POST RESCUE- Outside the Warehouse (Jacen and Ben!)
Ooo, the stare. It was a look that had always said to Ben that the man was probably debating between Choking someone, lopping their head off, frying them to a crisp or liquidating their brain with a thought. Actually, Ben wasn't sure Jacen could do the last one, but the look definitely said it. He'd seen grown men practically piss themselves when faced with that look.
Ben Winchester wasn't going to be one of them. Whether it was actual courage, a temporary departure from sanity or just Winchester foolishness, Ben didn't blink as he stared back at the man. Oh, he wanted to, without a doubt. His eyes were going to need a blink soon, what with the typical post-fight need of hydration. But it felt like a blink right now was the thing between surviving this and waking up later to Winchester versus Solo family drama.
So he didn't.
"Yes, sir, I did." The words were even and firm, holding the right note of respect with the 'sir' but also showing no shame.
And while Jacen had waited for an excuse, Ben waited to see what the man's next move was.