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Seth awoke the next day from his stomach growling loudly. He slowly sat up and frowned, rubbing his stomach and glancing to Dean and Roman's kitchen. He stood and shuffled over to their room, reaching to knock softly on it.
The door swung open and Seth nearly punched Dean's face. He stopped, fear shining in his eyes as he took a small step back. Dean stared at him with half-lidded eyes. "Come with me" he ordered, heading down a different hall. Seth limped after him.
Dean stopped at the bathroom and calmly got a towel, rag, and a brand new toothbrush. "Take a shower, you smell like blood. If you feel like shaving or brushing your hair, the other grooming shit is in the medicine cabinet. I'm goin' to make breakfast. You allergic to anything, kid?" He questioned slowly. Seth shook his head and Dean nodded, leaving after petting his hair for a brief moment.
Seth stared at the door after it closed with his mouth agape, reaching up to gently place his hand where Dean's once was. A blush rose to his face. Petting was a sign of approval from a Dominant, right? Seth pursed his lips. He didn't know how a normal Dominant was supposed to behave and treat their Sub. Shaking his head, Seth started the shower water and gingerly took off the brace one of the guys had put on his ankle. It still hurt but someone had twisted it back into place so he could begin to heal. Seth limped into the stall, letting out a shaky breath at the burning hot of the water. He didn't dare change it though. He was lucky to have this. All he did was throw buckets of cold water on him from time to time. Seth finally relaxed, starting to wash his two toned hair. He made sure to wash a few times. He cringed at the amount of dirt and blood that had came out of his hair once he was done. Next, he watched every part of his body several times, hoping to scrub away any lingering feelings of HIM off.
In the kitchen, Dean was making eggs and bacon with a lollipop dangling from his lips. He heard the shower water stop and listened closely incase the kitten needed help. Dean scoffed at how soft that sounded.
"D-Dean,sir..." He heard Seth whimper. Dean paused, pale eyes darkening for a moment before he shook his head. No. This kitten just got here and no matter how sure Roman was, they needed to agree before either of them touched him.
"What do ya want?" He responded, purposely putting an edge back into his voice. There was a silence for a moment before Seth responded. "Dean, sir, I don't have any clothes...Do you want me to come out still?" Seth questioned. Dean shattered his lollipop with his teeth and forced back the wave of arousal and surprise that rolled over him. Wherever Seth came from, he was trained.
Trained, but abused.
Dean cursed under his breath. Whoever was his former Dominant had done something unforgivable. A Dominant should always take care of his Sub, no matter what. The condition Seth came to them in spoke volumes and the tremble in his voice showed how scared and nervous he was around everyone. Dean was brought out of his thoughts by that same voice.
"S-sir...?"
"Stay there, kid. I'll get something for you." Dean responded, heading into his and Roman's room. He fished out some of his old pajama pants and one of Roman's shirts before walking to the bathroom. Seth sat on the toilet covered in nothing but a towel, head down and hair covering his face, dripping. Dean placed the clothes down and grabbed a towel, kneeling in front of him. Seth startled. "S-Sir?" He stuttered. Dean spat the lollipop stick out and began to dry Seth's hair. Seth stayed quiet but Dean could hear the small mewls that slipped past his lips as his hands brushed over those mix-matched ears. They were two toned like Seth's hair.
"T-Thank you, sir" he whispered, cheeks red. Dean kissed his forehead and stood. "Dry your hair with the blowdryer, kid. It won't be good if you got a cold. Roman and I will get some clothes for you later" he told him before leaving once again. Dean turned and ran his fingers through his hair, quickly making his way back to finish breakfast. Roman was still dead to the rest of the world in bed.
Just as Dean was finishing the pancakes, Seth came into the kitchen, eyes downcast. His hair was dry and tied up in a small bun. He fidgeted under Dean's gaze. Dean walked over and lifted his face, staring into his eyes. Seth immediately looked away but Dean shook his head.
"Look at me, Seth."
Seth's eyes grew and he looked back to the auburn, mouth agape. That was the first time Dean had called him by his name. "You're safe with us. You don't have to avoid our eyes" he said calmly. Seth bit his lips, brows furrowing in confusion. "But...sir, you and Roman are Dominants...I...I should stay in my place..." He whispered. Dean felt rage bubble up in him. Someone had nearly broken Seth, he could tell. Dean gave his head a pet and Seth mewled, his tail curling around Dean's waist and pulling them closer. Dean chuckled when Seth pulled away as if he'd been burned. He stared at Dean with wide eyes, waiting to be struck. Nothing.
"Do me a favor, Seth. Go wake up Rome" Dean nodded before going to make their plates. Seth shuffled into the room and saw Roman sleeping soundly, head turned and his hair covering his face. His chest was bare and Seth could almost hear the power rumbling within with every breath he took. Seth quietly padded over and shook Roman's tattooed arm. "Sir, it's time to wake up." He muttered. Roman didn't do so much as twitch. Seth shook him a bit harder and got no response. He contemplated going to Dean and telling him that Roman wouldn't wake up but he felt as if that was unacceptable. He carefully moved Roman's hair away from his face and shook his arm again. "Please wake up" he mumbled. Roman grabbed his wrist and Seth let out an unmanly shriek as he was pulled under the Samoan in an instant. He stared up into Roman's steel eyes in shock and fear. Roman had him pinned but Seth noticed he could still move and the pin didn't hurt nearly as much as he was used to. It was almost...comforting having the man's warmer body so close. Roman looked agitated for a moment but it went away when he noticed it was Seth. He just slightly bumped their noses together.
