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wayward_au, a bit down the road from where we are now. Dean is

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"Do you realize that you talk about your father in the past tense sometimes?"

"Yes."

"But he isn't dead according to our records. Why do you do that?"

"He isn't the same man I remember him to be... it causes some issues between us."

"How do you believe he is supposed to be?"

( Insert Flashback Here )

There are times when two people look at each other and you know that it's true love. A love that lasts through the good times and the bad. Ben and Anna are a beautiful representation of this kind of love, and as they have grown during their time in Wayward Sons, you can't help but love these two for all the small nuisances of their romance, and hope that the future will be a bit more kind to them...

( Love is All That Matters: A Ben & Anna Fanmix )

You know, it's weird. When you're in high school, you tell every girl you date that you love them and they are the only one. For some guys, they mean it. Some it's just a way to get into the girl's pants. And some guys just fall in "love" with a new girl every week.

I had a few girls in high school I thought I was in love with, sure, but now I know it wasn't love. Love is a completely different feeling that I didn't understand back then. Hell, I still don't really get it now.

It's knowing that a single phone call in the middle of the night can keep me sane...
It's the relief holding her in my arms when I thought she was lost...
It's staring into her eyes knowing that the love in them is for me...
It's holding hands as you walk and not caring what anyone says...
It's stealing kisses while washing dishes and getting water all over us...
It's trying not to laugh in a dorm room to wake up the roommates while having a tickle war...
It's watching her sleep in my lap when the movie she picked isn't finished and I can't reach the controller to turn it off...
It's knowing that I can screw up and she will not just walk away from me...
It's having her as the focal point of my dreams and what our future can become...
It's hearing her whisper my name against my ear as we cling to one another...
and it's knowing that no matter if we're in the same room or across the country, that there is an invisible bond that always keeps us connected.

That is how I know that with Anna, it's love. I've never had that with anyone else, and if I'm lucky, I never will.

Current Mood: loved

It wasn't something Ben did often. Hell, after his mother died and then everything that happened with him and Dean after that, walking into a church was the last thing Ben ever thought he would do again.

But the campus chapel had just let out from Sunday Mass and Ben needed a new supply of holy water, so he snuck in and quickly filled the three flasks he had, putting them in various pockets before he picked up a daily church newsletter and noticed the date.

January 24th.

He felt his fingers crumble the newsletter as he remembered what today was. Dean's birthday. His father's birthday.

Even a year later, Ben was still having a hard time with the change. He had his good days, and they outnumbered the bad, but this day came out of nowhere and sucker-punched him in the heart, and he just sat down in the last pew, putting his hands over his eyes.

Today was supposed to be about sitting around the house, teasing his father about his old age while sharing a beer, a burger and some pie before driving back like a madman to make his class the next morning. Instead here he was, alone while everyone was living their own lives and his father was now an archangel in heaven playing bodyguard to his brother.

"Is there something bothering you, son?"

Ben looked up to see the chapel priest standing over him. He quickly wiped his tears away and started to get up. "No, just got lost in my thoughts."

The priest nodded. "Just remember, in times when we feel that the world is crashing down on you, God will be there to help you through it."

He just nodded, being good and not saying his own opinions about God and how his world had crashed because of Her. He started to walk out, then stopped as he saw the candles that were lit for prayers.

Pulling out a dollar from his pocket for a donation, he made it, then lit a candle.

"Happy Birthday, Dad," he said softly, then turned to leave before any heavenly body got any ideas about appearing around him.

Current Mood: sad

The thing Ben loved most about waking up Christmas morning was the feeling of being snuggled up under the covers with his hands around Anna. It had been over half a year now since his kidnapping, and he was back to normal for the most part. Some things had changed though, and Anna and the rest of his family had taken to his new little nuances and even embraced some of the changes for the better.

His schooling had picked up and he was back on track, having changed his major out of engineering and into international studies and journalism. It was something different, and something that he knew he could share with Anna after graduation.

