SKINS – GEN 4 – SERIES 7 – 7.02: DEAN
If you are reading this, chances are you liked the first episode so decided to read on, if you did then you are amazing :) So here it is the next episode, hope you enjoy, 7.02: Dean. For those new to this it is the second episode in my Skins Gen 4 Fanfic, the first one is 7.01: Gemma.
Disclaimer: Skins is the property of E4 and it's respectful owners, but the characters and the stories seen here are mine.
Dean Winton's alarm blared a horrible buzzing throughout his room at 5:30 in the morning. He sat up in bed, and slammed the alarm wearing only boxers. His room looked average to his eyes, fairly neat, a football lying around somewhere, a good collection of Manchester United, Saw and Megan Fox posters.
He chucked off his cupboard and walked over to his wardrobe, throwing open the door and grabbing out his sport shirt and shorts. Every morning he would exercise for an hour, it was important to keep in shape and maintain health, that's how he understood his life, have fun, but keep good and strong.
The exercise was so common to him now that it all raced by in a blur, just a blur of treadmills and weights and pushups, while his ears were ravished by dubstep.
He walked into his clean, white kitchen where everything was neatly stacked and organized, got out a bowl of wholegrain cereals and chopped up banana's on top of it, before pouring in low-fat milk and beginning to shovel down mouthfuls, he chucked his sweat-stained sports shirt over the back of one of the barstools next to the kitchen bench.
Next to him was the newspaper, Headline: New Carbon Tax? Britain's Biggest Plunge, details page 6. He reached inside to wear another section lay with a much more pleasing headline, Headline: Manchester United Thrashes Everton, details page 4, he flipped open page 4 and lay it across the bench, reading through the satisfying report while swallowing a chunk of banana.
At that moment a large man in a suit much too small for him, with a thick moustache and badly combed back hair came striding in to the room, looking around the place. "Simone! Where are the exam papers?"
"What exam papers?" responded a woman's voice.
"The one's that Craig dropped round on Sunday, you bleeding oaf!" he roared back.
"Well, I haven't seen them"
Dean looked up at the monstrous figure slamming around the house. He looked back at Dean, "How are you today Dean? Exercised?"
"Yes", said Dean staring back down at the newspaper.
"How is your girlfriend? What's her name? Sally! How's Sally?" he said chucking away a bunch of papers.
Dean clunked his spoon down, "It's Samantha, Dad, she's fine," he said bitterly, before returning to his newspaper.
Dean's Dad put his hands upon the bench and leaned over, "You know, you can tell me things son, I'm here to listen."
"Ok, Dad", Dean said without looking up, his tone increased.
His Dad went back to slamming around the place, "Simone! You sodding woman! Get the fuck in here!"
A small, thin, spindly woman walked in wearing an apron. The face of Dean's father was now a bright red, as he frowned in disgust, "Where have you put my exam papers?"
"Phil" she said calmly, "I have not seen your…"
"No!" he burst out, pointing a finger at her, the whole house tremored with every word he said, "Don't give me this, you have misplaced it! If you don't have it when I get home, then piss will rain down, have you got that?"
Simone was shivering and nodded her head, "Good, now find it! I'm off to work, top effort from every one today! Remember Dean! One day, you'll be the man of the house."
"Looking forward to it." Dean said sarcastically.
Phil then stormed out of the house and Dean looked around as he slammed the door, then up to his mother, "You don't have to take this shit from him."
She stood there shaking silently, Dean scraped the barstool along the floor standing up and went over to hug her, "You can't let him do this to you."
She turned to him with a look on her face like a scared child, "But how do I get him to stop?"
Dean smiled, "If he does it again, I'll kick him in the nuts."
Simone laughed and then drew a solemn face, "You shouldn't talk about your father like that," she got to work looking around the living room, "After all he is the man of the house."
"Doesn't mean he actually does anything for us" Dean slung his shirt across his back, "I've got to get ready now and then leave quickly, me and Paulie are heading into town to grab Drew and go to a café."
"Alrighty then, have fun!" she said without turning around, and Dean trotted up the stairs.
