mini_dean: (Adult - Bad boy W/ Elle or miranda)
It had taken a bit of work, but Ben had found a way to get a few guards on his side. After all, guys tended to stick together when it came to getting some special time with beautiful women. And Ben wanted some extra special time.

One of the guards had even offered to get them one of the doctor's offices, but he wanted to stay in and watch. That wasn't cool, so he humbly declines and accepted another guards offer to smuggle then separately into the supply closet. It was a bit bigger than the janitor's closet, and all that was in there were boxes that held each patient's personal possessions that had been on them when they arrived at the clinic.

Now the hard part was getting Elle into the space. Ben slipped her a note at dinner between their playful banter. Have a case of insomnia around midnight and ask Officer Church if you can find a place to relax. He'll bring you to where I am.

He kept their conversation away from the events for that night, just giving her looks and smirks that suggested his intentions. Then he waited until eleven and found Officer Church waiting outside his room, and escorted him to the closet while carrying a blanket and his pillow.

There were a few other blankets in the room, and Ben worked to make a pile of them to lay on, then he just laid back and waited. And it was so comfortable that his eyes drifted closed as the minutes got closer, and he fell into a light sleep just as it hit midnight.
mini_dean: (Adult - Bad boy W/ Elle or miranda)
Lunchtime. With his little art kit tucked under his arm, Ben looked around the lunchroom. He hadn't seen Elle since he had gone into withdrawal solitary, and he was hoping that she wasn't just a figment of his imagination.

Half the things he remembered of that day had been altered or skewed in his mind. And a hot blonde who had come over to pay attention to him and offer him some behind closed doors promises would be right up there with the drug withdrawal hallucinations.

Then he saw her sitting at a table and grinned, making his way there and sitting across from her.

"You know, I was beginning to wonder if you were just a dream... I mean, hot girl in rehab. Couldn't be real. It was just the drugs." He smiled at her.
mini_dean: (Adult - in hoodie avoiding look)
ooc: rp for [livejournal.com profile] ellectric_girl

He sat in the main room, a beanbag in the corner by the window. The nurse had brought him into the room so they could clean out the bedroom. Between his drugs and Travis' porn, they were both required to have sweeps done every day for items that might be a hindrance to their recovery.

It was a bad withdrawal day for Ben, and the Nurse had carefully guided him to the common room, set him up on the bean bag and wrapped a blanket around his shoulders. The people in the rehab had learned very quickly that Ben reacted much better to female staff than male staff, and days like this was best to just cave to his needs.

So he was in the corner, trying not to shake badly while listening to his MP3 player. He was only allowed to have it in the common room, and they kept it charged for him. The sounds of classic rock soothed him enough that he stayed in his spot, just looking at the people in the room.

When the blonde woman entered, his eyes automatically went to her. She was hot, and that was an understatement.
mini_dean: (Lisa - Worried)
Lisa sat in Ben's bedroom, rocking back and forth a bit in fear. She had finally gotten the police on their way, the few detectives and the news crews off her lawn. Neighbors had stopped in to check on her, and her mother wanted to drive down from Indianapolis to be with her.

But the one person she wanted in the house right now was missing, and the reason for everyone else trying to get her attention.

Saturday night she had put Ben to sleep. Sunday morning she woke up to find him gone. As were the neighbors who had just moved in next door.

The landlords tried to find the family, but all the information they had been given was fake. It was like they had never even existed, and when they had faded from this world, they had taken her son with them.

Ben's room was trashed as the police had turned it upside-down to find any evidence about his friend Lily. His computer had been taken to look through the hard drive to find anything.

The first 48 hours are the most important. And Lisa was hitting 42.

I wish Dean was here, she thought to herself, looking at the black impala Hot Wheels that Ben had insisted she buy him for Halloween. Last time Ben had gone missing, he had been the one to rescue her son. And now he was gone...

Her eyes widened and she ran downstairs to find her address book. It was a book, really, but years ago she had just stopped writing them in and now it was full of strips of paper. There was a chance that she might have...

Elle Winchester. Yes, that was the girl who had been at the funeral that Ben had sat beside. Sam's wife. She had told Lisa to call her if there was ever a problem. If she had married Sam, then she knew about all this Supernatural crap and might be able to help find her son.

Grabbing her cell phone, she dialed the number and hoped that Elle remembered her still.

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