charloft drabbles: Young!Ben

Ben sat off to the side of the field, watching the other kids at T-Ball practice with their fathers, playing catch and practicing hitting the ball. The game was going to begin soon, and all he could do was play with the ties on his glove while he waited.

"Hey, kiddo. What's wrong?"

Ben looked up at his mother and shrugged a bit. "Nothin'. Just don't got anyone to warm up with."

Lisa smiled a bit, and went to kiss her son on the top of his head. Ben, however, shifted and got out of the way, looking at her. "Not in front of the team, Mom!"

"Ok... ok." She held her hands up. "Is there something I can do to help you warm up?"

"No. You're a mom. Moms aren't supposed to help. Dads help and Moms sit in the bleachers."

"Ben. We've been though this..."

"I know Mom." Ben rolled his eyes. "You're special because you get to be both. But you're a chick and chicks can't play ball."

"Oh really?" Lisa got up and took the baseball out of her son's glove. "Go stand out by third base."

Ben raised an eyebrow, then sighed and ran out to the base. Lisa watched him a moment, then tossed the ball to her son - overhand - so that it would reach him easily, but gentle enough not to hurt him. Ben caught the ball, then looked at his mother in shock.

"So? What you think about that?" Lisa asked him.

"That was awesome!" Ben threw the ball back, not making it all the way but it got there. "You really rock, Mom."

"I'm glad you think so," Lisa said with a smile. "So can I help now?"

Ben thought a moment, then nodded. "Sure. You're better than half the dads anyway. They only toss underhand."

charloft drabbles: Arrogant!Ben

He had forgotten the day where the change had happened; couldn't remember if it was gradual or a switch that was just flipped. Either way, that wasn't the point anymore. The point was the same thing his father had started to teach him.

Save People. Hunt Things. Family Business.

Not much left of the family, besides him and well, of course his daughter. But the Winchesters were a cursed breed, and for her own safety he sent her somewhere in which nothing could harm her. She'd have to face this world eventually, but at least he could let her live in ignorance as long as she could.

The same his mother had done for Ben. He now understood the pain his mother must have felt when faced with telling Dean about his son, but that was decades past and there was no point in regret.

Instead, he had to worry about the present. The demon that had taken out his father and uncle was still on the loose. His brother was a loose canon and Ben only hoped that he could find him one day and save what might be left of his human side, if the soldier beast had not taken over completely.

"Sire?" A black eyed man walked up to him, staying a few inches away from Ben and bowing his head respectfully. "A word?"

"What is it?" Ben asked, not looking up from the complicated spell he was working on conjuring.

"I just... we are worried that this will not work. Caim is strong and -"

"And what?" Ben lifted his head to look at the demon, his eyes fading to white a moment in anger before the blue iris came back into focus. "You are afraid of going back to hell, Cyrus? Hell is walking on Earth now, and without this fight, it will only get worse. We have no choice. I will be ready to take him on. Now stop your sniveling and make sure that the warriors are ready with the traps."

The demon nodded, bowing a bit before retreating out the door. Ben waved his hand, using his powers to slam the door shut behind him before reaching for the wine glass beside him and sipping the dark red liquid.

No, he would be ready for Caim and avenge the deaths of his family. That he was certain of.