WHO: Ben Braeden, Castiel WHERE: the apartment WHEN: Sunday, June 25, 2006; the very wee hours following this [backdated] WHAT: Shouting and breakage. RATING: TBD STATUS: thread; COMPLETED!
In one night, Ben's whole world felt like it had been completely broken. His dad unconscious in Ben's own bed, Sam – not uncle, he'd pretty much done nothing to be that anymore – locked up in the room behind the guest room closet like some kind of bad guy, his grandma looking sad and broken... This was all Ruby's fault, she'd ruined his whole family with her stupid demon blood and stupid demon ways and he hated her so much.
He hadn't cried. He could feel it welling up in himself, but he hadn't because he wasn't a girl. Everybody else was busy with Sam, so wasn't it his job to do something about this, rather than sit there and feel like lumps in his throat were trying to strangle him? It was. If he wanted to be as much of a Winchester as they were, in his mind that meant taking care of business, it meant protecting his family, even stupid Sam and his stupid, gross, wrong addiction. He'd tell Ruby how she'd ruined everything, how he hated her and wished she'd never come back, and then he'd take care of her.
Admittedly, the 'something' plan wasn't exactly greatly formed. There was no way to get to the Colt, it was kept locked up like crazy. But... he didn't need that, did he? There was Ruby's knife and there was exorcisms as backup. He just had to say that, he'd paid enough attention to his grandpa and dad that he could say the words right.
It was a mess he left behind on John's desk when he finally stuffed the exorcism paper in his pocket, wrote a quick note for his family to find, and left the house to wait at the end of the street for the taxi. The ride to the apartment was short enough, Ben with money in hand when the car pulled to a stop. Tossing the money up front, he got out and ran for the door of the apartment.