The Life and Death of a Psychic Waitress

Chapter 9

“You good?” Dean asked, coming out of the house.

I nodded and Benny gave me back my house keys. Pointlessly, I thought, I locked up the house and got in my truck. I backed out of the driveway and Dean followed Benny, who followed me out of town.

About half way through the hour trip, my phone rang. It was an unknown number, but I hit the green button. “Hello?” I asked.

“Hey darlin’.” Benny drawl came through the phone and made me smile.

“My handsome Cajun.” I said, glancing in the rearview.

“I told Dean I should have your number if case we got split up.” He said, sounding like he was proud of himself.

“Well that’d be awful important in an emergency.” I said, still smiling a bit.

But then he was silent for a moment and I was worried about what he wanted to ask. “Are ya ok, sugah?”

I took a deep breath. “No. I’m really not. I’m completely terrified about this whole thing. I know this is what Sam and Dean are good at, but I just hunt monsters.” I told him.

“I know, darlin’. I wish I could be of more use to ya.” He told me.

I smiled at my steering wheel. “You’re the best use of a man there is.” I said.

He was quiet for a moment. “I worry about ya, darlin’.”

“I know.” I said quietly, turning on my blinker to make a right off the highway.

“I don’t want to lose ya.” He said and I knew he meant it.

“I know. I just won’t touch any unknown piece of wood.” I said through a smile.

“I love you.” He said quietly, his voice getting a little deeper.

“I love you too.” I told him.

“I think you and I should have some time to ourselves when we get wherever we’re going. Minus the plaid, of course.” He said and I smiled, seeing him smirk in the rearview.

“If I could just remind you, you obviously volunteered to babysit me. The boys are the ones that got you involved in the first place.” I told him.

He gave a chuckle. “Oh, darlin’, I know. I know. I’m just wishing I could lose the car behind me for maybe an hour or so. The mattress in the back of my truck is real cushy.”

I giggled. “Chances of you losing that impala in the next fifteen minutes are about the same as me being able to speak Italian.”

“Do you speak Italian?” He asked, and the whole sentence was an innuendo.

I laughed. “No. Latin, a little Greek, some Hebrew here and there. I could probably read Gaelic if I sat down and worked it out. Italian isn’t on the list.”

“I bet you sound like an angel when you talk in Latin.” He said. How did he make that entire sentence sound like he wanted to take off my clothes?

“Ego sonus denique.” I told him.

“Hmmm. That was sexy.” He said, a grumble to his voice.

I shook my head, even though the gesture was lost on him. “I said, ‘I sound normal.’ “

He smiled. “You most certainly sound like an angel.”

I giggled at him. “Oh, I love you.” I hadn’t meant to say it so normally, but it rolled off the tongue so easily.

“I love you too, darlin’.” He said and I could hear his smile. “We almost there?”

“Ten more minutes of back roads and we’re golden.” I told him.

“Alright, sugah. I’ll let ya go so we don’t end up someplace you shouldn’t.” He said.

“Ok. I’ll talk to you when we get out.” I told him and we both hung up.

I drove for another ten minutes, taking various lefts and rights until I pulled up next to a storage building. There were only six units, three of each side of the driveway the owners had made, but they were big enough to hold an RV. I stopped and directed Benny in before pulling my truck in. I hopped out and met Benny and the boys at the entrance.

“Seriously? What the hell ya got in here?” Dean asked, looking in awe at the storage unit.

I shrugged. “Curse boxes, relics, ancient manuscripts in fireproof boxes, a fallout shelter under the metal doors where Benny’s truck is.”

All three boys turned to me in curiosity. “A fallout shelter?” Benny asked.

I shrugged again, then looked at Sam and Dean, who still had the same look. “I had a weekend off.”

Dean’s eyebrows rose. “You rock.” Benny and Sam looked impressed.

“Let’s get mine and Benny’s shit in the impala.” I said, heading towards my truck.

I handed Dean and Sam my duffle and backpack. Benny went to get something out of his truck as the boys took the stuff to the car. I jumped down from the truck. When I turned around, Benny kissed me deeply, sliding his tongue into my mouth as our lips met. I wanted to get lost in his kiss.

But then he was pulling away. He smiled at me and my breath got caught in my throat. “Every time.” He whispered, running his thumb over my cheek.