The one thing that never changed was Ben's love for Anna. It was deeper, but as the weeks had gone by he was able to remember where they had been before his dream world tossed him through a loop, and found a medium spot that they were both comfortable with.

And this morning, her back to his chest as she laid in his arms, he wanted to much to just stay there forever like that. But the sun was rising and he knew the rest of the family would be waking up to find breakfast waiting and gifts under the tree to rip open. However, Ben wanted to give Anna her gift in a bit more of a private setting, so he reached into the pillowcase under his head and pulled out the small jewelry bag.

The delicate heart necklace caught the sun as he undid the clasp, and as he felt Anna stirring in his arms, he kissed her shoulder and smiled. "Now you will always have my heart with you," he said softly, letting it hang in front of her eyes as they opened to look at the window, then carefully moved her hair as he put it on against the bare flesh of her neck. "Merry Christmas, darling. I love you."

It wasn't like he needed a reason to kiss Anna - but the headband with the mistletoe hanging in the air above his head was too good to pass up to help solicit a night of playful kisses between them.

No one said that being a Winchester was going to be easy; but as he sat in the hospital window and looked out over the city as he tried to get his mind back together, Ben was starting to realize that there were days he missed being just a Braeden.

Tonight, show us wealth. Please keep in mind that wealth can take many forms, so don't feel limited to any one definition of the word. Bonus: Tell us how you came by your fortune..or how you lost it.

We've always been well off. Even after the Pulse, my mom never really seemed to struggle for anything. Sure, we moved around a bit, but I never had a cold night or an empty stomach in my life until she died. Technically, I never really have even now because I have friends and family that take care of me.

However, when I went back home to empty a lock box that my mother had, I got a few surprises. The biggest was the letter that confirmed what my mother had told me about Dean being my father. But there was more.

My grandparents were investors when they were young adults. Apparently they had taken stock in technologies like Apple and Microsoft back when they first appeared. When they died... Mom was their only child, so they vested the stocks to her with the stipulation that they continue onto me in the event of her death.

I'm not going to tell you how many there were, but let's just say I'm never going to hurt for money.

( . . . )

As the days passed, the feeling that the life he was living now was just a sweet dream ended, and he began to believe that the world he had known and thought was real before was instead just a nightmare that was slowly fading away.

Best of all
I've got my baby
She's mighty fine and says she's all mine
And nothing's going to bring me down
Not today, no, no

The soft sounds Anna made in her sleep woke Ben up sometimes. He didn't mind waking up - who would having a beautiful woman in their arms? In fact, it was those moments he was able to just take a step back and realize how lucky he was.

His hand ran down along her arm, then around her waist and pulled her closer to him. The rest of his family was asleep after the surprise birthday party they had thrown for him, so there was no one to disturb them. No one to hear as he pressed his bare chest against her bare back and kissed her neck.

She made a happy noise and he smiled, nuzzling closer. So much in his life had happened, and still she was here at his side. The one person he knew beyond his family that he could count on.

Ben also knew that without her, he'd be lost. Everything else could fall apart around him and as long as she was there, he could be ok. It had happened before and she helped him survive. But that was a long time ago now and things were better.

( . . . )

What's something people may not know about you?

I'm Fine.

It's one of the phrases Ben uses all the time. How you doing, kid? Everything alright? How's school? Whatever the question was, Ben always had the same answer. It slid off his tongue easily and the quick smile and flash of eyes, change of subject and people believed him.

But Ben wasn't fine, and as he sat alone in his dorm room, far from his family and Anna, he was starting to realize that himself. He had hoped that these feelings were residual emotions that Meg had left in him, but now he was starting to doubt it.

He couldn't explain it. It was like a track in his head that just kept repeating and he didn't know how to make it stop some nights. He hugged his pillow to his face, trying to drown out his own thoughts.

