Hodor was tired of carrying Bran's lazy ass around. Of course, the boy couldn't walk, however Hodor was tired of being seen as a horse. He knew he had value in his life, he was just waiting for someone else to see it.
Suddenly, there was an echoing crash of glass breaking further down the hall of the Stark house. With little interest, Hodor carried on his merry way to take Bran wherever the hell he boy was heavy on his back as the two walked along the cobblestone hallway. Hodor abruptly stopped when he heard a commotion up ahead.
"Son of a bitch!" A deep voice exclaimed. The voice was unfamiliar to Hodor, but had a seemingly calming tone to it. And it was sexy.
Hodor forgot about the heavy boy weighing down on his back and urged forward to get a clearer view of what was happening. He edged around the corner to see the voice's owner and was shocked by his muscular frame and short, tousled brown hair. The man seemed utterly unworldly, and Hodor was intrigued.
"Where the hell am I?" The man questioned. "Where's Sammy?"
Hodor, thought not having the slightest clue what the man was talking about wished to help. "Hodor."
"Excuse me?" He said in a biting manner.
"Hodor!" Hodor stepped forward and laid a comforting hand on his arm. Hodor tightened the grip on the outsider's bicep and tugged him out of the crowd that was beginning to form. The man stumbled along behind Hodor as they went into the inner chambers of the palace.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Hodor"
"I get it hodor, hodor. But what does it mean?" The gruff man snapped.
"Hodor!" Hodor explained.
"Fuckit. What's your name at least?"
"Hodor", Hodor told him.
"Okay then Hodor. I'm Dean. Dean Winchester." The man now known as Dean said.
They continued on their way to the destination that only Hodor knew. They ended up in a deserted looking room. Dean looked to Hodor with many questions that were begging to be answered, however Dean knew that there would be no answers to be gained from Hodor.
"Where am I?" The now tired Dean Winchester asked Hodor who gave no response. "Right…"
Hodor continued on through the room into a room that seemed to be connected to where they stood.
Dean hurried along behind Hodor, worried about losing track of the one person that had actually helped him since he had appeared in the strange world. When he got back to his own reality he would be giving Castiel such a large punishment that he wouldn't be able to walk for days.
"My baby!" Dean exclaimed once he peered into the next room. It was true. In the almost empty room sat Dean's very own 1967 Chevy Impala. It didn't appear to be damaged other than a small dent in the grill from where the car probably landed. Cas must have thrown it through so that Dean wouldn't be too lonely. It worked. Almost immediately, Dean's mood improved.
"Thanks for taking me here," Dean said to the male that he called Hodor.
The truth was that Hodor did not actually know that his car had appeared. He only wanted to take Dean to a more secluded area to get to know his body better.
Hodor brushed past Dean to get a closer look at the mechanical contraption that appeared to be owned by Dean. It was unlike anything that Hodor had ever seen before. He tapped on the front and heard the metallic ringing that echoed from the light tap.
Before he could register what had happened, Dean was hovering over the disabled boy who had been pressed against the car.
He gave no struggle as the muscular man slipped his pants off of his body. He was excited for this to happen. He had lusted after Dean for a short period of time, but he knew that he wanted him.
Dean flipped Hodor over before pushed his own pants and underwear down, just under his waist. This told Hodor that this would be fast.
With no preparation, Dean pushed himself into Hodor, who was in immense amounts of pain. How could something be so painful. He cried out, but Dean's hand only covered his mouth. He was not in the mood for some serious, deep sex. He wanted it hard and rough.
Again and again, Dean slammed his manhood into Hodor who could do nothing but wine.
A warm spurt was felt in his asshole before Dean pulled himself out and redid his clothing. He made it seem as if nothing had really happened, and Hodor had only imagined everything. He knew it was real from the pain and his position.
He picked himself up, off the car before pulling up his pants. It was at this time that he remembered that Bran was still on his back! The poor boy was frozen on him and it seemed as if he was too scared to move.
Right now Bran wished only to be pushed out of a tower.