheeks.

Benny smiles warmly. "Your face tells me that was a yes."

Dean raises his brows, face twisting in confusion. "Wait…you're not...put off by it?"

"Are you kiddin'? I'll be honest, I've thought about it a few times myself." Benny says nonchalantly.

The hunter’s eyes widen as his heart jumps around in his chest. "What? Benny...are you serious? Why didn't you say anything? I've been hiding this for…months!"

Benny smiles a little at the human's reaction. It was sweet, almost innocent. "I just didn't wanna make things weird between us. If I'm bein' honest, you don't come across as the fruity type, kid. I wasn't sure how...uh...how you'd react. And I like hanging out with you, not just because I need a ride, I like you as a person, as family… So I kept it bottled up, I guess. Too afraid of losin' ya."

Dean almost visibly swoons, his whole body relaxing as heat trickles through him. He felt a little stupid for being so lovestruck - like a schoolgirl talking to her crush.

"Benny…" he finally sighs out, his expression warm and inviting.

Benny grabs Dean by the hand, a nervous grin cracks at his lips. "Shhh...hey man, it's a'ight. You don't gotta say anythin'. Just…com'ere." He hums in contentment, gently tugging Dean closer by the arm.

Dean hesitates, heat flooding his ears and face. "Benny, I've never uh...been with a man. This is all new to me."

Benny places a hand on the back of the hunter’s head, gently brushing his fingertips through the soft hair. "Hmm, lucky me. May as well be a virgin then." He teases. Dean's expression falters- he looks as though someone kicked his puppy. "Just relax, Dean. It's a'ight, we can take it slow…talk things through. I'll take care'a you."

Dean nods at the vampire's reassuring words. His pants begin to tighten as he inches closer, emerald greens searching stark blues…Dean wonders if Benny can hear his heart beating out of control. The vamp, finally, gently pulls Dean's face towards his own, and before he can even think about it, he locks their lips together. Dean's eyes flutter shut, his body exhaling in relief as they kiss. Stubbled chins rub along each other as they shift closer, the hunter wrapping his arms across Benny’s shoulders.

The vampire’s body trembles as they continue to kiss eagerly. Dean takes some initiative, jutting his tongue along Benny's bottom lip, begging to get inside and explore what he's been aching for all this time. Benny parts his lips, great fully running his fingers through Dean's hair as he takes the human deeper. One of his hands gently rests on Dean’s chest, tracing the slightly smaller frame beneath calloused palms. Dean suddenly realizes how big the vamp's hands are in comparison to his own, how strong they are as they grope his pecs. It drives him wild, his arousal building and running rampant. Finally they break the kiss, foreheads pressed together as they come up for air.

Benny pants softly against Dean’s lips, feeling light-headed from the rush of passion. "Oh...Jesus Christ…" He says in disbelief.

"Yeah...me too…" The hunter concurs breathlessly.

Benny is still on the high of arousal, pressing their lips to one another again, kissing deeply, more hungry than before as their tongues move in a fluid dance. He's still shaking, and can't quite gather himself - it's been so long since he's been this intimate with another being. Their lips still moving together, Dean decides to take the reins, shifting so that he's straddling the vamp's lap, Benny’s face cupped between his hands. Benny's hands are under Dean’s shirt, caressing down the hunter’s body, feeling the muscles of his back as it arches and contract beneath smooth skin.

Benny prys his lips away, nestling his nose and lips along Dean’s jaw, coming back up to whisper sweetly into his ear. "I want this, Mon Cher…" His tone is deep and eclipsed in lust.

Dean pulls back in shock, looking down at Benny through plush lashes with glittering green eyes. Benny hums in adoration, pressing his lips softly against Deans as the Winchester begins grinding his hips down into the vampire's lap. He groans softly, the friction adding to both of their arousal as they become more desperate - more handsy. Dean is fast to pull his shirt off over his head, throwing it behind him as the vamp mimics his actions, leaving them both bare chested. A devious smile tugs at Benny's mouth, taking note of the way Dean's nipples harden in the cold breeze as goosebumps run like wildfire across freckled skin. Benny burrows his face into the bare skin of the hunter’s chest, kissing the smooth skin as his thumbs massage firmly over the sensitive buds. Dean moans deeply at the sensation, rolling his hips down into Benny's growing bulge in approval as he cards his fingers through the vampire's hair - his hat went astray long ago by this point. Benny's mouth moves up to Dean's neck, lips pressed firm against his skin as he sucks a deep purple bruise into the sensitive tissue.

