One Night Out (Ben)

[mephistopheles]

This particular cafe and club wasn't bad. Wasn't bad at all. Not too seedy, not too prissy. It was... just right. Plenty of young people concluding their high school years to concluding their twenties came here all the time, and business for the place was great as ever with schools all started up again.

Seated at one of the bar stools at the table, the yellow-eyed demon Mephistopheles had dressed up and been prowling for some easy prey. Students desparate for strait As to please their parents... college kids wanting a lucrative career, people unhappy with how their life turned out... lonely singles... so many possibilities to lure into a bargain in exchange for their soul. The demon had managed to snag a few in the past week, and felt on a roll, so why stop now?

Sipping a margarita, the demon looked around to see if anyone would come over tonight. There was one big advantage to this body, Meph would admit, it made business *really* easy to come by. Taking over Hell? Not so fun, sure the conquest may be interesting but the ruling part would be dull as all hell... puns aside, funny thing. Meph mused, Hell *was* kind of dull for the demon sometimes. Causing chaos and suffering, and corrupting people on Earth? Enjoyable. Corrupting the so-called good guys? Couldn't ask for more. The thoughts made the demon smile while taking another sip, curious of how the night will pan out.

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[Ben Isaac Winchester]

An' now I'm floatin' right above my coffin as it closes I look down
I see sigh as she's cryin on my moma's shoulder.
I look up into the sky as the gates to heaven open somethin's wrong
is this destiny or am I goin' home,
what will happen to my soul will I come back I don't know,
will you meet me when its over let me know,
You can meet me here in heaven don't you ever let me go

This love this hate is burning me away

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Why was it that every time a man wanted to just relax and have a nice, cold beer, the city idiot had to show up?

"You looked at me funny, friend." The drunk slurred, poking a meaty finger into his shoulder. "Waz your problem? Cat gawt your tongue?”

Seriously now. He'd had a long day, had to deal with all kinds of irritating people, and now this? Couldn't the man go and find someone else to vent his frustrations on? There were plenty other saps sitting all around him...

"I said, cat gawt your tongue? Answer me, you bastard!" The man- codenamed Dead Man Walking in his sleep deprived mind- grabbed his shoulder, making as if to turn him around.

It was just so easy to swing his right hand around and introduce his fist into DMW’s chin. And it was just as easy to slide out of his stool with a practiced grace and ready himself for the angry reply. With a dazed look on his face, the moron righted himself and didn’t disappoint; he charged right at him with a roar.

Psh, as if he were any match for a Winchester coming down from an adrenaline high. Two more punches brought the drunkard down to the floor, and a round of evil glares later, he was back to his drink.

Much better. Now, where was he? Ah, yes; there are enough saps around here to pick on. But they never got their shoulders poked, did they? It was always him. Poor, poor Ben.

"Good God in Heaven, Ben!" Hal, the barkeep, snarled from where he stood in front of the kitchen doors. "What'd you do now?! I swear, I leave you alone for a minute...!"

O'Halloran's Pub was one of his favorite haunts; its lazy ceilings and dirty-yet-clean-enough interior a nice relief from the high minded establishments his clients usually preferred. Here, in the smoke-filled haze, he could relax and pretend that he was a normal grunt, the memories that plagued his mind nothing but bad dreams; semi-forgotten nightmares. It was relief in its finest.

Leaning forward with his elbows on the bar counter, ‘Ben’ was a sight to see; tall and well built with a face of a gargoyle- cold and expressionless. Dressed in a casual pair of ripped blue jeans, a plain black shirt and a very worn leather jacket, one could pin him to being a handyman, or teacher. Certainly not a Hunter or, as the hypocrites liked to call him, the local crazy person.

A lazy grin strolled onto his face, breaking through the morning-shadow around his mouth. Ah yes, the local crazy person. Because it was just inconceivable; that there were Others that roamed the streets. Because humans, in all of their glory, were the only ones that could inhabit this good earth. Everything else was just legend and make-believe, right?

