SKINS – GEN 4 – SERIES 7 – 7.02: DEAN
Still reading? Good work ;) I'm now writing this late at night and it's quite painful as I haven't talked to anyone in a while and I think I'm going to slowly spiral into madness, see if you can depict sections of writing that have been affected by my madness.
Dean arrived at Samantha's house, the early night was just settling in and the grass blew west, pleasantly enjoying the breeze.
I bit his tongue as he stared up at her house; there, on the top floor, was her window with the light pouring out, she was obviously in her room.
Dean clicked his fingers cleverly and bent down and picked up a few small smooth stones lying along the grass.
He pulled back his arm and pitched them at the window, it bounced off with a steady clink, and he continued to do this, pulling back his arm and releasing it, as the small stone's would bounce firmly off the window.
Just as he was about to throw the fifth a figure walked over to the window and unlocked it swinging the two windows outwards.
Dean smiled but this quickly dropped as Rachel O'Keefe opened her window wearing only a bathrobe, with her wet dripping hair tied back, she leaned against the sill and looked down at Dean standing palely on the lawn, "The Fuck you playing at?" she asked.
Dean bit his lip, "Sorry, I was meant to get Sam, I'm her boyfriend." He gestured towards himself.
Rachel shook her head, "She doesn't want to see you anymore, now go away."
Dean looked saddened, "I need to see her."
Rachel shut her eyes and drew a sigh of annoyance, "She's round the side, but don't throw rocks again, you wanker!"
Dean put his head down low and walked around the side, as Rachel slammed her windows shut.
Dean went around the left of the house, where another light shone similar to the one out the front, but remembered what Rachel had said about chucking stones and thought it best not to do that again.
There was a pipe with clearly defined rings along the side that could be just enough support for a foot, he made incredible grunting sounds as he climbed up the side along the rings to reach her window, when he reached the fourth ring, he leaned over and held onto the window sill.
Samantha lay across her bed, still looking rather glum, her legs crossed and also in a bathrobe, except with her hair out and her laptop across her knees.
Dean rapped heavily along the window, Samantha jumped and looked over to see Dean idiotically waving, before his face changed to one of fear and he slipped and fell with an almighty scream and thud. Sam ran over to the window quickly unlocking it and peering outside to see Dean sprawled out across the grass, wincing and rubbing his head.
Her eyes were wide open, "Dean, what the fuck?"
He tried to smile, "I wanted to see you."
She stood for a minute, before sighing, "Alright come in through the back door."
Dean sat on her bed as Samantha searched through his hair and then sat back and shook her head, "No, your fine, you did land on grass after all."
He let out a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness for that."
Samantha peered around to see his face, "Dean, why are you here?"
He turned around with a look of anxiety on his face, "I wanted to apologize, for you know… being a dickhead?"
Sam smiled, "Yeah?"
Dean smiled back, "I don't like seeing you sad."
"Show me you love me." Said Sam staring hard at him.
Dean grinned and leant forward to kiss her, she held his face as she kissed him back, Dean put his hands on her robe and slowly slid it off, before she grabbed it and quickly slid it back on.
"Woah, Dean, What are you doing?" she looked at him a bit appalled.
Dean looked confused as he looked around the room, "Showing you I love you."
She looked at him sarcastically, "What, by shoving your dick in me."
He nodded, "Yeah, we're boyfriend and girlfriend, we shag, that's what we do."
"Are you serious? That's what love is to you?"
He looked puzzled again, "Um… yeah… now come here." He grinned as he leaned in again.
Samantha gave him a shove in the chest, "Dean, get the fuck out."
Dean frowned, "Right," he jumped off the bed, and yelled as he walked out, "I'm sick of fucking all of yous, fuck all of you, just… fuck!" He slammed the door as he walked out.
The music throbbed loud and a blur of colour swept the floor as people jumped up and down but no defined shape could be seen, Dean had lost count of the number of drinks he had and he had already sniffed 2 lines, well at least he thought he had and now he had become another shape moving back and forth on the floor as the music throbbed throughout the club and a swirl of black and fluro lit up the floor. But dancing wasn't enough; he wasn't done with the night.
A brunette with a messy ponytail, a loose white shirt and torn shorts jumped up and down to his right, she looked like she was jumping with her friends, but Dean could tell she had been separated from them.
He now came up behind her and she made no resistance against as their dance moves became one massive grind on the club floor, and as it goes, no-one noticed, they generally don't at a place like a club.
As she turned around he shouted to her, "I'm Dean!"
"Jessica!" she shouted back.
"You know what?"
"What?"
"Fuck names!" he shouted
She laughed, "Fuck names!"
"You want to have some real fun?"
"Fuck yes!" she screamed.
Dean took her head and led her out of the crowd and up a flight of steel stairs, their feet clanking clumsily as they dragged them up.
Clubs like these were full of dark spots, and shady corners, specifically for this purpose.
She pushed him against the wall and started snogging his face off. Dean happily went along with this, as he lifted her up skirt and she reached for his fly.
