- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE –
Dean paid the driver as he arrived. When Dean got the chance to look at the apartment, it was already in shambles. The front door was destroyed, windows were all cracked, and even the walls had holes.
"Shit." He mumbled a curse as he sprinted his way inside his apartment. "ROMAN!" he called.
He searched everywhere and he can't see Roman anywhere. He charged his phone immediately and tried to call him but it ended up in voicemail. He was breathing heavily and he tried to call Seth with his now shaky hands. It rang until someone picked it up.
"Hello, Seth?"
"Uhm, hello. This is Dolph. His co-worker. Are you his friend?" he asked.
Dean was confused. "Yes, I am. Why do you have his phone?"
"Well, it goes like this. While I was in my way from the 7/11 store to my workplace, I saw four people who approached me asking if I know Seth. So of course, I nodded my head and they told me that they want to talk to him. When I told him about them, he freaked out, telling me that it's an emergency and he forgot to bring his phone with him."
"Can you … can you describe me those people who approached you?"
"The other one has red Mohawk hair –"
Sheamus!
"Okay stop." Dean stopped him in mid-sentence.
He was about to end the call but Dolph said something.
"Hey, I know that it's not my business but I'm worried right now about Seth. Those people who asked about him give me goosebumps and I think it was them that freaks him out."
"I know Dolph." He sighed. "I don't like those guys too."
"Is he in any trouble?" Dolph asked that made Dean almost choked.
"Don't worry, Dolph. He's fine. He will be fine." He reassured him. "Hey, can you keep his phone with you for a while?"
"Sure thing."
Dean was glad that Seth had a friend like Dolph. But he was freaking out right now. He thanked him and ended the call. He wandered his gaze to their living room until he saw red on the wall that was hidden behind the curtain.
"What the hell?" he mumbled as he went closer and pulled the curtains.
His eyes widened of what he saw. It was a message written in blood. He was too dumb to why he didn't notice it when he entered his apartment and he was too stupid that this blood came from Seth. He paled when it wrote:
"IF YOU WANT TO SAVE YOUR FRIENDS, YOU KNOW WHERE TO FIND THEM. YOU BETTER HURRY, THE CLOCKS TICKING. WE'LL HAVE A WELCOMING PARTY FOR YOU."
"FUCK!" he screamed.
He palmed his face and his breathing was rapid.
"DAMN YOU, FATHER!" he shouted as he cried. "C'mon Ambrose stop crying. Your friends need you right now." He composed himself and prepared. "They mess with my friends, they mess with me."
His eyes turn red and without further ado, he immediately sprinted his way to a place where he doesn't wanna go. A place that brought bad memories of him. A place that he left for his sake and for the sake of the world. And he can't believe that he's going back in that place. He blames his father for everything. For making his life so miserable. He can't believe that he will set foot again to that place. But he did this for saving his friends. They need him.
(SKIP TIME)
It was getting dark as Dean kept on passing by the trees. The wind was cold and it's not like he's bothered by it. A couple of minutes of his run, he finally saw a silhouette of William's kingdom. His kingdom. He stopped for a while and he sniffed the air, trying to get a scent from his friends. He smelled them and he could tell that they're not in a good condition especially when he smells their blood but he could tell that they are breathing. This made him so angry that he wants to wipe the whole world. He was counting from one to ten and took a deep breath. He was trying to calm himself and sprinted his way towards the place to where his friends were. As he reached the gate, he saw four vampires wearing a lamb mask. He already knew who they are. They're one of his father's sentries that scared the hell out of him when he was a kid. They were creepy.
They were all looking at him, smirking. Dean didn't even like it one bit especially their leader who always wear a fucking hat and lamp. What's with them wearing a lamb mask? And what the hell Bray always brought a lamp with him when he can see his way to darkness clearly since supernatural beings are all gifted with great sights every day and night?
"We are expecting your presence, little lamb."
Dean rolled his eyes at the name. Why the hell does he always call him lamb? He didn't understand it. Does it have to do with their mask? Though, they never called someone little lamb other than him.
What a creep!
He sighed and stood as a prince should.
"Where are my friends, Bray?" he asked at them.
"Fret not little lamb." He circled Dean. "Why don't you follow us to the king's throne room and you'll know." He whispered. "Besides, the king sent me, Luke, Erick and Braun to escort you there."
Dean scoffed bitterly. "He shouldn't have bothered. I can go there myself."
