ben braeden-winchester. (littlepimp) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-11-17 04:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | ben braeden, eve levine |
WHO: Ben Braeden, Eve Levine.
WHERE: outside Winchester & co house
WHEN: Thursday, November 16, 2006; after this.
WHAT: A persistent little boy wants to prove there is more than one angel in this city.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: thread; in-progress
After putting his laptop down on the sidewalk, Ben dug the bottle of water out of his back pocket and looked around. The sidewalk was close to the barrier, which had never stopped Cas or Eve before, but he needed to know this would work. Across the street was the empty house on the block, and the neighbors on the other side we both at work. Would it make him findable enough? Only one way to find out. "Grandma, I'm going across the road, you'll still be able to see me so don't freak out." He was telling a lot of people to not do that lately, when freaking out was all he wanted to do. He wanted his Dad. He wanted to be wedged between his dad and Claire watching movies, not out on this sidewalk. He wanted his Uncle Sam. He wanted to be playing with those hilarious camera dart guns for the computer with him, not begging some British version of Sam Winchester to just listen to him. He wanted each and ever one of them back for individual reasons, and not just for himself, but for his grandma, for Castiel, for the others. So he had to start with those he could see and reach, since he couldn't just call his dad and start there. Once across the street, but safely within his grandma's eyesight, Ben squared his shoulders and repeated his act from yesterday. "WINCHESTER HOUSE TO EVE. COME IN, EVE. YEAH, IT'S ME. THE KID YOU DIDN'T BELIEVE, BUT YOU'RE GONNA BELIEVE ME SOON ENOUGH. I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME, YOU CAN'T JUST TURN OFF WHO YOU ARE, EVEN IF YOUR BRAIN IS FRIED RIGHT NOW." At least, Ben thought she couldn't just turn off the angelness. That was the problem, this was all based on hope and assumptions and very little on fact. But who needed fact, really? He glared at the sky, took a deep swig of his water bottle and cleared his throat to yell more, not caring if the neighbors stared. "I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME. I CAN KEEP THIS UP ALL DAY, 'CAUSE I'M PREPARED, LIKE A FUCKING BOY SCOUT. NO, A HUNTER. DEFINITELY A HUNTER. YOU CAN HEAR ME AND YOU CAN TRY TO IGNORE IT, BUT I'M NOT GONNA GO AWAY. AND YOU CAN FEEL IT, I KNOW YOU CAN, YOU WANT TO COME PROTECT A SCREAMING CUTE KID, 'CAUSE HE'S UPSET AND NEEDS YOU AND YOU NEED HIM TOO, EVEN IF YOU DON'T REALLY KNOW IT YET." Cas probably thought he was crazy by this point, and while Ben felt kind of bad about shouting, he needed to be sure Eve would hear him and not blow it off, then come and find him. He was pretty sure her witchy demon side wouldn't be the side that responded to all of this, so he was hoping for some angel mojo that would shock the hell out of her, as that would be better than the stuff he could produce as proof they knew each other and he knew she was an angel. "ARE YOU THERE, EVE? IT'S ME, BEN BRAEDEN, YOUR RESPONSIBILITY, YOUR CHARGE." He paused. "Well, kind of charge, since God is gone and you went home and came back, BUT YOU'RE STILL MY ANGEL, BABE. YOU KNOW HOW TO FIND ME, EVEN IF YOU DON'T THINK YOU DO, SO COME ON. COME AND GET ME. COME AND FACE THE PROOF." This time, Ben kept his attention all around him, looking for her arrival. If she didn't show, he'd start yelling again. |