WHO: Ben Braeden WHERE: less than a block from the Winchester & co house WHEN: Wednesday, January 11, 2006; afternoon WHAT: The reason why little boys should always listen to adults. RATING: PG STATUS: narrative; COMPLETE
It was only to the corner, it wasn't that far, he'd be back before anyone noticed. These were all things Ben told himself as he slipped out of the house and headed toward the corner store barely a block away. At home, it was something he'd done often, riding to nearby houses or the store since they weren't far, but that had been a small down, not a demon-infested big city.
Technically, he knew it wasn't something he was supposed to do alone here, but they were out of Doritos and Ben had overheard Mary mentioning she needed a few things. Everyone was either at work or busy and Ben decided no one would get upset – or at least not as upset – if they found out, as long as he did something useful too while in the pursuit of junk food. He'd taken the list off the refrigerator and rode his bike down to the store, the trip there and the time spent getting everything not long indeed. At that rate, he figured he'd be back before anyone was the wiser.
Bags looped over the handlebars, with the wanted Doritos and all the things on Mary's list distributed evenly, Ben walked the bike around the corner of the store to head home. It was just as he was preparing to get on that he caught two girls, one about his age, one older, looking at him. They put their heads together to say something to each other and then both turned to look at him. In the light, or what Ben assumed was a cause of the light, their eyes looked entirely white, but they were cute, so he dismissed it initially.
Instead, grinning, he walked the bike over to where they were standing. He had time. It couldn't hurt just to stop and flirt for a few minutes, right?
He would quickly learn how wrong that assumption was.