Disclaimer: I know guys, I've made you wait for a while. I've just been in this mood lately and haven't really wanted to do much of anything. I'm sorry. And while this isn't the longest chapter it does set the scene and mood of the next couple of chapters. Thanks for still sticking around guys.
"This is the stupidest idea you've ever had." Roman had been telling him the same thing for the past 10 minutes and each time Dean just rolled his eyes.
"Do you have a better idea?" they had already been to the airport and no flights were departing for St. Louis until tomorrow evening and that was just too long to wait in Dean's mind. This was their last option.
"You know he'll never agree to this. He hates you."
"Well hate is a strong word, and it's not like I did anything horribly wrong." He tried to defend himself but Roman scoffed at him.
"You slept with his girlfriend!"
"I didn't even know they were dating and she came on to me man. So technically it wasn't my fault." He was sticking to that because one; he really didn't know they were together and two; he actually helped him realize that he wasn't into women anyway so he basically helped him. They got to the private airport just outside of town not long after their conversation and Roman got out of the car. He said something about it probably being a better idea if he went and talked to the guy first. Dean only agreed because he was too tired to argue. He was draining faster than he thought, the wound in his leg bleeding more freely now. He'd have to change the dressing when he got on the plane. Roman was coming back mere moments later with a pissed off looking Adam Rose on his heels. Dean sighed and slowly detached himself from the front seat of Roman's Range Rover.
"How dare you come asking favors of me!" Adam's Caribbean accent was more prominent because of his anger.
"What makes you think I'd let you use the Exotic Express after what you did to me?" Dean rolled his eyes in disbelief.
"Oh come on that was 3 years ago, how are you still angry about that? Plus it wasn't all my fault and you know it." Dean's voice was calm because he knew he'd get nowhere if he lost his temper. Seth was way more important than his pride. The man pursed his lips and seemed to think about it for a bit before he sighed and shrugged his shoulders almost as if he were shrugging it off.
"Why do you need it?" Dean was trying to figure out how much he actually wanted to tell Adam but Roman beat him to it.
"His boyfriend was taken by his abusive ex and he's in trouble. We need to go to St. Louis to get him back." Adam raised a curious eyebrow before speaking.
"I can't believe I'm going to use a party get to take you to Missouri. Fine but you owe me, maybe a nice new paint job for the Exotic Express." Dean narrowed his eyes but mumbled a 'fine' nonetheless anything for Seth. Roman helped him up the stairs to the jet and once he sat down he felt like he never wanted to get back up. Thankfully he had a friend that he swore could read his mind and Roman brought him a first aid kit. He then started to roll up the leg on his sweat pants and Dean was already starting to dose off so when he felt the movement he almost kicked.
"Relax and let me help you." The Samoan's deep voice lulled Dean a bit and he did as he was told, relaxing into the jet's comfy leather seats. Until the rubbing alcohol hit the stitches that was.
"Fuck that burns!" Roman rolled his eyes and told him to stop being a baby as he wiped it dry then put on new bandages. Just after that Adam came out of the cockpit and told them that they should be in St. Louis in a hour or so.
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Oh this was going to be really bad, there was no way he could out of this. He had surveyed all possibilities of escape and so far nothing seemed viable. Plus Hunter was in the same room as him. Seth started chewing the inside of his cheek as he continued to look around the small room inside of the chapel.
"It won't be so bad kid. Just… stop making him angry." Hunter had seemed to whisper it. His voice was soft and sympathetic almost as if he felt bad for him. Seth's eyes widened in shock at his statement. Why would he be saying that? Seth thought he was on Randy's side.
"Don't look at me like that."
"Why did you say that?" This is strange and Seth didn't know how to react to it.
"Look I like you alright? You're a nice kid and all this shit Randy puts you through is, well I don't agree with it. I don't like what he's turned into but I don't say anything because, well frankly he kind of employees me and he was my best friend at one point. Sometimes I still sew the old him and I miss it. If you ever repeat any of this I deny it." Hunter smirked and Seth actually forgot he was about to get married to someone he hated. He wished all this would just go away, that he could run far, far away from here. Just as fast as Hunter's niceness came, it went. Seth now found himself being pushed out of the small back room in the chapel by the larger man. He knew where he was heading and each step was slower than the previous, only trying to delay the inevitable. With one last deep breath Seth walked through the doors, Hunter by his side, pretty much leading the way. Randy was standing at the altar, a cocky smirk on his face. Seth closed his eyes for a moment to try and will away the tears that were starting to form. If Randy saw him crying it wouldn't be good for him. Once he got to the altar himself, Randy took his hand and gripped it tight as if he were afraid Seth would try to run right there. The, no doubt, ordained minister looked at Seth warily but started his speech anyway, Randy had probably already talked to him and told him to ignore anything Seth said.
"Friends, we have joined here today to help celebrate a joyous occasion with Randy and Seth as they choose to become one…" Seth drone out the next 15 minutes only managing to nod when Randy squeezed his hand tightly, presumably when the minister asked if he took Randy to be his, which he didn't but if he said that he would definitely be dead. It was time for the kiss and Seth turned his head as Randy went in for the kiss, a horrible mistake on Seth's part. He especially knew when he saw the menacing look in Randy's eyes. Seth forcibly signed the paper along with Randy and after that he found himself being shoved back into Hunter's Chevy Silverado.