"Benny…" Dean keens blissfully into the vampire’s ear.

Benny continues to worship Dean's skin, devouring him in hickeys and kisses. "God, you have such a beautiful body…" He pauses, placing a wet kiss into the human's collarbone, as his arms wrap around Dean’s lower back. "You are...just...I...I can't explain...Dean…"

Dean is panting - his brain is lost in the fog of sex driven bliss alongside the blood that throbs down to his erection. He was in desperate need for the vamp to take him at this point.

"You could've had me all this time...fuck Benny…" Dean puffs out in a whining tone.

"I could have, but I didn't. Not because I didn't want you. I just didn't want to mess things up with my best friend. But now...I do want you...more than I've ever wanted anyone." Benny places a chaste kiss into Dean's swollen lips, holding the human's body close against his chest as he shifts, pushing the hunter down on his back into the cool dirt.

Benny kisses along the curve of Dean’s neck, his lips making their way down his trembling body as the hunter writhes in pleasure beneath him. His lips linger briefly over the taut skin of Dean’s belly, his fingers working just below the navel as he unbuttons the human's pants, glancing up to watch for any signs of discomfort. But they never come to pass, instead, Dean lifts his hips up to assist the vamp in pulling off his pants and boxers in one, fatal swoop, leaving his body fully exposed to Benny, who looms over him. As Benny gazes down at Dean from above, Dean marvels at Benny's huge and muscular figure, which surprisingly seemed to dwarf the human's frame. His shoulders are broad and heavy, and his chest was much the same, save for the beautiful rug of ginger-brown hair that blooms out from his sternum, leaking down his belly and past his navel in the form of a perfect little happy trail that Dean couldn't wait to taste.

Dean thoughtlessly reaches out, tracing his fingers through Benny's trail in wonder, all the while Benny is just gazing at Dean, taking in every bit of him, watching his every move. He smiles, shaking his head in disbelief as his large, thick hands begin to roam again. Dean is loving his touch, easily becoming lost in it, except he is quickly craving something more…intimate.

"Benny?" Dean questions softly, there's a sliver of hesitation in his tone.

Benny immediately halts his actions, not wanting to make his companion feel forced or uncomfortable in any way. "What's that, bud?"

Dean whimpers at the lack of touch, pulling Benny back down atop of him as the vamp proceeds to kiss the human's neck again.

Perhaps Dean wanted to take it slower.

But Benny's lips devouring Dean in his most sensitive areas? It was like the vamp subconsciously knew what Dean was going to ask.

Dean's breath hitches, his bare cock jolting in excitement when Benny gently nips his skin with human teeth. "Can you...feed off of me? Bite me?" Dean finally stammers out.

Benny practically purrs because he's so happy. He pulls back slightly, looking at Dean with an eyebrow raised. "You want me to bite you?"

Dean nods, a deep blush settling on his face once again as Benny dips forward, pressing a kiss into his cheek and another on his neck, his mouth making its way to Dean's chest at an agonizingly slow pace. Dean feels the heat of Benny's stomach against his erection, and rolls his hips up in feeble thrusts to create friction as he runs his hands across Benny's head, neck, and shoulders.

"Benny please!" Dean cries out in desperation, earning a dark chuckle from the vamp as he harshly nips one of Dean's nipples, making him gasp in surprise.

"You've got a bit of a hunger for blood, boy? Well I'll be damned…" He offers the human a smile, pressing his teeth to the meaty part of Dean’s pec, the same side as his tattoo. Before anyone can say another word, Benny sinks his fangs in that same area - deep.

Dean yelps loudly, the pain is white hot and sharp...but it's good. Too good. He gasps as he feels Benny sucking, and then moans as he feels blood exiting from the wound. Dean's body arches up against Benny, holding on tight and whispering incoherent praises as the bite takes him over. A deep, guttural moan erupts from Benny’s throat as Dean's blood fills his system. He bites down harder, taking in more. The hunter’s body is like pure fire...so good as it fills the vampire's core.