"Hi." He greeted, voice rough from being half asleep. Seth averted his eyes. "H-Hi..." He stammered. Roman let him go and rolled off of him, standing and stretching. Seth couldn't help but to watch he way his muscles rippled with every movement. Then he noticed, with a blush, he was laying in Dean and Roman's bed, his nose picking up both male's scents all at once. Seth had to fight not to bury himself in the covers. He followed Roman out and the Samoan gave Dean a kiss on the cheek before heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Seth sat Indian-style on his chair and thanked Dean when the slightly older man placed his food in front of him. Seth hadn't noticed how hungry he was until he saw he had finished his plate before Roman even returned. The largest man arched a brow and he blushed. "I-I don't remember when the last time I got to eat was...s-sorry" he muttered. Roman's face went expressionless but Dean knew better. He could tell by the tenseness of his jaw and the way his fingers twitched that the large man was angered. Roman's eyes flickered over to his and he gave a small nod that Seth didn't notice since he was digging into his second plate of food.
||In Hunter's Office||
John and Randy calmly entered Hunter's office, both men staring at him with serious fire in their eyes. Hunter leaned back in his chair and spoke; "you've got a lead" he stated rather than asked. John nodded.
"Two days ago, a hybrid staggered to our apartment at about 3am. He was bloody and just about dead. When we took him to your clinic, he started acting, jumpy." John paused, watching Hunter's reaction. There wasn't one. Randy picked up. "Our boy asked to speak with him alone and he gave bits and pieces of what happened to him. We believe the kid escaped from Taker" he said calmly. Hunter stood, leering at both men before a smile came to his face. John and Randy knew what he was going to say before he even said it.
"Bring him to me."
||Back to Seth||
Seth stared down at his injured ankle with a frown. He could walk, yes, but he wasn't nearly in the shape he wanted to be in. The hybrid let out a sigh and was about to drift back off to sleep when Roman approached him. "Seth, let me take a look at your ankle" he said, voice quiet but it left no room for discussion. Seth wasn't about to disobey either. He carefully lifted his foot and Roman grabbed it carefully, his hands warm.
"This might hurt a bit"
"Wait wha-FUCK!" Seth screamed out, fingers instinctively latching onto Roman's locks and pulling when a jolt went through his ankle. Then it was gone. Seth's eyes grew wide when he looked down at Roman, realizing he had done something bad. Roman's eyes slowly rose to meet his and Seth was terrified. He couldn't read the larger man's expression.
Seth bolted under the coffee table and trembled. "I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to! P-please d-don't kill m-me!" He sobbed, tears rolling freely down his face. Dean appeared from the bathroom and leaned against the wall, shooting Roman a look clearly saying he wasn't intending to help in the slightest.
Roman quietly walked over and lifted the coffee table with one hand, picking Seth up with the other. Seth trembled violently and sobbed, mumbling rushed apologies so fast Roman wasn't even sure he was still speaking English. He grabbed a tissue from the box and wiped Seth's eyes before holding it to his nose. "Blow" he ordered gently. Seth hesitated but did as he was told. Roman tossed the soiled tissue away and kissed Seth's forehead before moving away. Seth stood there in shock. "Y-You're not gonna p-punish me?" He questioned, voice raspy. Dean finally moved, giving him a water bottle. "For what? Roman's got some kickass healing powers but he knows they hurt like a bitch. All you did was pull his hair. I broke his jaw once when he healed my broken leg. You didn't do anything wrong" he shrugged, not seeming at all sorry to admitting that he'd broken his lover's jaw. Seth looked to Roman, who was rubbing his jaw at the memory but otherwise nodding.
There was a knock and Dean made his way over to the door, seeing John there. He arched a brow and John took his hat off, rubbed his head, and firmly returned it before meeting Dean's eyes. Roman and Dean knew that was a sign that he was serious. Roman quietly appeared at Dean's side. "What?" Dean questioned. John exhaled.
"Hunter wants to see him."
Seth froze, knowing they were talking about him. Dean's nonchalant look broke and he looked at Roman with a mix of confusion, rage, and surprise. Roman kept his face blank. "Why?" He responded. John sighed. "Evan thinks Seth escaped from Taker" he said. Dean's eyes snapped over to Seth and Seth flinched, backing away. Roman nodded and walked over to Seth. The boy took a few steps away. "Y-you're taking me back?!" He shrieked, panic overcoming him. Roman shook his head. "Trust me, that's the last thing we'd do. We all hate Taker and his goons. Hunter just wants to have a few words with you. He's been desperately seeking justice against Taker and his band of misfits since they killed his wife and children. Dean and I won't let anything happen to you, Seth" he said calmly. Seth relaxed slightly and nodded, following Roman and Dean out to John's car where they drove in silence. Seth chewed on his bottom lip and replayed that one phrase over and over in his mind.
'Dean and I won't let anything happen to you, Seth'