“Always.” I told him, standing up straight before the boys came back to the side of the car.

“I got my things.” Benny said, moving past the guys.

“If you could not randomly make out, that’d be great.” Dean said with his fake smile.

Dean was starting to really tick me off. “So I’m not allowed to have a resemblance of a love life because you know him?”

“Wait. You guys were making out?” Sam asked, looking confused.

“No, you can’t. Not when it’s the guy that saved my life. Because I don’t want to have to kill him.” Dean said, looking upset.

“For the love of God, nobody’s killing anybody. And why would you be the one to do it, if it ever even came to that?” I asked.

“Because you’re a girl!” Dean said.

“Seriously. You made out with Benny?” Sam asked, looking confused still.

“Sam!” Dean and I said in unison.

I sighed deeply, trying to ease my anger. “Dean. I’m not fifteen anymore. Benny’s not the first guy I’ve kissed. And this may come as a shocker, but I’m not a virgin either.” I told him and he looked a little grossed out. “I’m a big girl. So if I wanna kiss a guy, I’m gonna kiss a guy. Vampire, ninja, X-Man; it’s not your choice.”

Dean looked like he wanted to put up a fight but I just held my hand up.

“Nope. We’re done talking about this because it’s not important. We have a twenty-six hour drive in front of us, not counting stops and we have to get there before the full moon. So if you could stow your issues, I’m getting in the car.” I told him, handing him my keys to lock up the shed and moving between him and Sam as I made my way to the impala.

Benny sat in the car and I felt a pang of guilt. “Hey.” I said softly as I slid into the seat beside him.

“Hey darlin’.” He said with a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I don’t mean to be such a hassle.”

“No hassle.” I told him, buckling into my seatbelt. “He’d act this way if you were the exact replica of him. Anger is his way of coping.”

Benny nodded like he already knew this as Dean and Sam got in the car. Dean blindly tossed my keys over his shoulder, hitting me in the arm. I glared at the back of his head as we drove away from the storage unit.

We were nearly eight hours into our twenty-six hour drive when I felt a pressure in the car. I threw up my arms right before I heard the noise. When I uncovered my face, Castiel sat in between Benny and I.

“Cas. Do me a favor and zap out for five seconds?” I asked him, feeling stifled by the presence of his wings; not that anybody else could see them.

“How is that going to help our current situation?” Castiel asked, looking at me with a blank face.

I felt like somebody was pushing on my chest and the claustrophobia of him being so close to me made me want to stick my head out the window. “Castiel, please.” I begged, struggling to breath.

He gave me an odd look before disappearing. Quick like the wind, I unbuckled my seat and slid next to Benny. When Cas popped back in, he was on the outside of the backseat and my head was against Benny’s chest. “Was that ample enough time?”

I reached for Benny’s hand, feeling the pressure on my chest lessen a little. “Yes, thank you.” Benny took my hand firmly, letting me know he was there.

“You alright?” Dean asked, looking at me in the rearview. I nodded. “What’s the word, Cas?” Dean asked.

“It’s a shortened version of my name.” Castiel said, looking out the window.

Dean sighed in frustration. “Cas, what’s the deal? Why’d you pop out with Crowley?”

“I was hoping to track his whereabouts. I could breach the fence around the building, but there’s angel wards. I was unable to get inside.” Castiel told us.

“Do you know what the next seal is, after the cemetery?” Sam asked, turning around in his seat to look at Cas.

“I know Crowley has so far broken two more. He killed a vampire on a marble slab and had a vulture peck out the eyes of a voiceless man.” Cas said. “Another seal I’m aware of is to kill a goat after it’s drank the milk of a bison.”

I blinked and I could imagine how stupid I looked. “I wasn’t aware bison could lactate.” I said to no one.

“Other than that, I have no news.” Cas said. “I need to see if someone can rid the warehouse of the angel wards. I’ll return after you’ve saved the newborn.” And just like that, Castiel, Angel of the Lord was gone.

I took a deep breath, feeling the pressure release.

“You alright, darlin’?” Benny’s drawl smoothed my nerves.

I nodded. “His wings freak me out. Horns, tails, and fangs I have no problems with. His wings are like six foot wide on each side.”

Benny’s thumb started moving in circles on my hand and I smiled at him.

“Catch a nap, you guys. We’re swapping in a hundred miles.” Dean told me.

