Ever since Benny got out of Purgatory and went separate ways with Dean, he had been lonely. He lived in a small one bedroom apartment, worked at a small diner, drank blood samples from little baggies. He was clean, as promised, but not having a nest, or friends, or anyone in general was hard.

Not many new people came to the diner, it being a pretty small town, but today someone did. You walked in, taking a seat at the counter where Benny was.