Within minutes their bodies moved back and forth to the throbbing of the vicious music with him holding her against the wall, he closed his eyes and began to grunt and sweat, as she let out high-pitch wails that went along with the keyboard's wail.
His breathing remained heavy after he was done as he slid down along the wall. She panted heavily before looking at him and winking, "Good work." She jumped to her feet and walked slowly back down the stairs.
For Dean the whole scene had flashed by in about 2 minutes as he closed his eyes, and still panted, "Fuck…" He muttered to himself.
Dean charged back down the stairs and sat himself a place upon the barstool, his muscles tightened and his face scowled, as if somehow trying to fight himself he swung his neck around and clenched his fists tightly.
The bartender came up to him and slammed his hands on the bar, "What will it be mate?"
Dean looked up him his eyes getting a tight fix, "Something strong, I need… something very, very strong."
The bartender placed an elbow across the bar and leaned in towards Deans ear, "How would you like something stronger."
"That's kind of what I asked for." Dean shouted back across the music, although it was slightly calmer now, well as far as club music goes.
The bartender shook his head and whispered, "I meant a fix."
Dean looked curiously, "Yeah?"
The bartender leant across the bar and pointed to his left, "There are some silver restrooms that aren't advertised across the club, if you go in there'll be a man leaning against a locked door, the codeword is 'Rhubarb' and make sure you have money, or they'll be pissed." The barman nodded.
Dean clasped his hand, before pushing in his seat and heading the direction that the barman pointed in him.
The toilet door was a silver metal grate and the place stank of feces, spew and bunch of other contents that Dean didn't exactly want to know.
A bald man in a blue jacket leaned against the door smoking a cigarette, eyeing down Dean.
Dean read the door sign, 'Restricted, No Access' and then stared at the guy.
He scowled at Dean, "The fuck you looking at kid?"
Dean stood there like a statue in case the man suddenly lashed out, "The Pass… No… Codeword…" he paused, "is Rhubarb."
The man flicked out his cigarette, "You fucking bet it is."
He swung open the door and inside was another vile green room were 3 men sat around a table.
Dean followed the man in as the other 3 looked up at the new and fresh stranger.
A man with thick black hair sat back in his seat looking up at Dean and eyeing him down, "How are you here?"
Dean looked around and stumbled, "Um… the barman sent me."
The man let out a big puff from his cigar, "How much you wanting?"
Dean shrugged still unsure whether the four wanted to stab his brains out or not, "No idea."
The man wasn't amused, "Alright, how about I'll give you a full shot right now then pack the rest of it up for you to use later."
Dean raised his eyebrows with another shrug, "Sounds good to me."
The man leant back and clicked his finger, "Simmons, give him a shot, don't worry kid, we're very into clean shit here."
Dean was taken by surprise as a scrawny looking man with an unnerving smile, grabbed his arm and jammed the needle into it.
Dean closed his eyes as his arm immediately went hot and he felt his brain pull back and slow down.
He began to laugh to himself as the scrawny man zipped open his jacket pocket and shoved the rest of the contents in.
The man with the cigar clicked his fingers, "Now go on, and get out of here." Dean, still giddy walked on out of the room and didn't feel the journey back to the club, next thing he knew he was dancing on the floor again but it was a different kind of dance, he felt as if he had to stay in time to the music.
Dean smiled as the colours flew past his eyes. There were faces all around him, they all stared and they laughed at him, they laughed big, bulbous, bright laughs and Dean giggled back at them.
Then everything went red, the faces grew angry, jaws flew open as big horrendous teeth shone and the eyes went from a white to a full bright red, he felt it, every one of them moving closer, to bite him.
Dean clenched his hands with fear and then flailed his arms, smacking people around, eager to get out of the dance floor, away from the people. He kicked the ground with an almighty shove in fear; he just had to get out.
But before he got out of the crowd, he felt himself fly out into the night, as a door slammed behind him and his face hit the concrete, his whole head shook as if an earthquake had ruptured his skull.
Dean lifted his head up with his mouth wide open and his eyes wincing with pain, he swiped the right side of his head as blood trickled down.
He stood up and opened his eyes widely staring out into the dark park in front of him. The park bended towards him as different streetlights guided his way through the streets.
Dean stepped back; he began freaking out again, he spun around as the darkness chattered away and let out huge menacing cackles. He heard an incredibly distant voice, thousands of feet away, "Dean! Dean! It's me!"
Dean's mouth was quaking with fear as he stepped back, trying to run away, but he felt as if his feet were nailed to the ground, suddenly two claws grabbed his shoulder, "Dean! It's me! It's Mr. Miles! Dean!"
Dean let out an almighty scream as his body violently shook and then he felt a train hit him, and then there was nothing but darkness and silence.
So you might be going… WHAT! Shock horror! In case you are wondering, the episode is only halfway through as I aim for each one to be 8 chapters, so no, I haven't killed him off, it is only the second episode, I doubt any of you actually thought I did, but just in case… anyway as usual, Review! It would be much appreciated, and keep reading! More up soon!