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.

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Dean paused for a minute, running his hand across the front of his mouth lightly. "I get that. A lot more than you may think." More than he'd ever really be able to explain, but that would come much later. "But -- it's not real, Ben. It doesn't last. You just -- you have to find something else to hold on to. Something real and solid. Otherwise it's going to kill you more easily than that pain ever will."

[mini_dean]

Ben scoffed at that. "You make it sound easy. You're the one with a brother, wife and daughter who love you. I've got Mom who..." He licked his lips.

"I love my Mom, but I can't forgive her for this."

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"Oh, trust me. It's anything but easy," Dean said slowly. "But you're mom's trying, Ben. She wants to make this right. And maybe you didn't have it before, but you have me now. And an uncle and a half-sister, and a stepmother. We're here to help -- even if we haven't seemed like it so far."

[mini_dean]

Ben leaned his head against the backseat and looked out the back window. "You say that now..."

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"Trust me, Ben, what you can dish out can't be worse than anything I haven't already been through," Dean sighed heavily, before looking back at him. "I don't intentionally abandon people. I may screw up, sometimes majorly, and when I do I try to do whatever I can to fix it, but I don't intentionally turn my back on people when they need me. So I'm here. Whether you like it or not, whether you want me to be or not."

[mini_dean]

"And you think you can fix me now?"

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"You have to fix you, Ben," Dean said slowly. "I can't do it for you. But I'll help you if you let me."

[mini_dean]

Ben just thought on that a moment before turning his head to look out the window. He didn't have anything to answer that with, so silence was what Dean got.

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Dean figured that silence was better than nothing, so he just turned back around again with a sigh. A few minutes later, Riley made his way over to the driver's side, holding an envelope.

"Here you go," he replied, handing the enevelope through the window. "I'll call you as soon as I know Ben's court date."

"Thanks again, Riley," Dean replied, shaking the man's hand before starting to close the window.

"No problem," Riley nodded, before moving back to the sidewalk and waving them off as they started to drive into the street.