Dean walked along happily, whistling to himself as he reached Paulie's house, a sizable two-story house with a somewhat pale-blue tone to it. Dean leant forward and rapped pleasantly along the door.
A man in a checkered shirt with glasses and tidy hair answered the door, "Ah, good morning Dean, been behaving yes?"
"Of course Mr. Preston" said Dean with a smirk, "Always my very best."
"Come in," gestured Mr. Preston with a straight hand, "Paulie is upstairs getting ready."
Dean walked on in and up the stairs. Paulie's room was unlocked so he quietly opened the door and saw Paulie sitting on the bed with his head turned, as he spoke quietly to himself, "I don't think we should rush anything, but if you really want to, then I will do whatever you want…" and he leaned forward to kiss the air.
A ferocious laugh came up Dean's throat, but he blocked it with great force, "Blimey, Crawly Paulie, our morning routines are quite different."
Paulie turned around in shock at the door, "Dean! Shit!"
Dean let out a spaced laugh, "Come on, boy-o, we've gotta go. You said you'd be ready."
Paulie sighed with a grumpy look across his face, "I'll be out in a minute, I've gotta fix my hair."
"Alright, don't go back to making out with Miss. Titilicious, or whatever her name is," said Dean with a cackle.
Dean and Paulie walked along a well-polished white corridor, lined with a moody blue carpet floor, both with hands in jacket-pockets.
Dean looked ahead, "Do you know what I think?"
"What?" Said Paulie looking at him.
"April Shearsby." Said Dean with a high smile.
Paulie sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Come on think about it Pauls, she's kinda hot, curly brown hair, and a decent enough rack, she'll settle for guys like you and I hear she's great in the sack."
Paulie looked down miserably, "Nobody is into guys like me, unless they are into toilets."
Dean laughed, "Haha, good one Paulie D!"
"Fuck off Dean."
Dean looked ahead unpleasantly, "Drew, better be fucking up or I'll punch his ass in."
Dean hammered on door number 621, and put his ear to the door, "It's unlocked! Come in!" came a voice from inside accompanied with a nasally acoustic guitar.
Dean pushed open the door slightly; it was a well-kept, white-wall apartment, though fairly small. Drew lay across one of two black-leather couches, his fingers running over the frets of a 12-string guitar in rapid motion letting off a pleasant, dreamy song.
"Good! Your ready!" said Dean, "I was just about to say, if you'd forgotten…"
"I'd be up anyway," said Drew as he turned his head back, "But probably not here…"
"Where would you be?" said Paulie confused.
Drew shrugged and turned back to his guitar, "Somewhere."
Dean strolled in and slumped himself on the couch, "Have you got any cigs? I'm getting cravings."
Drew shook his head not looking up, "Not here, I don't usually smoke at home."
Dean frowned, "Why, you don't have anybody around to go off at you."
Drew shrugged, "Don't feel like it, there are better things," he looked up, "Like these babies!"
He reached his hand forward and scooped out of a black bowl full of skittles.
Paulie's eyes shot open, "Oh fuck yes! Skittles!" as he ran over and grabbed a hand full.
Dean threw his head back over the couch, "You guys are a bunch of little, kiddily, pussies." He pointed at Paulie, "You spend your morning practicing what it would be like to have a shag, and then praying and apologizing to your Dad every time you say nob."
Paulie scowled at Dean, "And you!" said Dean chucking his hand in Drew's direction who obviously wasn't paying attention, "Live entirely on your own in a pretty decent place and you just get up and be Eric Clapton for two fucking hours, I mean seriously when was the last time you did a lap around the block, or even watched some fucking television."
Drew's eyes shot up at Dean, "I find this much more pleasing, I don't need to see who got kicked off fucking X-factor, if I really wanted some entertainment, I'd probably read a Charles Dickens novel."
Dean snorted, "The fuck Drew? Who gets entertained reading fucking Spot the Dog?"
Drew sat there mouth open in incredulity, "Charles Dickens, wrote Moby Dick, Tom Sawyer, not fucking Spot the Dog."
"Whatever!" said Dean throwing his shoulders up, "It's not my fault, I don't know fucking kids books! In the mornings I do intense work out to get the boys going," he said slapping his arms, "And if I want to entertain myself, I play football, or go for a jog, or drink, or shag, or at least have a wank for fucks sake."
