Ethan&Evan Brightman · @DaltonTweedles
30th May 2011 from Twitlonger
// Roy-Ben-Dwight Drabble: What Hunters Do. @DwightH_DaltonW
A crack of thunder and a whimper from the other side of the room.
“Alan!” Dwight bolted upright from where he’d been fast asleep. He was sitting in between the twins, who remained dreaming despite the noise of the storm.
Another whimper accompanied a thunder crack.
“Roy-Ben…?” Dwight mumbled, climbing over one of Evan’s long legs and out of bed silently.
He walked over to Roy-Ben’s bed, beginning to get nervous when he sifted through the various blankets and found his friend missing. He looked around anxiously before another crash of thunder echoed through the room.
Another noise, a heartbreaking mixture between a whimper and a whine came from Roy-Ben’s side of the room.
From under his bed.
Dwight reached for his holy water sprayer, aiming it under the bed as he leaned down to get a better look, and withdrawing it when he saw a pair of emerald eyes peering at him.
“Oh, Roy-Ben.” Dwight breathed, reaching under slowly and pulling the small freshman into his arms. Another crash of thunder and Roy-Ben whimpered again, balling his fists into the sophomore’s black t-shirt to attempt to grasp closure and hiding his face in the crook of Dwight’s neck.
“I’ve got you, little Oyster. I’m going to protect you. Because that’s…what hunters do.” Dwight said, suddenly sounding much older than 16.
Roy-Ben, who was so terrified of the massive storm he couldn’t speak, simply whimpered again and shuddered in the pale boy’s arms.
Dwight picked the shorter boy up easily, placing him back on his bed and wrapping a nearby blanket around him.
“Will you be okay for a second? I want to do something.” Dwight asked, kneeling by the bed.
Roy-Ben nodded pulling the blanket close around him and sitting Indian-style, leaning against the wall.
From under the twin’s bed, Dwight pulled a whole trunk of his things he kept just in case of an emergency.
Weapons, anti-demonic substances, tomes on protecting areas and people.
He dug through it for a minute or so until he pulled out three large canisters. One was clearly labeled ROCK SALT, while the other two were just a plain metal jars.
Dwight pulled a step-ladder from behind the twin’s door, not sure why the six-footers even needed one as he brought the handful of things back to Roy-Ben’s bedside.
Roy-Ben watched as Dwight grabbed the salt can and started pouring a salt circle around his bed with determined precision. He then set the labeled can aside and picked up one of the metal ones, shaking what looked like a bunch of leafy herbs in patterns all across the salt line. The sophomore stood back to admire his work, nudging a few stray leaves back in place with his socked foot before grabbing the step-ladder and the other metal can.
He stood on his tiptoes, just barely reaching the ceiling of the twin’s room as he dipped two fingers into the can, revealing the contents to be cobalt blue paint. He painted in straight, near perfect lines and symbols, his brow furrowed in concentration and murmuring chants in Latin as he did so.
After about half an hour of work on the ceiling, the superstitious hopped down from the ladder, wiping his blue-stained hands on his pants and setting all his materials aside.
Roy-Ben stared up at the ‘masterpiece’ that Dwight had produced just out of nowhere, the thunder still viciously raging on without any signs of letting up.
Dwight had drawn a full blown Devil’s Trap on the ceiling above Roy-Ben’s bed.
Something no one in Windsor had ever seen him do.
Dwight loved everyone in Windsor house and he would go to the ends of the earth to protect them, but the Devil’s Traps were always something reserved for protecting himself. He’d never drawn them for anyone else before. Possibly because no one else in the House had ever asked.
He sat down next to his still shivering friend with a tired-sort of sigh.
Roy-Ben hugged the older male around the waist tightly, surprising him.
“Thank you, Dwight.” The blonde murmured.
“Your welcome.” Dwight smiled, taking two of his protective medallions from around his neck and slipping them around Roy-Ben.
“…I don’t know what I would do without you.” Roy-Ben smiled, still tearing a bit from the fear, but also now from feeling so touched.
Dwight paused, eying Roy-Ben for a few moments. Roy-Ben was never really sure why Dwight stared at him like that sometimes. He would say a certain thing or a phrase and Dwight would give him this neutral look.
“…As a hunter, you know it’s my job to make everyone feel safe.” Dwight finally said with a smile, hugging the blonde close before he let out a stifled yawn.
“You should sleep.” Dwight sighed, laying back and still holding on to his friend.
And just like that, Roy-Ben was completely fast asleep, even snoring quietly with a content smile on his face.
/“I dunno what I’d do without you.” Alan had said to him with a grin while Dwight had perched him on his shoulders to steal salt from their mother’s pantry./
Dwight blinked, the strikes of lightning lighting up the white ceiling, feeling more comforted and protected at the sight of his Devil’s Trap.
He just had closed his eyes when he felt a warm breeze ruffle his hair, he didn’t even re-open them. The windows were shut tight, and he knew that. He knew where the breeze came from.
“Saving people. Hunting things. Just like we said, Alan.” Dwight murmured in the sudden silence with a soft, knowing smile on his face.
Saving people, making them feel welcome, happy and safe, sending malevolent spirits and demons packing.
Because that’s what hunters do.