Dean came from just Benny's bite alone, neither of them even had to touch him in any other way. The vamp takes note of how Dean's body trembles and shudders in the aftermath of his bliss - it drives him wild. Benny tugs his fangs free, eyes rolling back briefly as he groans in approval, swallowing and trying to catch his breath.

"My God...I...you...wow…" Benny whimpers, chest heaving as he wipes Dean's sweaty bangs off his tacky forehead.

Dean can't form words as he stares up at Benny through lust hazed eyes, an almost drunken grin spreading on his lips as he reaches towards him. Dean pulls Benny back down atop of him as blood trickles from the bite wound on his pec.

Benny dips his head down, leaning to suck the blood off the top of his skin, licking the wound clean. "You taste...oh, Dean." Benny hums, kissing the human with blood stained lips, the crimson fluid mingling between their tongues and painting Dean's lips to match.

"I'm a little light headed now, not gonna lie." Dean laughs a little in disbelief, opening his legs for the vampire as he settles his hips between them - eager and ready.

Benny smirks, looking down as he grasps his leaking cock, lining it up to Dean's body as they both shake with excitement. "You're not the only one buddy." Benny adds some forward pressure, not enough to breach Dean's entrance but enough so that he feels the aching pressure.

Dean feels the stretch, his muscles tense as the vamp holds him close. Dean whimpers into Benny's ear encouragingly.

Benny whispers softly against Dean's bristled cheek before placing a gentle kiss into the skin. "You want it bud? You sure?"

Dean moans breathlessly, nodding his response as he allows Benny to take him as his own - in both body and blood.

Benny pushes hard, Dean's virginal entrance tight as it is forced to conform to Benny's girth. He goes slow, allowing Dean every opportunity necessary to stop the vamp should he want that. But Dean doesn't want him to stop - it hurts, sure, but Dean was no stranger to pain. He knew this is what he wanted, he wanted to feel - to feel the pain, the intimacy…the vulnerability of being putty in the hands of Benny Lafitte.

There's a point where Dean's hole starts to choke out Benny's cock just a little too much, and he pulls out, spitting into his palm to lubricate himself further as he plunges back in, making Dean whine in response as he drives deeper. Both men sigh in their own forms of relief once Benny is fully seated inside, the firm skin on Dean’s torso trembles along with his surprisingly steady breaths. Benny comes to his lover's aid, placing warm and passionate kisses into Dean's plush lips reaching a hand down between their sweat slicked bodies as he slowly pumps Dean's throbbing cock. Soothing touches, and comforting kisses eventually relax the hunter’s quivering frame, and Benny takes another brief moment to lick more blood off of Dean’s leaking bite wound.

Benny delivers a slow, tentative thrust that makes Dean dig his fingers into the vampire's thick shoulders, hissing slightly through his teeth. Benny hears the small vocalization, glancing up at Dean with eyes full of concern - a silent question to see if he was alright.

Dean hooks one hand around the thick column of Benny's neck. "I'm alright, just getting used to it. You're okay, Bee." He whispers tenderly.

Benny thrusts again, this time Dean manages to stifle his sound within his throat, not wanting to worry the vamp further as he falls into a slow, deep pattern of thrusts. The sole purpose of this pace is to figure one another out in this unfamiliar territory of each other's willing bodies. Benny’s head brushes along Dean's prostate, exciting a lustful moan of approval from the human as he clings onto Benny.

"Mmfuck..! Benny…" Dean nestles his face into the crook of Benny’s neck, lacing his fingers up into the hair at the base of the vamp's skull.

Benny snarls possessively with a devious smile. "You like that, boy? Me hittin' your sweet spot?"

Dean gasps when Benny slams into it again, more forcefully this time as pain melts away into pleasure.

"Yes! Fucking Hell, Benny!" Dean cries out, reaching down and wrapping his hand around Benny’s closed fist which continues to stroke Dean's member in a pace to match his thrusts.