Drew shook his head and went back to playing guitar, "You're unbelievable Dean."
Dean slapped his legs and stood up, "Right enough of fucking eastenders, we're going out for breakfast, that's why we are here."
Paulie shook his head and shut his eyes briefly, "No, hold on, you said earlier, you'd already had breakfast, why did you have breakfast before."
Dean looked around with a dumb look across his face, "I'm proper fit, I need tonnes of food."
The three of them sat outside the café after finishing their meals, Paulie had waffles, Dean had the lot with sausage, egg and bacon, and Drew just had a coffee. They now sat outside with cigarettes in hand, taking puffs of smoke, floating up through the skyscrapers as traffic zoomed past and people shuffled along the sidewalk.
Dean flicked his cigarette as he got both of their attention, "OK, so party at Callum's on Friday night, yeah? Apparently it's a surprise party for his girlfriend, he has a really nice backyard pad along the river. I reckon it's just an excuse to lose his V-card, but beside the point, I don't know if you've seen her, this terrific brunette, her name is "Carly Henderson", she is fiiiiiiiiiine, I reckon that's a good chance to get with her, plenty of places for a good shag."
Drew looked shocked and slammed his hand on the table, "Dean! What about fucking Sam! Your fucking girlfriend!"
Dean cackled, "Pffft! Of course I'll fuck her first, but after that when she's too wasted."
Drew shook his head, "No, no I won't let you, she's not just your girlfriend, she's our friend!"
Dean stopped laughing and sat back, "You're right, why did I say that" he threw his head into his hands "The fuck is wrong with me?"
Drew's look faded into one of concern, "Is there something your not telling us."
Dean looked up and straight ahead, "It's like… I dunno there's something I'm missing and I keep having these fits, not of like rage or anything, but of like… dickheadness, I keep getting set off."
He rubbed out his cigarette in the ash tray, "It's like something is gonna happen, something big, I can feel it."
Paulie looked puzzled, "You do love Sam right?"
Dean's eyes opened wide in a sort of worried look, "Yeah, course I do, course I love Sam" he repeated to himself, "I love Sam, I love Sam, I love Sam."
"Right" said Drew, as he inhaled another a large breath of his cigarette.
Dean looked around the table, trying to change the subject, "Done the coursework, yeah? For Psychology?"
"Shit" said Paulie.
Drew shut his eyes in annoyance, "Fuck."
Dean slammed his hands on the table as he cackled, "Ha-ha, sucked in you little fuckers!" he sat back with his hands around his head quite pleased with himself, "Nah, doesn't matter, that Stonem guy is a little pussy anyway."
Drew scowled and looked at Dean, "The guy is a fucking genius; you just don't know him yet."
Dean frowned, "The guy doesn't get angry at anything and he acts all mystical like he knows stuff."
Drew let out a wisp of smoke, "He was just like us you know."
"What do you mean?" asked Paulie.
"5 years back, when he was in Roundview, he was a prick who went around to parties having fun and messing up peoples lives."
Dean laughed, "That tosser? He probably still lives in his mum's basement, spending his nights wanking to old porn tapes."
Drew rolled his eyes leaning back on his chair.
"Fine!" Dean slammed his hand upon the table, "I bet you 10 quid, I can't get him angry at me today."
"You're an idiot," said Dean shaking his head, "So that's a yes" he grabbed Dean's hand firmly and shook it.
Dean cackled, "Haha, Paulie taking witness!" he pointed straight at Paulie, who looked shocked by the sudden attention.
The three of them sat back in their chairs, Paulie's mind elsewhere, Drew pissed off with Dean and Dean sat smug and pleased, but underneath he felt a little odd, as he started to notice things he had said.
I've noticed while writing Dean's character that he hasn't exactly stuck 100% to what I originally planned and has drifted a bit more towards a sort of Cook character and even the other 2 to some extent have drifted towards Freddie and JJ which isn't what I intended, but their uniqueness will soon become clear and what we get out of Dean is going to be exceptionally interesting, so keep reading!