( Self Destruction and Winchester go hand in hand )

15. “If you hurt that girl I will kill you, nurse you back to health, and then kill you again!”
| Off Centre

It was hard standing off to the side, finishing his drink as he leaned against his car. Ben knew it was only a few minutes before she would be gone again, but he tried not to focus on that. Especially not as she came jogging back to him from the three truckers who she had been talking to.

The smile on her face let him know she had her next ride, and he tried to hide the disappointment on his face. There was a small part of him that hated seeing her off. He wished he could just keep her at his side and hold her tight and never let her go.

But this was the fate of loving a girl with large wings, he had learned. She needed her freedom and had so many travel urges that she wouldn't be happy with him if he tried to keep her in one spot. She had to take these trip, and he loved her enough to let her go.

Her arms wrapped around his neck and she kissed him. Blindly putting the drink on the roof of his car, he then wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close. It would be another few months before he saw her again, and he needed to remember this moment to last him for all those lonely nights ahead.

Then he picked up her bag and walked her back to the trucker that was waiting. She tossed it up in the cab and slowly pulled away from him, losing contact first with his side, then her hand slowly running down his arm, into his palm, and he locked fingers with her a moment, just squeezing them.

Please don't go, his eyes whispered, but they were hidden behind the smile as he left her go to climb up into the passenger seat. The trucker closed the door, and Ben stopped to give him just a single look. A warning, one that told the trucker that if anything happened to his girlfriend, Ben would come looking for him with a vengeance.

Then a minute later the truck was pulling out of the station and onto the open road. A hand waved out the window to him, which Ben waved back before heading to his car and back to college. The car was empty now, and he tried futilely to fill the space with music. It just had to last until he was back at school, and then that little world would engulf him again and it wouldn't hurt so much to be apart from her.

But he would still miss her, and worry that she was ok. And especially wait until she was back in his arms again.

“You don't need to worry about me. In a fight I just kind of stand in the back and just yell stuff.”
| Friday Night Lights

Before I left for college, we joked about going on one last hunt. A big father and sons bonding thing. However, as we tracked down the ghoul in the back alleys of sector 2, it became fairly obvious that I wasn't meant for this life.

I mean, Ruby kinda called it once before. When I had to train while Sam was in the coma, she told me I didn't have what it would take. Sure, I'm a Winchester. I've got the same spirit and stubbornness that Dean, Alec and Sam have. I've got gifts that while they are fixed, I use less and less and in a way, not really sorry that I haven't kept up my training.

However, I had something that none of them really had. Well, Dad did, but only for a few years. A mother. Alec jokes that I'm the stablest one in the family because of it. I grew up normal, in a loving family far from wars and hate and demons... well, except that one time with the changeling and all.

I guess that makes me different than them. I'm not able to stomach a lot of the things that go on during a hunt, even if I try to fake it. And Dean never really wanted me to get into this job, so I have a feeling my telling him I wanted to leave and go to college was a wish granted in his book.

It would also explain why I'm left to stand on a fire escape while Alec and Dean slug it out with the ghoul down below. I helped them with the tracking and singling the woman out in the crowd. Now I just sit back and watch the fight.

Well, not just watch it.

"Oh come on, Alec! You're letting a chick kick your ass! Where are those ninja skills - ouch. Dad, you alright? Dude, now that's gonna leave a mark. Girl ain't gonna be going on any dinner dates soon now."

Hey, I'm still part Winchester. What I lack in fighting skills, I make up in my smart mouth. I'm sure that still makes Dad proud.

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“My brother and I were born strangers.”
| Inventing the Abbotts

I remember the first time I met my brother - didn't even know he was that to me then. It's really freaky walking around a corner and to find yourself staring at your own face. Worse when you're then thrown against the wall and trying to breathe while you explain who you are to said stranger.