I nodded and leaned my head against Benny’s shoulder, feeling no need to move back to the other side of the car.


We were on the last leg of the trip. We had maybe twenty miles left until Gettysburg and Benny sat in the passenger seat. I got sick of channel swapping so I had Benny dig a cassette out of the glove box. Guns and Roses played Paradise City through the front of the cab, just barely loud enough for us to hear.

Sam and Dean had been asleep for pretty close to two hundred miles now. Benny and I hadn’t talked much; just a passing comment here and there.

“Did you like waitressing?” Benny asked.

I shrugged. “I liked how you’d get people from all over. I liked to hear the stories. Waitressing as a whole wasn’t awesome.”

He nodded. “I once made the best gumbo in Louisiana.”

“Is that so?” I asked, glancing over at him.

He smiled. “Yes, ma’am. My mami’s recipe.”

I smiled. “Bobby liked to make gumbo sometimes, but I’m sure his was nothin’ compared to true-blue New Orleans gumbo.”

Benny smiled. “I’ll have to make you up a batch.”

“I’d like that.” I told him, laying my hand on the leather seat.

He reached over and took my hand, guiding it to his mouth to kiss my knuckles. “You remember what I told ya when we were drivin’ to your lockup?”

I blushed a little, remembering his request for alone time. “I do. Chances are slim.”

“Slim’s better than none.” He said.

“Alright, no chick flick moments in the car.” Dean said, leaning his forehead against the back of my seat.

I reached down and handed him back a Gatorade.

“How much longer do we have?” He asked, sounding like he’d got hit by a train.

“Ten minutes.” I said.

He nodded, setting his chin on the seat to watch the road. “You guys makin’ out?”

“I do believe that’s difficult, seein’ as the lady’s drivin’.” Benny said, shooting me a look that said Dean was an idiot.

I covered my mouth, trying not to laugh.

Dean flipped him off and fell back against the seat, startling Sam into waking up.

A few minutes later, I pulled up to the front office of the cheapest looking motel on the highway and the boys climbed out of the back seat. I looked over at Benny, just watching him.

He smiled at me. “Hey sugah.” He said, as if I hadn’t been sitting there with him for the last twenty-one hours. Google said the drive was twenty-six, but Dean drove almost 95 the whole way.

“My handsome Cajun.” I said as he leaned over and kissed me. I smiled into the kiss before he pulled back.

“Don’t want Dean sleepin’ with a knife.” He told me.

I laughed. “If you only knew the shit you could fit under a pillow.” I said with a smile.

Benny shook his head as the boys climbed back into the car.

Dean directed me and I pulled into a parking space in front of a room. “I hate to be blunt, but don’t you think four of us in one room is a little tight?”

Dean smirked. “Which is exactly why I got two. And you aren’t sharing.” He said, wagging his finger between Benny and I.

“But we wanted the motel to call the cops.” I joked with a pout.

Sam chuckled and Dean just looked at me like I had a third head before he climbed out and I handed his keys back to him.

Two rooms, right next to each other, with the exact same ‘cheap motel’ décor. I nodded. It was almost home.

“Sam’ll sleep in here with you,” Dean said, pointing to me. “You and me get to bunk together.”

“Just like old times.” Benny said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

I really didn’t want to talk about purgatory. I headed out of the room and popped the trunk of the impala so I could get my clothes out. Benny came up behind me and put his hand on my hip, making me shiver from the sudden contact. I handed him his cooler and his bag of clothes.

He gave me a smile that made me think he wasn’t thinking about Purgaory either. Oh, how I wanted to just make out with him in this parking lot.

I nodded to myself; going into the room Dean had deemed mine and Sam’s. I threw my stuff on the bed farthest from the door. Sam could be the first defense against anything that broke in. “Dunno about you guys, but I need a shower somethin’ fierce.”

“Alright.” Sam said with a head nod as Dean and Benny left the room and he closed the door. I grabbed a change of clothes and headed for the bathroom. I turned on the water as hot as it could go, which still wasn’t impressive. I stripped, throwing my clothes in a pile and stepped into the spray.

It wasn’t as warm as I’d have liked, but it was warm enough to wash the day off me. “Hold my hand. Ooh baby, it’s a long way down to the bottom of the river. Hold my hand, ooh baby. It’s a long way down, a long way down.” I sang, the only song that came into my head that wasn’t an 80’s rock song on a cassette.

