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This is your life - are you who you wanna be?
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.
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.
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He rubbed the back of his neck, scratching at the skin there. It really was a no brainer and he knew it: he wouldn't do good in jail. But rehab? It would be admitting he had a problem and having to talk to people and come to terms with his "feelings" and all that crap.
He wished his mom was there to tell him what to do. Sometimes it was easier that way. It was easier when he didn't have to think for himself and have others tell him what to do. Then he didn't get hurt when he did things others didn't want.
After a moment he just lifted his head and looked at Dean. Trusting the man who didn't care about him until now to know what to do to help him. He didn't want to make the wrong choice.
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Riley sighed before nodding. "Good. Makes things much easier this way." He started to push himself up, closing up the file in front of him. "Do you have any more questions for me before I go inform the ADA of your choice?" That question was more towards Ben than Dean -- Ben was the client after all.
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It was just that last bit of pride he had that kept him from admitting it out loud.
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"The detective will probably be able to point you in the right direction," Riley nodded, finishing collecting the rest of his things before extending a hand across the table to Ben. "It was nice meeting you, Ben."
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The detective was waiting, the forms waiting for Dean to fill out for his son's release. He had been pretty sure the kid would take a deal, which would be better for him in the long run anyway.
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"Hey Riley," Dean paused, looking up from what he was doing. "Do you need a ride home?"
Riley paused for a minute, before glancing down at his watch and deciding whether or not he really wanted to get a cab. "If you don't mind?"
"Not at all," Dean sighed. "I owe you one anyway."
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"Where's my gun?" he asked.
"Confiscated." The detective gave Ben a look. "It's not registered, so you don't get it back. And in New York city, it's illegale to own firearms. Might be different in Indiana, but that's the way this city works."
Ben kept his mouth shut, avoiding mumbling about how he didn't like this city, but instead just shoved his things back in his pockets and then tucked his hands into the pockets of the oversized hoodie he still wore that Dean had pulled out of the Impala last week.
Ben hadn't stuck around long to go shopping with Lisa, so everything he owned clothing-wise was either from Sam or Dean.
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"You still live over in the Village."
"Yup," Riley nodded, watching as Dean moved around to the driver's side of the car, and waiting for Ben to pick where he wanted to sit first.
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"They're good," Dean nodded as he got ready to start the car and pull it out into the streets of the city. "They're doing really well."
"Good," Riley nodded. "That's good."
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And it was only natural he wanted to know something about Maddie.
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Dean snorted slightly, before nodding. "You'd have to surgically remove the guitar from her hands. She loves it though, and it keeps her out of trouble, so who am I to complain." Or so he thought. If Dean knew about a certain older boy, then it would have been a totally different story.
"Tell her I've got tickets for that show she wanted to see -- I can't make it the night of, but if she and a friend wanted to go, have her give me a call at the office."
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"She's been clamoring about it since she was a kid," Dean said with a sigh, hiding somewhat how pleased he was that Ben was taking an interest in his half-sister. At least it was a step in the right direction. "We just never had the time to really take her."
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Little Mermaid? There wasn't a chance in HELL he'd go to that.
"Yeah, well it's a play about a singing mermaid. Not really all that involving." And he was back to acting like he didn't care again.
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"She'll probably take Anna with her, if she's still in town," Dean replied, coasting the Impala to a stop at the traffic light. "Maybe one of her other friends from school."
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"I was thinking more of a -- metaphysical interaction. And you get different nuances on stage." Riley shrugged slightly, before looking out the window. "I studied theater in college. It was something to do with my time."
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Then again, he really wasn't a poster child for well adjusted adult, so that's not saying much there.
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"Hair?" Dean frowned.
"Never mind," Riley smirked. "I should know better to assume things about your theatrical prowess." The Impala coasted up to the curb, and Riley got out, before turning back to Dean. "Give me a minute and I'll get you those tickets."
"No problem," Dean nodded, placing the car into park.
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"At least you won't have to worry about me for 30 days now," Ben said softly from his spot in the back seat.
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It was kind of a complex. Anyone who knew that knew he didn't go long without worrying about someone, and this was no exception. "It's kind of my thing."
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