"Your reservation is at St. John's Caneel Bay Resort, cottage number 7 and your ticket has been purchased. Your flight leaves in an hour." Dolph spoke but didn't look at Randy, obviously angry with him.
"Thank you, Dolph and don't look so sad. I'll be back in no time." Seth watched as he caressed Dolph's face gently almost as if when they were first dating. It was sweet and for a second Seth found himself to be jealous of their relationship.
"Hunter drop us off at the airport. My new husband and I have a honeymoon to go on." Seth wanted to slap the little smug look right off his face. As they drove to the airport, driving seemed to be all they did today, Seth watched the Vegas strip pass by in a blur. He couldn't help but remember the day he and Dean walked the strip. That day would always remain in his memories, cherished above all else.
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Dean didn't know how long he had been asleep but he awoke too soon by Roman shaking him. He had almost forgot where he was and why but as soon as he remembered Seth, his eyes were open and he was attempting to stand. Attempting because apparently his legs had fallen asleep during the flight.
"Adam said he called a car company and they'll pick us up. All we have to do is gave whoever the address." Oh shit, Dean didn't even get that far in his plan. He had no idea what Randy's address was, all he knew was that he lived in St. Louis.
"Um yeah about that, I don't have the address per say." Roman turned around so fast his hair whipped round his face. That was weird Dean didn't even notice his hair was down.
"What do you mean you don't have the address? So we came all the way here for what? How the hell did you plan on rescuing Seth if you don't even know where he is?" Roman was unexpectedly angry.
"Well damn how many Orton's can there be? I'll just look him up in the phone book or try and call the city or something." Roman shook his head and muttered some incoherent probably insult as they stepped off the jet. Dean was immediately on his phone trying to find out as much as he could about where he find the house he was seeking. The city hall was closed now that it was just after 5 o'clock. Hopefully it would be in the phone book and if not he didn't really have another plan. He asked the driver to stop by a phone booth and after getting an extremely confused look he did just that. As he jumped out of the car real fast and searched through the white pages, he growled in irritation. He didn't find the name he needed to in the phone book.
"Dammit." He muttered as he slammed the suvs door when getting back in.
"No luck?" Roman asked and Dean shook his head.
"Nope, looks like Randy Orton doesn't want anyone to find him."
"The Randy Orton who owns Cuisine du Roi? I've been his driver a couple of time, he's an asshole. I got no problem taking you to his house." Dean was confused but didn't really say anything.
"How weird is it that aw just happened to get a driver that knew where this guy lived?" Roman leaned in and whispered what Dean had been worrying about. What if this was just some sort of elaborate plan on Randy's part and knowing Dean would come for Seth sent a guy to wait for a call for a cab or something to pick them up? On the other hand what if this was just a guy that wanted to get back at a customer who was a dick to him at one point?
"Hey man why are you doing this? How do you know we're not here to kill him or something?" The driver laughed as he glanced in the rear view mirror.
"Well if you're killers, you're the most unprepared killers ever, not even knowing where your target lives. Plus, like I said, the guy was an asshole. Stiffed me on a tip after I drove him around for 3 hours and I had to listen to him bitch about some guy had left. Not that I am against gays or anything. It was just annoying is all." He had quickly added in the gay part probably assuming he and Roman were together.
"Okay enough said, thank you. When we get there can you just chill out front? We won't be there long, just gotta pick someone up then we're back to the airport." The driver nodded his head, proceeding to carry on a conversation with his two passengers until they pulled up to a large house. This was way over the top. Dean had assumed that Randy had lived in a nice house but this was crazy. Dean wanted to do this fast. Quick in, quick out. So ashen the car stopped, he took in a deep breath, got out of the car, went up the steps to the front door and knocked on the heavy wooden door. Surprised to be greeted by a tall, dark haired man with a nicely trimmed full beard wearing a nice black suit.
"May I help you, sir?" The man's deep British timber seemed to boom in his ears.
"I'm just here to get someone." Dean stated as he pushed his way past the big man and called out for Seth. The man tried to control Dean along with a few other house keepers or whatever they were but to no avail. Not until the big Englishman practically picked him up and swat him by the door.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"I'm not living until I get the man I came for." He stood his ground not allowing the man, who one of the maids had called Wade to pushed him around. The British man sighed before looking down at him, being just a bit taller than Dean himself.
"He isn't here at the moment. He's on his honeymoon with Master Randy. Now if you would kindly leave I will gladly give him the message to call you upon his return." Only one thing kept replaying through Dean's head at that moment. Honeymoon. That meant Seth had married the man he had been trying to get away from. Slowly he retreated from the elaborate house and made his way back into the black SUV that waited for him, telling the driver to take them back to the airport.
"Woah…wait what's going on? Where's Seth?" Roman was asking all these questions at once but Dean couldn't form a sentence. He couldn't say anything at all.
"Dean?" The auburn haired man looked into the grey orbs of his best friend and muttered the only thing he would think about for the rest of the night.
"With his husband."
