This is your life - are you who you wanna be?

[mini_dean]

Ben sat in the corner of a jail cell in the main police precinct, waiting for a booking. He was resting his head on the cold bench that served as a bed, the coldness bringing down the heat in his body.

Drug possession was the reason he was there. Along with resisting arrest and attacking a police officer. The last of which also accounted for the bruises and cut on his face, joining the ones that were already fading from Jeff's attack on him over a week ago.

He was coming off another high, shaking and needing more. It was two days ago that he had snuck away from Sam Winchester's apartment, taking his few things and just disappearing into the streets of Manhattan. All he had wanted was to find a way home. But at the Greyhound station, a woman with blonde hair and a gentle smile wrapped her arm around his shoulder and led him away.

The last 48 hours were a haze after that, until the cops invaded the warehouse he had been in. The blonde had been wrapped around his waist, white power coating both their bodies... and now he was here having a bad withdrawal and just wanting to go home.

His cell phone had been confiscated, and the police had gone through the contacts. They came across [Dean - Dad] first in the list before [Mom] and so that was the phone number that was dialed so someone could come speak for the man who was, in the opinion, not competent enough to speak for himself.

Comments

[jstliketherifle.livejournal.com]

Dean was stretched out on the couch watching the football game -- something decidedly normal and relaxing for once -- when the phone rang. He didn't bother glancing at the caller ID -- most hunters changed their numbers so often these days, he didn't bother to check who was calling, just answered the phone the same way he always did.

"Yeah?"

He didn't sound like he was paying much attention. His focus was now on the game and he wouldn't change that until the person told him what they wanted.

[mini_dean]

"Hello," came the authoritative voice of the police detective at his desk. "Is this the father of a Mr. Benjamin Issac Braeden?"

Ben's wallet and cell phone were open on the detective's desk, as well as a gun, some salt and sugar packets, a small flask, and few bags of white power that had been in this boy's pockets.

[jstliketherifle.livejournal.com]

Well, fuck.

Dean sighed heavily, recognizing the cop tone in the man's voice when he heard it. Pausing for a moment, he muted the television and pushed himself into a sitting position trying not to jump to too many conclusions at once.

"Yes," he said with a nod. "Can I ask who's calling?"

[mini_dean]

"Detective Sergeant Porterhouse, NYPD. We have your son in our custody currently and you might want to come down to the station and talk with him."

[jstliketherifle.livejournal.com]

"Wonderful," Dean said with a sigh, doing his best to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. He turned off the TV completely, before pushing himself to his feet and heading towards the door to get ready to leave. "Can I ask what he's being charged with?"

[mini_dean]

"Well, Mr. Braeden, we're up to drug possession, resisting arrest, attacking a police officer, and possession of an unlicensed firearm."

[jstliketherifle.livejournal.com]

Jesus Christ, Ben. All of those were indictable offenses. Dean didn't even think Beth's friend in the prosecutor's office would be able help them out with this one.

"Well, that is quite the laundry list. What precinct is he in?"

[mini_dean]

"Ninth, off Avenue C." The Detective took a look at the security cam into the cell room.

[jstliketherifle.livejournal.com]

"I'll be there as soon as I can," Dean sighed. "Thank you for calling me."

[mini_dean]

"Just ask for me when you get here."

Hanging up the phone, he looked back at the security cam at Ben and shook his head. This is what happens when parents don't discipline their kids...

[jstliketherifle.livejournal.com]

Dean pulled on his jacket as he dialed the phone for a friend of the family, waiting for him to pick up. He knew that he was off hours, but Riley was a good guy, and it might help to have a lawyer to kick things off early.

"Riley Toth."

"Hey, Riley, it's Dean Winchester," Dean said with a small smile. "I need a favor."

"Oh, this should be good. You and Sam always have the most interesting favors."

Dean chuckled slightly before nodding. "My son just got picked up on some drug related stuff, I was wondering if you would mind taking the case."

"Drug related stuff?"

"Well -- that and some officer assault and resisting arrest?"

"Wonderful. I always do love it when my clients assault the people arresting them."

"You know, the sarcasm is not appreciated, dude. This is my kid. He did something stupid. Just help me get him out of it."

"What precinct?"

"Ninth. I'm heading down there myself."

"I will meet you there."

Dean said a quick thank you and hung up, before heading out to the car. Maddie was out at another one of those concerts with Anna and Beth was at work, thankfully. If she found out Ben wound up in jail, that'd be a whole other can of worms. He slid into his car and started to drive, heading over to the precinct.

[mini_dean]

The Detective was at his desk, working on the paperwork for Ben. When Dean got there, one of the officers at the front walked him back.

"Mr. Braeden, thank you for getting here this fast."

[jstliketherifle.livejournal.com]

"No problem," Dean said with a nod. "Can I see him?"

[mini_dean]

The detective motioned for Dean to look at the monitor on his desk. "You can, but I don't think he's in a mindset that will be of much use to you. I figure he's got about another hour before he's finished his crash."

Ben had curled up on the metal cot, shaking as his fist banged on the bench slowly, over and over again.

"The girl who was with him didn't look much better, but she was 18 and her mom nearly tore her apart dragging her home. You're boy is lucky on that because she just turned 18 a few weeks ago, otherwise there would be a lot more issues right now."

[jstliketherifle.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, yeah -- I'm sure," Dean said with a sigh, running a hand over his face. Waiting wasn't the problem, he had to wait for Riley to get here anyway. He also knew that the age of consent was sixteen in New York, but still -- he was glad that that was a can of worms they didn't have to deal with. "How much is bail going to cost?"

[mini_dean]

"The prosecutor will be here to talk with you and your son in a few. Do you have an attorney you want present? We'd ask your son, but he's not what we consider competent at the moment."

[jstliketherifle.livejournal.com]

"Attorney's coming," Dean said with a nod. "I called him on the way. Figured it would help if we were prepared to go ahead of time."

[mini_dean]

"Good idea. Sometimes you can make a deal and never have to go before the court."

The detective leaned back in his chair. "How long has your son been doing drugs? From the looks of him, it seems like he's got years on him. Most kids his age we find where he was, they don't even look that bad yet."

[jstliketherifle.livejournal.com]

Dean set his jaw slightly. "To be honest, I don't really know. I just kinda -- came back into his life recently. His mom would know better than I would."

[mini_dean]

"Ah. That makes more sense then." The Detective nodded to himself. "Sorry, I volunteer down at the mission helping men get their lives back together from addictions like your kid. Most of them lack a strong male figure in their life."

[jstliketherifle.livejournal.com]

"It wasn't exactly by choice," Dean said, gritting his teeth. "But yeah. I can see where that would be a problem."

[mini_dean]

"Never too late, though. He's still young, and if you've never been around, part of him probably is screaming for your attention even as he pushes you away."

The detective shrugged. "Got two boys of my own."

[jstliketherifle.livejournal.com]

"Sixteen year-old girl," Dean said with a slight smirk. "I think I would have preferred two boys some days when it comes to dealing with her."

[mini_dean]

The Detective laughed. "God Bless you, son. It's only just beginning from what I hear."

There was a buzz at the desk, the officer announcing that the attorneys were there wanting to come back. "Send them back, and see if you can bring Mr. Braeden into interrogation room B. I'll bring the attorney and his father back, and then talk to the prosecutor."

[basementlawyer.livejournal.com]

Riley made his way into the bullpen, placing a hand on Dean's shoulder as he got closer, before giving the detective a small smile. "Riley Toth, public defender's office. Where's my client?"