Haha, no.

It always amused him, the way people loved to hide their heads in the sand. No one wanted to believe in the darkness that surrounded them simply because of fear; uncertainty of what is before them. But that’s where he came in. He was Ben Winchester, protector of the weak, savior of the ignorant masses—

…And currently flat out broke. As Hal went back into the kitchen, he made a beeline for the booth near the back of the room. Maybe if the old guy didn’t see him, he could rob a few of those yuppies back there with a few games of pool and settle his tab. Or perhaps he could charm some dough out of a nice, well endowed blond?

Yeah, he’d stick to that first one. Gambling was so much more fun than getting vodka thrown into his face, after all. He liked his t-shirts semi-spotless.


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[mephistopheles]

Soon as he'd come in, Meph's interest fell on Ben. She recognized him, it was hard not to when his family was all the big guys in Hell seemed to talk about. He looked so much like his father too... how appropriate. Perhaps he'd have all his flaws and self-sacrificial throw-to-the-lions tendancies too. Time would tell, and the demon was bored.

How to break the ice? Had to be a way,.. a quick eyeroll and Meph remembered a few things; if he was anything like his dad, and supposedly he did carry a few signs of being Dean Winchester's son, pretty girls found it easy to nab his attention. And luckily Angela was quite the head-turner to say the least.

Finishing the drink and getting up, Meph moved past a few tables in an alluring fashion, swiped a pool cue from the racks, and sauntered over to where Ben sat, leaning against the pool cue. "You know, most guys as cute as you don't hide while in places like this..." The demon said playfully. "So what DOES bring someone like you to somewhre like here?"

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[Ben Isaac Winchester]

Plopping into one of the less sticky-looking booths in the back, Ben stretched out and made himself comfortable. He had a cold beer, he was sitting in a good enough bar, he'd just gotten the hour's adrenaline fix via a drunken fool...damn, the night was looking pretty damn fine.

And it just got better, when an obscenely sweet voice sounded in his ear. Man, was he the luckiest bastard on the planet, or what?

A roguish grin settled on Ben's lips as he turned toward the sound. Covertly giving the woman a once over, the hunter slowly leaned back in his booth, and settled one arm on the backrest. Usually, women this fine didn't normally come to him with THAT kind of a hello; they were more obvious, more in-his-face. So call him pleasantly surprised when the subtle flirting was thrown his way, and an appreciative glint came into his eyes.

"If I say that I were looking for you, would that be too cliche?" Ben drawled in reply, an amused, lazy look sliding onto his face. "Because ma'am...you're definitely worth bravin' a 'place like this.'"

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[mephistopheles]

Meph smiled as Ben responded, it really wasn't that hard to get the boy's attention, especially in a body like this one. "Really, now? I guess this must be my lucky night, then!" The demon said in a casual, friendly tone, putting on the act of feeling flattered by Ben's compliments and brushing back her hair. Heh, just like his daddy, he was putty for beautiful women when they talked to him, and admittedly, given his looks not much different from his father's, that probably wasn't a rare thing in his life.

"I was gonna try and shoot a few on the pool table. Care to join me, maybe we can chat a little, seeing as how you, and I quote, consider me worth daring this place for?" The demon said with a slight flirt in her tone as she moved one slender hand up and pointed to the free table. "Unless of course you got better stuff to do."

[Ben Isaac Winchester]

Well, wasn’t this a nice surprise? The girl could retaliate sarcasm with flirtatious sarcasm. Was she one of those smart women who liked to look for the bad boys for some fun? The thought had a grin sliding onto the hunter’s face as he resisted the urge to puff out his chest. A devilish expression came to his eyes then, and he let one arm rest on the back of his seat.

He really should frequent the bars more often, he thought. Lately, he’d been finishing his hunts and retiring back to his motel room to await the next call. He’d become tired, lethargic, easily irritated…maybe they were symptoms of bar-bunny withdrawal? Either way, he was up for having some fun with the fiery brunette in front of him.