Benny sits up off the human now, grasping Dean by the thighs and using them as a handhold as he picks up the pace, his forward motions effectively rocking Dean's body down into the dirt. Benny then throws one of the hunter’s legs across his shoulder, turning his head into the warm flesh and sinking his fangs in again, sucking and lapping at the fresh blood as it trickles back down Dean’s leg, towards his knee. The excitement from him feeding makes Benny pound into Dean faster, grunting and panting like a wild animal as the human erupts into a chorus of mewls and moans, his blood stained chest rising and falling rapidly as he arches his back off the ground.

Each upward pass of his abrasive palm grazing his cock head, and every gut - flipping thrust of Benny slamming into him from below brings Dean closer and closer to climax, and it isn't much longer before he is taken over in another orgasm. His mouth falls agape with no sound as his muscles tense up around Benny’s length. The vamp laughs deeply in approval, pressing a hand against Dean’s stomach, his thumb tracing through messy ropes of cum as his warm touch steadys the hunter’s trembling frame. Dean's face is flush and glazed in sweat, his brows downturned alongside closed eyelids as his face falls slack in pure bliss. A few more thrusts into the human's spasming entrance and Benny is cumming as well, wet squelching sounds are audible to both sets of ears as Benny fucks into Dean through his own orgasm, panting out through breathy moans before pulling out.

Dean gently grasps Benny along his jaw, pulling him down for another deep and sensual kiss, urging Benny to lay down next to him on the ground. Dean then huddles close to the vampire's chest, and Benny wraps his big arms around him, aiding in preserving that intimacy that they both craved.

Benny is completely spent, his body and lips covered in Dean’s blood as his breathing slowly returns to normal. He rubs his hand through the hunter's soft hair, looking down at him with a bright smile. "Well, that was... incredible. You okay?"

Dean nods, still a little wooshy from both blood loss and fucking. "I'm good…" he whispers softly, pressing his lips into Benny's chest.

Benny gently caresses the human's drowsy face, snickering as he looks across Dean's body. It's splattered in blood and cum. "We made a bit of a mess on you man...maybe we should clean you up a bit before it dries, hmm?" He smiles, lightly kissing the Winchester's forehead, brushing his hair back.

Dean grunts in protest. "Can't we just stay like this for a little while? I like the blood, kinda. It makes me feel...claimed." Dean looks up from Benny’s chest, cupping the side of his face in his palm. "Yours."

The vampire's eyes flash with joy, his heart doing backflips in his chest. "You like the blood, huh? Well, I like the way it looks on you. Makes you look so...so...I don't know, just...makes me want you." His tone drops, eyes darkening again with desire.

Dean laughs, lovingly kissing the curve of Benny's neck as he snuggles closer. "Mmn...gonna have to wait a few hours for a round two, big boy. I'm spent."

"But, I want you again...right now." Benny’s voice rumbles through his chest, every inch of his body aching and needing.

Dean huffs like a little kid, before looking up at the vamp with a sappy grin. "Well, don't expect me to do any work then." He teases, and then his tone shifts to something more tender, more vulnerable. "But go ahead though. I'm all yours."

Benny doesn't need to be invited to act twice. His mouth meets Dean's again in an urgent and powerful kiss, his hands on the human's back as he pulls the slightly smaller frame over top of his. Dean melts under Benny's touch, allowing the vamp to do as he pleases with his body, heat and blood pumping back down towards his crotch as arousal begins to creep through him once more.

"You ready, bud?" Benny gruffs out.

Dean suddenly is very aware of Benny's burly form now that he is sitting atop of him. He's hearty and thick in all the right places, muscular in a way that still makes him appear soft - the term 'dad bod' briefly flickers through Dean's mind as he nods to Benny in approval.

Benny reaches behind Dean's ass, grasping his own massive, already erect cock in his fist, giving it a few hard pumps. Dean moves without being asked - he lifts up from Benny’s lap just enough, reaching down behind himself to help the vamp line up to his dripping entrance, sinking down when he feels the warm touch. Dean blinks rapidly for a moment once he's sunk all the way back down into the vampire's thighs - Benny balls deep in his ass as sparkles of color blur his vision. It fades fast though, a desperate whine curling from his lips as he rocks his pelvis in place. Benny is holding Dean's hip bones, sitting back against a cool rock as he watches Dean explore the sensation - the depth of the penetration. He rolls his hips forward and back, eyes falling shut as his head tilts past his shoulders, chest pushed out towards Benny in a vulnerable display as he groans in pleasure.

