Supernatural: Next Generation

He may have said he’d been convinced, but the longer Ben sat in the lobby while Jesse went on schmoozing the staff looking for information, the more anxious and paranoid he became. Every moment he was there he felt more and more guilty knowing that he was there while Claire was asleep in their main room, completely unaware of what they were doing. How would she react if she knew? What would she think about what he was about to do?

Jesse’s confidence was enough to make him feel incredibly inadequate. The front desk clerk was all but falling over herself flirting with him. He looked more relaxed and in his element than Ben had seen him in four days. And there he was with broken ribs, sitting in a lounge chair alone, sipping from his hip flask while he waited for Jesse to secure them a room for the ‘transaction’ to take place in. Madison wasn’t too far from the resort, only a twenty minute drive, but it felt like he was in another world.

What am I doing here? he asked himself for the hundredth time, taking another deep pull and staring upward at the ceiling.

“Stop looking like a man who’s about to go to the chair,” Jesse chided as he came over, flicking Ben’s ear. “C’mon, we got our room and the ladies’ll be up soon.”

Ben grunted painfully as he forced himself up to standing again, following after Jesse. It was only when they were in the elevator that Jesse’s words finally caught up to him.

“Wait, one room?” he asked, his voice going a little high in spite of himself. He tried again. ( “Y’mean we’re gonna be in the same room?” )