Okay.' Roman shut the backseat door carefully so as not to smush the package. 'Got everything?'

Three Joe whirled around, dove towards the cake, fussed in surprise when its body hit the plastic container.

'Ah ah.' Roman scolded, grinning. 'Tried to sneak a taste, didn't you?'

Three Joe musically pouted.

'So what's missing?'

The eighth note flew up, tugged at the cord until the teeth and claw pendants jiggled.

'Oh.' Roman glanced into the sun for excuse to have watery eyes. 'Yeah. I miss him too.'

Three Joe twinkled with a music note version of a troubled sigh, settled into the forest of long hair.

Roman glanced back at the hotel, wondered if he should bug Seth into joining.

Decided best not to and drove away.

The rotted, rusted bumper car found Dean's back and cradled it, seat to spine, Solomon holding him down, pressing with force, tongue dominating his own, rough kissing, biting from the inside.

Being made to sub when he didn't want to sobered him faster than normal.

'Get your ass off of me! I'm going back to find Seth!'

'Why him? Why THEM?' Solomon kept grinding away, panting, hitting the bulge, struggling with the zipper. 'Who says they care about you? Didn't even show up for your birthday.'

'I say they care! They're my family!'

'I'M your family! I know you, THEY don't. Would they accept your quirks, your eccentric ways? That you use a bent tined fork to fix your hair, that you enjoy eating the dead peeled skin from the bottoms of your feet?'

'They know. It doesn't bother them.'

'They're using you only to have a Pack.'

'Nobody's using me. I CHOSE to be with them.' Dean squirmed enough to sit up, felt beneath the mangled dust drowned steering wheel. 'We've known each other since high school, went our separate paths years later, met up again as somewhat mature adults, more than fate, we're SUPPOSED to be together. And one day we'll split apart again.'

'You left me for a human.' S hid his envy, passionate rage beneath his mass of morbid hair. 'I had you first.'

'Yes you did. And Seth's not human, completely, he's part Were and part human and ALL mine.'

'Undeserving.'

'Maybe but nobody will keep me from him, not even you.'

Silver flash blur and a heavy roll collision of two bodies, anger glaring down at amused.

'You're pretty fucking content for a guy with a meat cleaver at his throat.' Dean growled, keeping Solomon pinned.

S smiled, lovesick dreamer. 'I never minded bottoming to you.'

Horns sprouted, crunching bone fragments sounds from the scalp, great expansive bat wings unfurled, long whip of a barbed tail looped around Dean, flipped and rolled him.

S grinned down, now the man in charge, unhooked his technology and began working on his only friend.

Another face lick. 'Ready to get wired?'

'I'll tear your tail off your ass and shove it down your throat!'

'Sweet candy words from a venom mouth.'

Dean faltered in his fidgeting escape.

S was red, blood skin, crimson flesh.

Covered with glowing white ones and zeros, in his flesh, his eyes, even his hair.

Plugged up and wired in to his motherboard.

'I remember how we were, we could, YOU could be that once more.'

The image on the tablet screen was them, laughing, gushing blood, cursing, giving the finger, smoking, crazy fits of hilarity after busting light bulbs over each others heads, passing out on the bare floor, side to side sleeping.

Dean reached up and touched his hair. He couldn't see it but he knew it was pink again.

'Come back with me, where you belong.'

'I can't go back...because I never left.'

Wires wrapped around their bodies, an electric shock each time Dean thrust in, pulling back enough to allow his demonic friend's cable and cord covered penis to hit inside, power surge against his prostate.

They took turns, slamming into each other, the tablet screen glowing brighter with every heave, the motherboard warming up.

Glowing white and black ones and zeros climbed Dean's crotch, up over his stomach, flickered on his arms and face.

'My Infected.' S smiled, kitten purr on his lips.

'I'm your virus.' The cleaver blade dropped and a papercut line of red blended with the circuitry.

Solomon rubbed his mouth into the cut on Dean's hand, cherished it, wouldn't wipe the blood from his computer memory.

Love lines.

It was easy to crawl from bed, Dean thought groggily the next day, well past noon, when you had a pile of passed out naked men and women to climb over.

He swatted a bruised ass, playfully fondled and nibbled at some oversized and fake as could be chick knockers, ruffled Solomon's stuck to one side of his face beer smelling emo hair, sat with a flop crosslegged on the floor.

Empty beer bottles, empty cups, cake smeared on everything, puke, piss, crotch fluids, corpses of gift wrap.

His favorite kind of party.

The lack of his guys bothered him still and without thinking, he dressed and went searching, calling loudly for those two, hangover headache making him squint and groan.

Behind a heavily graffitied park exit sign, hidden by overgrowth, there was a big box nicely wrapped from Romes.

Even greater present, Seth snoozing.

With a crushed dark brown bottle in his hand.

The peroxide bottle from when they were sixteen.

Loud vile rock music, heavy metal blasting across the small filthy house, Dean only pretending to study, ogling boobs in the porn mag he had hidden behind the math text book in case Seth's drunk bitch mother actually woke from her stinking slumber, if she ever actually gave a damn about her kid.

He daydreamed about getting that boy out of this life, killing the drunk bitch and the two of them running away to be together always.

Slammed his fist over his lap to shrink his stiff dick.

Grinned.

'Aw, shit!' from the bathroom.

Boots plunked over busted tiles, after the splintery wood of the hallway.

Peeked in at his towel headed buddy.

'Got in your eyes?'

The bottle on the floor, crushed and bent, peroxide boomerang where Seth had stomped it, enraged.

'I bumped the damn bottle and spilled it down the drain! Now I can't go full blonde!'

Dean grimaced. 'We can shoplift more.'

'Dammit, dammit, shit, forget it.' Seth slouched.

'How...how bad DOES it look?'

The ugly holey towel drifted to the floor.

Dean stared.

Bright blonde streak mixed into dark brown.

'It's shitty, right?'

'It's a cool look. Keep it.'

Seth kept it.

With a pleased smile.

Dean smiled, he had no choice but to at that memory.

His other brother, his friend.

His love.

Crawled in and nudged up to his lover.

Sat and slept with him, side by side.