mini_dean | Falling as far as you can go...

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Falling as far as you can go...

ooc: takes place after this. Foul language and drug use behind cut.

Ben sat on the couch, looking at the little piles of white powder and weed. So Mom was running to shack up with Dean again. He was in town a day, and yet there she was all over him again.

He was disgusted. Not that Mom was leaving Jeff - Ben would happily kiss that man goodbye with a bullet to his skull if he could - but for Dean of all people?! Was she just a glutton for punishment? He was just going to hurt her and leave her again. Maybe with another kid too. Yeah, that would be wonderful. How many other half siblings did he have out there anyway? Dean was probably a one man baby depot.

The anger led him to open the white powder packet. Shelia wouldn't notice one missing. He found the pipe and the razor, making the little lines expertly and leaning down, sniffing one up, then the second. He rubbed at his nose, then leaned back as the blessed numbness fell over him.

Now he felt better. Here he didn't give a damn about the world. It was nice like this. Peaceful. Painless.

But the world was shattered about 20 minutes later when his door was kicked down. Ben barely opened his eyes when he felt the hand on his throat, lifting him off the couch and throwing him against the wall.

"Where are they?" Jeff growled, slamming Ben's head back into the wall.

It took Ben a moment to remember, then he laughed. "Like I'd fucken tell you. Check the local motel. They're probably humping like bunnies."

"You're still a little shit, aren't you?" Jeff threw Ben across the room. Moments later he pinned Ben to the floor, his fists flying into the boy's ribs and face. Ben tried to fight back, but he was seeing double and the drugs were making it hard to block Jeff's fists.

"Pathetic. If you were my flesh and blood, I would have killed you a long time ago like the worthless runt you are," Jeff growled, pulling Ben to his feet and looking at him. Ben just laughed, then spat blood into his stepfather's face. Jeff growled, smacking Ben across the face hard, throwing him to the side as Ben then crashed into the counter of the kitchen area. Jeff looked down at the drugs on the table and laughed. "Still doing the small time drugs, aren't you, Benny boy?"

"Not... mine." Ben reached up to touch his head, finding blood where his head had connected to the wooden corner of the counter.

"No, just like there's not white powder on your lip." Jeff grabbed one of the needles that had been used to help test the drugs and knelt down, holding it against Ben's neck. "Now, I'm only going to ask you one last time, Ben; where did Dean Winchester take your mother? AND... if you say you don't know - you won't live to see either one of them again."

Ben's blue eyes looked at his step father, trying to look intimidating but he wasn't able to focus on him. "Go to Hell. I'd rather my Mom be with Dean than you any day."

Jeff laughed. "Oh, I'll find her, Ben. And what I did to you will be nothing compared to what I do to her and him. But for now, I'll just remind Lisa just how much she hurt me."

Ben winced as he felt the needle press against his neck, praying for someone to save him.

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"This is my place..." Ben complained, but Ruby was stronger and not so gentle so she actually got somewhere in making him cooperate.

And of course who would walk in but Shelia, carrying a bag of food from McDonald's. She looked around the place, then saw the three people and crossed her arms at the state of her boyfriend.

"What the fuck, Ben? I just ask you to do one fucken deal for me... one deal and you can't even do that without getting your ass whooped? I hope you got the damn money at least."

She had no care that Ben looked like he was half dead, or that there were two people in the room trying to help him. She just saw her stash messed up and all over the floor.

Ruby looked back at Ben, before over at Dean. "Can I kick her?"

Dean looked back at Ruby for a minute, and she rolled her eyes, before taking Ben and the two of them started edging their way out around the doorway, with Ruby taking Ben to the car. Once Ben was far enough out of earshot, Dean turned back to Sheila, before sliding his hands in his pockets and turning back to her with a cool stare he usually reserved for demons, but was making an exception for the time being.

