Ben didn’t really know what he was doing, but he found himself at the Winchesters house, on the porch, about to knock on the damn door. He took a deep breath and picked at the fabric on his shirt for a moment before actually building up the courage to lift his hand and knock three times. Maybe nobody was home, maybe nobody heard him.. He started to turn back down the porch steps. Bed didn’t know why he was nervous, there was no reason to be. Hell, he didn’t even know why he was here.