[ Benny watches the shift - those golden eyes, dark-pupiled and burning bright, and doesn't flinch. Not out of bravado, just... well. He’s seen some shit. Damn if the kid doesn’t wear the power like a threat, though. Like armor. ]

Suppose that makes sense. [ He huffs a faint sound, not quite a laugh. ] Not always easy, talking about the bad stuff. Sometimes it's easier to keep your head forward and the past back where it belongs.

[ He angles a look at Jack, watching as the glow fades, still not spooked but certainly a little on edge. He has absolutely no doubt this kid could turn him into ash and he's so not in the mood for that. He's been fighting like a demon to get outta Purgatory for years and now that he's here, he's not about to go back. If that's even where he'd go, dyin' in a place like this.

Jack's question lands soft, but there's still hesitation, the weight back in Benny's chest. He's not thrilled about saying it, about coming out of the monster closet, but if this kid isn't lying and he's really a Winchester, he's gonna find out at some point. He scratches at his jaw, then finally shrugs like it doesn't much matter, cause it doesn't. ]

Vampire. Don’t feed like usual anymore, haven’t in a long time. Don’t plan to start, either. I drink blood, but I don't eat people.

[ A slow smile creeps in, wry and tired. ]

I appreciate the mercy, though. Would've hated to make you feel guilty for atomizin' me.