"Look, I don't know what kind of relationship you and Ben have, nor do I care, because as of right now, it really doesn't matter anymore. But I will tell you this. You're lucky my associate -- " Ruby was never his friend. Ever. " -- didn't call the cops. Hell, you're lucky we didn't call the cops now. And we won't. But you ever so much as speak to Ben like that again, and I will put in a special call to some cops who I'm sure would love to lock up a piece of shit like you. You come near Ben again -- and the cops will be the least of your problems. Are we clear?"

Lisa was pacing nervously downstairs, waiting. Dean had told her to stay there, so she did. But when she saw the woman leading Ben out of the apartment, she ran over to them. "Oh my god, Ben! What did he do to you?"

"Lay off, Mom. I'm alright."

"No, you're not. Damnit, Ben, you can't keep doing this to yourself." She helped Ruby get her son to the car and into the backseat, and she climbed in beside him, her hands checking over his injuries. "I'm going to make this right, Ben, I promise you." Ben just rolled his eyes and closed them, knowing when he wasn't going to win.

Shelia just looked at Dean. "You can't tell me who I can't speak to. Ben came to me, and he'll come back. He always does." She crossed her arms, smirking.

Dean just looked her over again, before snorting slightly and making his way out the door. She wasn't even worth the comeback. Instead, he just pushed past her and made his way down the hallway and back out to his car, where the rest of them were waiting.

Ruby leaned back against the side of the Impala, having closed the back door behind Lisa and Ben and just waiting for Dean to join them. When she spotted him, she tilted her head to the side slightly.

"Do you think we should have warned her about the gun toting psychopath locked in her bathroom?"

Dean smirked slightly, before shrugging. "I think she'll figure it out soon enough." He turned back to her. "Thanks Ruby."

"As I said -- you owe me." She glanced up and down the street, before nodding to the car. "You guys better bail before an incensed citizen calls the cops about that gunshot they heard earlier."

Lisa saw the cuts and felt the blood on her hand as she played with Ben's hair. "I told you that girl was no good..."

"Mom, please, don't start." Ben's voice started to fade.

"Ben?" Lisa tried to shake her son, but he didn't move. "Ben?"

When Dean got into the car, Lisa looked at him. "Dean, he's not waking up..." she whimpered, looking at Ben and not knowing how to help him.

Dean turned, reaching over the back of the seat, placing his fingers against the side of Ben's neck lightly, looking for a pulse. After a minute, he nodded. "He's okay. He's just worn out."

He started to turn around and glanced over at Ruby. "You coming?"

She shook her head. "I'll stick around to make sure the scum's cleaned up and check up with you back in New York."

Lisa just bit her lip and sat back, pulling Ben's head into her lap. She took off her scarf and started to wrap it around his head gently to at keep the cut there covered.

"New York? That's almost a day away," Lisa said. She wasn't sure that would be the best for Ben, especially with how wonderful he was looking at the moment.

"We'll stop in Pittsburgh," Dean said with a sigh. "I'll clean him up and we can get some rest for the night, I just want to put some distance between us and him right now."

He pulled out into the street, putting on the gas and getting out of there as fast as he could.

Lisa nodded. Then she was quiet for a long time, just staring out the window.

It wasn't until two hours later that Ben groaned, uncomfortable and suddenly very aware of how much his body was hurting. "God damn it..." he moaned, his hands in fists as he tried to fight his way back to consciousness.

"Stay still, Ben. You're just going to hurt yourself more," she said, her hand running along his cheek.

"Mom?"

"Yeah, it's me. Go back to sleep."

"It hurts like a bitch..."

Dean would have said something about how having the crap beat out of you does that sometimes, but he wasn't going to push it. Instead, he just stayed quiet, letting Ben and Lisa talk.

She leaned closer and kissed his cheek. "I've got some Tylenol in my purse. Think that will help?" she asked him softly. She wasn't sure giving pain pills to her son who was coming off a drug high was a good idea, but she didn't want him to be in pain either.