”I think I’m the lucky one, ma’am,” He drawled, giving her his best debonair smile. When she talked about shooting some pool, he glanced over at the tables in back. There was an empty one in the corner; perfect for some private ‘play,’ before he found out how much fun his new friend wanted to have that night. Sliding out of the bar, he lazily grabbed his bottle and motioned for her to proceed him.

”After you. I think I could manage to shoot some pool with you before I gotta get goin’. What’re the stakes? You can’t play pool without putting something on the table.”

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[mephistopheles]

The demon gave a playful laugh as Ben described himself the lucky one. "Cute and funny. Never a bad combination.." She said with a smile, leading him to the table of choice and gesturing for him to grab a cue as she set down the pool balls and lifted the triangle.

"Stakes? It all depends. What'd you have in mind?" She asked. "Tell ya what... I win, you gotta buy me the next drink. You win, well..." She said, coming closer and tilting her head a little. "Any ideas?" She could already tell Ben was ensnared. Her skirt and top hugging every curve of her body, her nylons and heeled boots accentuating her slender legs, her silky brown hair moving with every turn and tilt of the head. Even though he didn't wear girls that often, Mephistopheles knew how to make one look good, it was practically part of the job.

[Ben Isaac Winchester]

Well, didn’t this one know just the right things to say? She was petting his ego and giving him a right nice show, with that sexy grin and pert…lips. For a moment there, another face flashed into his mind and he paused…but hell, Makayla Rhys-Damara didn’t have any room in his current fantasy-come-true! It was just amazing how many beautiful women like this one were wandering around the earth, yet he kept on stumbling into the one girl who could drive him up the wall. Life was just funny, that way.

He was a bit scared as he scanned the crowd around her quickly. When he didn’t find that familiar face lurking about, getting ready to pounce, he relaxed and once again had his usual debonair smile on his lips. He didn’t have room for anything but this red haired beauty. Would she be as fiery as her appearance?

Little did the Hunter know…

”I have some ideas, but saying them aloud might be too…forward,” He drawled in reply. Finally, he slid out of the booth and motioned for her to proceed him toward the pool tables. There was an empty one in the corner, and he bit back a wide smile. Just his luck; a secluded part of the bar to have some fun in. God liked him tonight!

”After you, ma’am. My name’s Ben, by the way. I don’t think I caught yours.”

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[mephistopheles]

The demon grinned playfully as the hunter mentioned having a few ideas that were best not said around others. "Oh really, now... well I always do like a little mystery in my day. What's the fun of knowing everything that'll happen?" She asked with a shrug and studied their pool table. "Keep me entertained and I may not mind how forward or backward you're afraid it is."

Moving across from Ben, the demon leaned forward in a very provocative way, her cleavage well-flaunted by the low-cut red top she wore while she lined up her shot and broke the ball set, sending them scattering. He mentioned his name but the demon already knew it, she wouldn't have come over otherwise. Still, introductions were an order. "Angela." She said with a smile. "You get that for free, but my number' you'll have to really work for..." She warned, then passed him a cue. "Your turn!" She said, sitting herself atop another unoccupied table, hands gripping the sides and legs crossed as she watched him.

[Ben Isaac Winchester]

A wide grin was the only reply to the woman’s initial statement. Was that some kind of challenge? Could he keep her entertained, and win the happy ending when it was all over? Something predatory rose in his chest, and he couldn’t help the cocky expression from sliding onto his face. He was a Winchester and a lady’s man; of course he could keep the brunette interested for long enough to make that night a special one. She had all that swagger and a right nice wit…but could she keep up with him? Oh, he was just dying to find out.

Making a show of keeping his eyes on her face, Ben sauntered over to the little stand of pool cues next to where she was currently perched and snagged one for himself. Eyeing the table, he lined up his shot and sank one ball in a corner pocket, then took another. It was a miss, but he wasn’t playing for money this time; he could afford to lose a bit.

”You’re up, Angela.”

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