When I was living with my mom, I had always asked why I never had a brother. Well, that was the second question since where my dad was tended to be the number one on the "annoying questions Ben always asks" list she kept on the fridge. She knew the answer to number one and didn't tell me until she was dying, but number two was always the same. "Why would I need another kid? You're all I ever wanted."

( . . . )

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wayward_au. Bobby =

bobbyknowsbest.

It's okay if you mess up. You should give yourself a break. -Billy Joel

Ben had gotten to Bobby's place towards the middle of the night, and he found the old man sleeping in a pile of books. A few soft words later, Ben had helped Bobby upstairs to bed, watching him a moment before closing the door.

Bobby was getting old, and while no one would admit it, Ben could see it that one day the older man wasn't going to be here anymore. And that day would end up breaking both his father and uncle. Hopefully, it wouldn't be for another few decades, but the way their lives led, nothing was a certainty.

Finding "his" room, Ben crashed on the mattress and stretched out, falling asleep almost instantly. The wards from Missouri were still up and effective, and he enjoyed the quietness in his mind for the few hours while he had a nice, relaxing sleep.

( . . . )

Ten things to do when you're bored:

1. Clean my baby
2. Watch a movie
3. Sleep
4. Take a walk
5. Practice (locked) my powers usually (/locked)
6. Cut firewood
7. Get wrangled into doing chores
8. Play video games
9. Bug Anna
10. Take a long drive in my baby

this what going mad feels like?

wayward_au Ben

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Tell me a secret.

Is it a coincidence that there are a bunch of children who look exactly like Dean Winchester in this world?

( Of course not )

Muse: Ben Braeden (currently possessed by Meg)
Fandom: Supernatural

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Five favorite holiday memories

1. The first Easter after Wash moved in with us. The stories of the Easter Bunny kept him up all night with one of the kitchen knifes in his hands, muttering about how huge bunnies handing out colored eggs was not cool, and he would kill it if it tried to eat him.

Mom wasn't happy with me the next morning for mentioning that the bunny had razor sharp teeth.

2. that following Christmas. Because this time Wash had a BBGun and was in the livingroom with it aimed at the chimney. I actually got grounded on that one, and she proceeded to explain that Santa left coal for bad little boys and girls, not turned them INTO coal.

3. The Thanksgiving when I was 6, and I had realized just how good the skin of the turkey tasted. My grandpa kept telling me not to take it because it would dry the turkey out, but within an hour I had stripped the whole bird. And while I was sick to my stomach in the back room from eating all that, my Mom and grands had dinner and used up all the gravy to make the turkey not so tough.

4. The Thanksgiving back when I turned 19. My grands had passed away that year from pneumonia, and Mom was still sick because she had been taking care of them. So Wash and I decided to try and cook dinner. I think we ended up wearing most of it, but we managed to save enough to have dinner that night and not resort to eating out. I also learned never to let Wash try to stuff a turkey again.

5. The first Christmas after the Pulse. We had no money, so my mom and I decided that we were just going to go to church for the holiday and sing. That Christmas was going to be one about faith. But when we got there, the nuns had this HUGE tree and the choir kids were standing in front of a pile of present. There were mothers there as well, handing out baskets of food to other mothers, and the priests had set up this banquet of food to feed the entire congregation after Mass was over. I had never seen my mother cry so much that day, and the little game of magnetic checkers I got went everywhere with me for years in my backpack. It taught me that even in the darkest times, having faith in something would always surprise you with how it can heal a hurting world.

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To Wash

1. "Shut it."
2. "Bite me."
3. "Don't make me come over there and smack you."
4. "Where the hell are you stationed now, hippie?"

To Dean

5. "Yeah, thanks... DAD." *smirk*

To Layla

6. "That's my girl..."

To Mom

7. [whiney voice] "Mooooommmm..." [/whiney voice]
8. "yeah yeah yeah, me too."
9. "Please stay... don't leave me..."

No one in particular

10. Without any words, but just a hug.

Muse: Ben Braeden
Genre: Supernatural