The jagged branches of Purgatory clawed at Dean's jacket as he cut down a leathery, snarling beast, its black liquid spraying hot across his face and the damp earth. Benny was right there beside him, fangs bared in a feral grin, dealing with another creature with brutal efficiency. The fight ended in a haze of snarls and crunching bone, leaving them both panting amid remains. Dean wiped his mouth, heart hammering, but the vampire's eyes locked on his with that familiar, patient hunger.

“You fight like you wanna lose control, brother," Benny murmured, stepping close enough that Dean felt the cool press of his chest. Dean's protests died in his throat as Benny's hand fisted in his hair, yanking him down to his knees against the mossy ground. "That's it. Give in." Benny's dominance wrapped around him like chains, the vampire shoving Dean's face against his thigh before hauling him up and pinning him to a gnarled trunk. Dean's jeans were shoved down in one rough tug, his cock springing free, already hard and leaking despite the words spilling out—"This ain't... damn it, Benny"—as Benny's fingers wrapped around him, stroking with deliberate pressure. Benny took him hard and fast from behind, one hand clamped over Dean's mouth to muffle the groans, the other gripping his hips hard enough to bruise while fangs grazed his neck in teasing promise. The stretch burned sweet and deep, Benny's thick cock driving in with possessive thrusts that left Dean shaking, his own arousal slicking Benny's palm as he jerked him in time. Dean came with a choked curse, spilling over Benny's fist, the vampire following with a low growl, filling him in hot pulses that made Dean's knees buckle.

Afterward, Dean shoved him off with shaking hands, yanking up his pants and muttering, "That was a one-time thing. We find Cas, we get out—no more of this." Benny just smirked, wiping his mouth, but the air between them crackled still as they pressed on through the underbrush. A fresh wound on Dean's side from the fight throbbed, and Benny's hand lingered there to steady him, fingers brushing bare skin under the torn shirt, the contact sparking heat again amid the endless gray fog.

Benny's fingers traced the edge of the wound with deliberate care, his cool touch sending a jolt straight through Dean's core that had nothing to do with pain. Dean swallowed hard, the gray fog pressing in around them like a living thing, but he didn't pull away this time. The vampire's presence was a steady anchor amid the chaos, and the memory of their last encounter still burned hot under his skin, making every brush of contact feel loaded with promise. They pressed deeper into the underbrush, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and blood, until a narrow crevice in the rocky terrain caught Benny's eye—a hidden shelter, half-hidden by twisted roots.

Inside the cramped space, the world narrowed to the two of them, the distant howls of Purgatory's monsters fading into irrelevance. Benny's hand slid lower, pressing Dean back against the rough wall with quiet authority. "Let me take care of that for you," he murmured, voice low and edged with that patient hunger, before producing a length of scavenged vine from his belt. Dean's breath hitched, his protests weak even to his own ears as Benny bound his wrists above his head, the restraint firm but not cruel, pinning him in place. The vampire's mouth followed, hot and demanding, trailing down Dean's neck to nip at the pulse point while his hands worked Dean's jeans open, freeing his thickening cock to the cool air. Strokes came slow and teasing at first, building the tension until Dean's hips jerked forward, seeking more, his body betraying the stubborn walls he'd tried to keep intact.

Benny dropped to his knees with a wicked grin, taking Dean deep into his throat in one smooth motion, tongue working the underside as he held Dean's thighs spread wide. The restraint made every sensation sharper, the vulnerability twisting into something Dean craved despite himself, his moans echoing softly off the stone. Fingers slicked with spit pushed inside him next, stretching and curling just right, while Benny's free hand stroked his own cock in rhythm. "That's it, let go," Benny urged, voice muffled but insistent, and Dean shattered around him, coming hard down the vampire's throat. As they caught their breath afterward, tangled close in the shelter, a faint angelic sigil carved into the wall caught Dean's eye—fresh, deliberate, pointing toward a rift that might lead to Cas.

Dean's gaze lingered on the sigil a moment longer, its faint glow cutting through the dim shelter like a promise he couldn't ignore, before he tugged at the vine still binding his wrists. Benny's cool fingers worked the knots free with deliberate slowness, letting the restraint fall away as their eyes met in the charged quiet. "We should move," Dean muttered, voice rough from the release, but the vampire's hand stayed on his thigh, grounding him. They slipped back into the fog-choked pass, the air heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the distant snarls of Purgatory's beasts, Dean's pulse still thrumming from how completely he'd surrendered to Benny's control.

A pack of snarling, leathery creatures burst from the undergrowth without warning, claws slashing through the mist as they lunged in coordinated fury. Dean and Benny fell into sync without a word, the hunter's blade flashing while the vampire's strength pinned one beast long enough for Dean to drive his weapon home, their bodies brushing in the chaos with an intimacy that went beyond combat. Sweat slicked Dean's skin, his muscles burning from the fight, and in the aftermath of the last creature's death rattle, Benny pressed close, his breath cool against Dean's ear. "I ain't just after the ride out, you know," the vampire said, voice low and steady, laced with something deeper than hunger. "This thing between us... it's got roots now. I'd tear through every monster in this hell to keep you close, Dean. You're more than a means to an end."

The confession hung between them as they pressed onward toward the rift, but the tension coiled tighter when Benny spotted another secluded alcove carved into the rock. He guided Dean inside with a firm hand on the small of his back, the hunter's resistance melting under the weight of those words. "On your

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