Claire was at church, much like every Sunday since they had started traveling together. Outside of his daily showers, it was the only time that Ben was separate from her. Since Jesse’s joining them, however, even that had changed. To be completely truthful, Ben didn’t really mind. He’d been hunting mostly lone for the past seven years; it felt good to have company again. He didn’t feel the need to fill every single hour with hunting down monsters and his father when he had them there.
The only problem was that Jesse was still green to everything. Claire had taken up teaching him how to defend himself without his powers, and since he was supposed to be injured Ben opted to take up the more “geeky” of the options: monster facts and hunter knowledge basics. Of course, that job came with at least two dilemmas: first, that his patience was thin when he was frustrated; second, that Jesse was not the bookish type by a long shot. Ben was half-tempted to get Claire to pick up that part of the training as well, seeing as it would be more challenging to Jesse to defend himself
and to try recalling hunting trivia at the same time, but pride held him back.
“What do you do to banish a ghost?” Ben asked without looking up from his notebook.
“Burn the b’nes.” Jesse’s answer came out a bit muffled because he was currently balancing a pen between his nose and upper lip.
It wasn’t that Jesse didn’t appreciate Ben’s effort, or that he didn’t understand the importance of what he was learning. There was just so much he could take in a day. He’d never had to be attentive in school in the first place, so it was hard to start now.
“What do you do before you burn them?” Ben asked, looking up with a slight frown on his mouth.
“S’lt,” he said, his eyes crossed in concentration. That was an easy thing. Salt took out most things, including him.
Ben flipped through a few pages of his notebook. “Of these three things, what works to disable a vamp: holy water, dead man’s blood, or garlic?”
Jesse hesitated a moment. “Dead ma--fuck.” He caught the pen as it tumbled then leaned back for another try. “Blood.”
“Dead mafuck blood?” Ben asked, his lips twisting in a small smirk. “Is that your final answer?”
Jesse snatched the pen away with a grin. “Dead man’s blood, asshole.”
“Don’t make me hit you with a yard stick, boy,” Ben said in his best old-granny voice, the flipped a few more pages.
“List three creatures affected by iron.”
Leaning forward on his knees, Jesse thought. “Demons.” Easy. “Ghosts.” Probably. And.... “Vampires?”
“Wrong,” the younger man answered. “One more try.”
With a huff, Jesse leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. If it was one of those stupid complicated things he’d never heard of before, he wasn’t going to remember. “Witches?”
“Legend,” Ben said. “Witches can be as normal and apple-pie as the chick at Taco Bell. Faeries.” He looked down at his book again, trying to find something a bit harder to go from. He could have him work on his Holy Water Latin, but Ben had a feeling Jesse would stop cooperating if he did. He was honestly surprised the other man had lasted this long without wanting a smoke break.
“What’s the easiest way to tell someone is a skinwalker?”
“Stab them with a silver knife,” Jesse said, his hand swiping the air.
“A
less dangerous way to check if someone’s a skinwalker,” Ben rephrased, smirking a little. “We can’t just go stabbing people.”
“Maybe
you can’t,” Jesse said, before running his hands over his face. Right. Skinwalkers. “Well if someone you know is acting funny, you can try stabbing them.”
“Retinal flare in a camera,” Ben informed him, frowning just a little. “It’s a safer bet, and it saves a bail-out from jail for first-degree assault.”
“Right. I’ll just make sure and take a camera everywhere if I think a skinwalker’s around,” Jesse said, facing Ben in a slouch. “It’ll never see me coming.”
“You can check in a camera phone as well, dumbass,” Ben answered, grabbing a post-it note, balling it up, and throwing it at Jesse, who batted it away. “If it’s people killing people, it’s not our business. Creatures, spirits, and demons only. We can’t go stabbing people.” He looked down again at the open notebook in his lap.
Jesse wanted to snark at that, but it wasn’t worth the effort. Besides, he didn’t disagree. “Yeah, can’t save everyone. Just gotta be ready at all times.” He said the words blandly enough, as though parroting them from somewhere.
( So Ben didn’t see it coming until Jesse was up and tackling him out of his chair. )