Benny pulls him back, his kiss is a way of begging the hunter for more, to which he is quick to comply. Dean raises his pelvis, dropping it back down with a gasp as the vampire's shaft strokes the sweet spot inside his body. Benny gets excited by the sound, playfully nipping at the skin of Dean’s throat as the human starts to ride him, in long and deep motions with his hips. Dean supports himself with one hand, and the other grips Benny's short hair, holding his mouth against his neck as his moans become louder and more needy, his bouncing on the vamp's dick becoming faster as he shamelessly pleasures himself on it.

Benny takes the hint, harshly biting in the center of Dean’s throat, just barely obstructing his windpipe as he begins to feed again. Dean screams, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes and down his cheeks as he wraps both hands tightly behind Benny’s neck and shoulders, never wanting him to let go. His jaws are strong, and push in on his throat just enough so that it makes Dean lightheaded, and the illusion of being choked out sends his body into a spasm, both men cumming violently in a blood crazed, filthy orgasm together, their wet, sticky bodies holding onto one another desperately as their form rocks in unison through heaving breaths.

Once Benny releases Dean's neck, and licks at the bruised skin for a few minutes, catching the small stream that trickles from the bite, they just sit there. They sit there, with Dean in Benny's lap, and Benny resting against the large boulder, holding one another tightly, almost like a silent way of thanking each other. Their skins are a mosaic masterpiece, splattered and smeared in Dean’s blood, their own respective sweat and seed only making them each more filthy and beautiful in their own ways. Benny feels Dean falling asleep, and gently rolls the both of them onto their sides, Dean is practically limp from being fed on three times tonight. He would be just fine by morning, Benny knew that, but he still felt a little guilty seeing how exhausted his lover was.

Dean couldn't disagree more. This feeling of floating through the clouds, of having your life literally in the jaws of a powerful beast - it was erotic and exhilarating in all the right ways. Not to mention, he was pretty damn sure Benny was his dream lover, as he knew all the right moves and all the right things to say. As Dean is pressed tightly into Benny's chest, the vamp finds that he can't stop petting his fingers through the other man's sticky hair, and kissing the top of his head. He couldn't keep his hands to himself, and that made Dean’s heart sing.

"That was...wow." Dean sighs out, finally. He's thoughtlessly tracing his fingertips along the vamp's hairy pec.

"Yeah, wow is right, Dean...Gods above, that was incredible…" Benny laughs in disbelief.

"Thank you, Benny...for not making me feel weird about any of this. It was good...I feel good, you felt amazing." He blushes at the confession, thanking whatever higher power possible that the vampire couldn't see his face right now.

Benny's eyebrows raise slightly, smirking when he hears Dean's heart rate quicken, and blood rushing through his veins to his face. But he won't say anything about it, he didn't feel like flustering Dean any more than he already was.

"Told ya I'd take care'a you, boy." He hums in a drowsy tone, rubbing one of his hands in soothing motions along Dean's bare back.

"Mmm...that feels good." Dean mumbles in a half asleep state, shifting tighter against the vamps. "Go to sleep bud, I'm not lettin' you go anywhere. You're mine now." He urges gently, kissing the top of the human's head once more.

Dean murmurs something incoherent.

Benny smiles, pulling Dean into him tighter. "You're such a sweet thing, Mon Cher, you know that? You've just got this cute...sweetness to you that I love." He admits thoughtfully, his own face forming a blush finally.

"Mmnot cute…," Dean grumbles, quickly getting more and more tired the more Benny pets him.

"If you say so, bud." Benny whispers with a slight giggle, feeling Dean's head get heavier against his chest, the hunter’s breathing growing deeper and more peaceful as sleep starts to take him over.

"Love you, Benny…" Dean whispers after a moment of silence. His tone is so quiet and fragile that the vamp had hardly heard it, as Dean finally drifts off to sleep, soft snores escaping his swollen, blood stained lips.

'Love you too, Dean.' Benny says mentally, not wanting to stir the Winchester in his peaceful, exhausted rest.

Benny instead, turns his eyes up to the beautiful moon, excited and hopeful for the first time in years.