Percy got out of bed once he fought down his guilt at what he did with Dean last night. He got dressed, feeling blood run down his back at the cuts that Dean made before frowning as he saw the blood on his bed from his back. His throat still hurt from the choking treatment Dean gave him when he woke him up. He would worry about the sheets after he took a shower. Grabbing some clean clothes, he grumbled at how sore he was on his back, hips, neck, and ass.
He went into the bathroom in the bunker, wondering for the hundredth time why they couldn't get showers in their rooms. He made sure to lock the door behind him before stripping out of his clothes. He looked at all the bruises on his body and bit down on his lip since he actually liked the bruises on his skin and he knew that he shouldn't since it was wrong but even as a kid he had more than brotherly feelings for Dean.
He remembered the cuts on his back and turned to look at whatever Dean cut into him. His eyes widened as he seen what he wrote and swallowed hard, knowing he couldn't forget about what happened now. Property of DW. Was written on his back and he kinda wanted to cry because Sam would fix Dean and Percy wouldn't be able to be shirtless around them now like he normally was. Being a werewolf made his body run hotter than most so he wore little clothing when they were in the bunker.
He turned on the water and stepped into it, hissing in pain as the water hit his open wounds. He knew it would scar since Dean was a demon at the moment so his wolf healing wouldn't kick in unless his life was threatened like when he was choking him. He sighed as he washed his body before letting the water rise him off. Washing his hair, he closed his eyes but they flew back open when he saw Dean's black eyes in his mind, causing him to feel fear.
After an hour, he got out of the shower since he knew he couldn't spend all his life in it. He wrapped a towel around his waist and wiped off the mirror, thinking about what he was going to do. He had to get as far away from Dean as possible, not wanting to keep remembering what they did and be a reminder of what Dean's demon self did.
Getting dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a black shirt with a black and white plaid shirt over it, he swallowed hard as he picked up his other clothes and made his way back to his room, freezing as he spotted Dean at the end of the hall. He could see his older brother's eyes widen and dart down to the bruises on his neck, making Percy feel more guilty since he had sex with Dean on his own free will and Dean wasn't in control of his actions when they had sex. He quickly used his speed to get to his room and lock the door, hearing a knock on it a few minutes later. "Percy? Open the door." Dean's voice was oddly soft as he spoke.
Percy swallowed hard but ignored Dean as he started packing up his stuff, trying to ignore the stinging in his eyes and the feeling that he wanted to break down and cry. He couldn't live near Dean, he couldn't look at is older brother without feeling guilty and ashamed of himself for what they did. It was wrong and Percy should've stopped it but he knew Dean as a demon wouldn't have let it stop so he gave in to his desires even if it was wrong. He tried to tell himself that they were half brothers but that didn't make it better, they were still brothers.
The alpha listened to Dean leave before sneaking out to his 1969 cherry red with black strips Mustang before slipping inside and opening the door so he could get out. He drove as quickly and as far as he could. He didn't stop for two days before he had to sleep. In that time he had sixteen missed calls from Dean, twenty-four from Sam with about fifty texts from both. Castiel tried to call him too but gave up after the third time which he was grateful for since the angel understood that he needed time to himself.
He knew that Sam wouldn't let Dean out of his sight so he was in the clear for the moment. He stopped for the night in a little town outside of Dallas, Texas the last place his brothers would look for him. He used a credit card that they didn't know he had or the name it was under. He got into his room and threw his bag on the bed, reading the text messages from Sam and Dean. Sam's were mostly worried about if Percy was mad at him for not telling him about Dean and worried about where he was, which he ignored. Dean's however were mostly drunk messages saying how sorry he was that Percy was embarrassed to be around him now and how he didn't regret what they did even if he was a demon at the time. He was pretty sure Dean regretted sending them afterwards.
The last one hit Percy the hardest though, Come home, Percy. I love you and I'm sorry for everything. It read and Percy had to choke back a sob, putting his hand over his mouth and letting the tears fall as he shook. He gripped on to the chair as he tried to stop crying. He shouldn't feel this way about Dean but he couldn't help it. He clicked on Castiel's name and sent a text saying he was okay and safe, not hunting like they thought he was.
He went to the local store and bought two bottles of Whiskey before going back to the hotel room and drinking them straight out of the bottle, being a Winchester thought him many things and holding his alcohol was one of them, though being a werewolf meant he couldn't get drunk that's why he dumped a bit of wolves bane into it letting it burn his throat as it went down. He stumbled into the bathroom while stripping off his shirt and throwing it to the ground. He saw the bruises were a yellowish-green color now before turning to see the curving on his back was scabbed up and still sensitive to touch.
He went and passed out on his bed after kicking off his shoes and wiggling out of his pants, hoping for a dreamless sleep.