"Maybe." One eye had bruised and become puffy so he wasn't able to see out of it. But he could hear the purr of an engine, one he knew the type, but it was confusing him. His memories of the last few hours were not the best. "Where are we?"

"Dean's taking us somewhere safe. Jeff won't hurt either of us again?" She was looking through her purse for the small pillbox she had.

"What? Dean?" Another confused question. Dean? Why should he care about them? He then winced as his mother shifted and his ribs moved a bit.

"Yeah," Dean said from the front seat, glancing back over his shoulder. "How're you feelin', Ben?" He wasn't going to bring up the issues unless Ben did. Now wasn't really the time to have a father-son argument.

"Like I just got the shit kicked out of me, and I think I'm gonna be sick," Ben stated, his arm coming up to protect his vulnerable spot instinctively. He was in too much pain to be angry at the moment. "Where you taking us?"

"New York," Dean said with a sigh. "We're gonna stop in Pittsburgh for the night, but we'll be safer where family is." In more ways than one. "Do you need me to pull over?"

New York. He wasn't that happy with that, but he wasn't really in a place he could complain that moment. Best to focus on other things.

Ben thought for a moment. "Yeah. Soon."

Lisa looked out the window. "There's a rest stop a mile ahead. We can get something to drink and eat there." Her hand rubbed Ben's back.

Dean nodded, before following the signs to the rest stop, pulling the car to a stop in front of the convenience store. He killed the engine on the car before climbing out and opening the back door, offering the hand to Ben to help him get up.

Ben didn't complain, just let Dean help him out and then pushed him away as he stumbled to the side of the building. There, he bent over and retched a few times. His arm wrapped around his ribs in pain as the other held him upright.

Lisa watched him and looked at Dean a moment. "I'm going to get him something to drink and some bread to eat. You want anything?"

Dean shook his head, leaning against the side of the Impala as he watched Ben, looking for any sign that he needed help. "No, I'm good. Just worry about him for right now."

Lisa put her hand on Dean's arm. "He's grateful, Dean. Don't think otherwise." With that, she made her way to the store to get them something to eat. It was dark but the lights on the place lit it up pretty good.

Ben wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, not having anything else to use. His mouth tasted horrible and he was starting to get an idea that he probably didn't look all that hot either.

And he was freezing as he was only in a t-shirt. Everything of his was left behind at the apartment, and he doubted they would be going back there anytime soon. And his job - what would happen when he didn't show up tomorrow?

He turned the corner to slide to the ground, sitting down in the dirt and putting his hands on his bare arms, rubbing them to keep them warm as he just sat there and thought.

Dean watched him for a moment, before tilting his head towards the trunk slightly. "I might have a sweat shirt in the back, if you want it."

Ben didn't move a moment, then just nodded. "Better than freezing my ass off," he stated, not looking at Dean. His eyes just stared off in the distance, lost.

"Wouldn't happen to have a cigarette in there as well?"

Dean just shook his head, before moving to the trunk and starting to go through the stuff there, before pulling out an old one of Sam's that had been back there so long that it would never had fit him now, but was still big enough that it'd be too big for Ben. Which was better than nothing at all.

"Sorry," he said as he handed the shirt over. "Don't smoke."

Ben took it, not meeting Dean's eyes as he slipped the sweatshirt on over his head. It hung off him like a pillowcase, and Ben was able to pull it down over his knees as well to almost cocoon himself in.

"Figures. Mom won't buy them for me, so I'm pretty much screwed. I need one so badly right now."

"You'll live." Dean wasn't exactly feeling sympathetic to his son's addictions. Unless he was going to start bleeding internally if he didn't get a cigarette, he would just have to relax and deal with it. "They're bad for you anyway."

He wasn't saying it in a fatherly way -- it was more a statement of fact.

Ben just huffed and rolled his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall. Then he finally looked up at Dean, his face looking worse in the stark light than it had in the darker atmosphere of his apartment and the streets.

"Why are you doing this?" he questioned.

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