It was a murky song that reminded me a little of Benny. The verses were always two parts so I didn’t really remember them. I could sing along with them, but to bring them from memory wasn’t something I could do. So I just kept repeating the chorus, working the shampoo through my hair.

There was a knock on the door, startling me. “Yeah?” I called.

“Can I come in?” Benny asked from the other side of the wood.

“Yeah.” I called back and I saw the door open and close and him sit on the toilet. “I can’t believe Sam let you in here.”

Benny chuckled. “He went to get food and Dean went to find a girl. And I heard you singing.” He said, as almost an afterthought.

“Oh.” I said, forgetting my vampire had super human hearing. Now I was kind of embarrassed.

“You don’t have to stop on my behalf, darlin’.” He said with a smile.

“Oh, I only know the chorus.” I told him.

“That’s fine by me, sugah.” He said.

He was so sweet. “Hold my hand. Ooh baby, it’s a long way down to the bottom of the river. Hold my hand. Ooh baby, it’s a long way down, a long way down.” I sang, not quite as loud as I had been before.

I repeated this as I rinsed my hair and ran the bar of soap over my skin. I rinsed it off, keeping the tune up. I stopped when I turned off the water. I saw Benny stand and my heart sped up just a little, wondering what he was doing.

“I’m just gettin’ ya a towel, darlin’. I ain’t gon’ do nothin’ else.” He said, a smile coating his words as his hand reached barely past the frosted curtain to hand me a towel.

“Ever the gentleman.” I told him, taking the towel and wrapping it around my body, then tucking it in so it wouldn’t fall. He held his hand out and I took it, balancing myself as I stepped over the barrier for the shower. I looked up at him and a hint of a smile played at his lips. “You’re in an awful good mood, darling.”

“Pretty ladies do that to me.” He said.

I smiled, ducking my head a little bit. “I’m sure there’s more to blame then just me.” I told him, moving to stand in front of the mirror. I wiped it off so I could see myself, then grabbed another towel and started drying off my hair.

Benny stood behind me, watching a spot on my shoulder. I saw his fingers reach up and felt them brush ever so slightly across my skin.

I shivered from the contact, wanting more.

“Cold?” He whispered in my ear, making my eyes slide closed.

“I’m sure you know it’s not cold.” I told him.

I could feel the smile on his lips as he kissed my shoulder. “Never know. Warm water, cold fingers.” He whispered against my skin, trailing his fingers across my shoulder blades.

Of all the places I wanted his fingers; my shoulders didn’t make the top five. I tried to reel in my hormones. It wouldn’t be good for either of us if Sam or Dean found us getting it on in the bathroom. A low moan escaped my lips though from his touch.

“Your shoulders are awful tense, darlin’.” He told me, his lips brushing my ear.

“Don’t go starting something you can’t finish.” I told him, leaning against him.

“Oh, I believe you’re well aware of my ability of finishin’ things, sugah.” He said, his accent turning my knees to goo.

I turned around to face him and he kissed me softly, his lips barely touching mine. I’m sure he knew he was driving me crazy, or at least he hoped he was. Will power was a bitch. “Benny…” I moaned against his lips as I ran my fingertips over his shirt, just barely feeling his skin through the fabric.

“Yes, darlin’?” He asked, his voice getting husky.

“I need to get dressed. So you should go watch some TV or something.” I told him, turning back to the mirror to continue towel drying my hair.

He stood there, a stunned expression on his features. “What’d you just do?”

“You knew we couldn’t do anything. I just got you a little more excited than you had planned on being.” I told him with a smile.

“Oh, darlin’. If you only knew how excited I was.” He told me, pressing his chest to my back.

“Mmmm.” I said, giving him a sexy smile. “Shouldn’t have started anything then.”

“You’re very cruel, darlin’.” He told me.

“I don’t hear you complaining.” I told him, giving him a kiss.

“Oh, I’m complainin’ alright.” He said, kissing me back with a smile.

And then he opened the door and disappeared. I quickly changed and let my wet hair hang. A minute later, I heard the door open again. I stuck my head out to see Sam carrying a takeout bag and a six pack.

“Uh, chicken?” He offered lamely, holding up the sandwich.
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