"Well, king's orders. Can't decline. He doesn't trust you that much." He stopped in front of him. "And he also said, that if you're going to make it hard for us … he can't guarantee your friends safety." He chuckled venomously. "I'll tell you, it will be not good for you and your friends." He laughed evilly as he ran his fingers through Dean's messy blonde hair locks.
Dean's eyes widened and shivered. Bray wasn't called manipulative for nothing. He was a manipulative maniac bitch. No wonder his father made him and those friend of Bray to be his sentries. He hated the fact that Bray was right. He will not like it if William will kill his friends. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist. He was damn cornered! He knew that he can just take them down but doing it was like risking his brothers into danger and he doesn't want any of that to happen to them because they showed him friendship. They showed him love that he once lost after losing his beloved mother. The only person who showed love when he was a kid and he knew that his mother still loves him.
But she's dead. Roman and Seth are alive. He needed to save them or he'll lose them. He reluctantly agreed as he let them escort him there. He was circled by them as he just rolled his eyes. As they finally reached the hallways, Dean can feel that they were happy to see him but not in a good way. Some murmuring and smirking about him being back and he could really tell that William wasn't kidding around. He could tell that they're all looking forward to his return. He could also see the banquet hall filled with vampires preparing a feast. HUMAN FLESH FEAST! Totally disgusting according to Dean. They were a bunch of sickos.
"Never fear little lamb. The feast won't start without you." Bray said.
"Fuck you." He rolled his eyes. Like hell, he would join them.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Such language coming out from your mouth, little lamb." He snickered.
"None of your fucking business."
"Oh! He's a feisty one isn't he, Bray?" Erick smiled devilishly.
"I agree. Now, you better be at your best behaviour Dean or your friends will pay." He looked at Dean as he froze to where he was walking.
He was calling him Dean which means that Bray, the manipulative arsehole, was being serious. He cupped Dean's chin and all he wanna do was to throw up. "And we better hurry. You know that your father doesn't like waiting."
Dean had enough as he swatted Bray's hand harshly that earns a laugh from him. Bray didn't say anything as they continued walking until they had reached the throne room.
"My king." They all put their hands on their chest, except Dean of course. "Prince Dean is here." They all leave Dean as they walked towards Sheamus and the other vampires that he might know as the councillors.
Dean looked around and saw that he was clearly outnumbered but if he wasn't threatened, he can take them just fine. His case was so different right now. If he did make a wrong move, his friends will pay. He finally turned his gaze towards his father who sat there on his throne, showing confidence and authority. He had a big smirk on his face that Dean was tempted to wipe them off. He counted one to ten and took a deep breath. William stood as he spread his arms proudly.
"Welcome ba-"
"Where are they?" he lowly said, very poisonous.
Dean saw William knitted his eyebrows in confusion as he clenched his fist.
"Who?"
"Don't act like you didn't know!" he exclaimed.
"I don't k -"
"Cut the bullshit already and stop being an arse for once dad!" he yelled in rage.
William just laughed at him.
"Okay, Dean. I'm just messing with ya. Gosh, chill out." He calmly said.
"I'll only chill down if you give me back my friends, RIGHT NOW!" he demanded.
William mockingly raised his hands in defeat as he called Sheamus to bring Roman and Seth. Sheamus smirked as he opened one of the doors, holding both Roman and Seth's collar before throwing him uncaringly in front of William. Dean was in horror after seeing his friends' dry blood on each of their foreheads.
"Guys!" he shouted.
Roman and Seth looked at Dean with worry. Dean was confused because why the hell are they so worried about him? He will be fine. They should be worried about themselves because they were in a bad situation and Dean will find a way on how to escape them. As he was about to run towards them, Rusev and Randy were in his way. "Move aside." They just stood there ground.
Dean scoffed at this. In a blink of an eye, Dean raised an uppercut purposely hitting Rusev on the face, losing his balance and he choked Randy, lifting him up in the air and threw him out of his way. Then he was attacked by other vampires who were in the throne room. Dean smirked at this as he fights them without a sweat escaping on his forehead. He punched his way through sending the others being thrown away like papers who were blown by a monstrous wind. William looked at the commotion, enjoying how his son can just beat them all without even bothering to use his powers.
He really is powerful
He proudly smirked and after seeing all of his people lying flat, struggling to stand of their own two feet. He saw Dean looked at him, receiving deadly glares from him. Crimson blood-red eyes and those fangs hungry for bloodshed. He clapped his hands and Dean was getting more irritated.
"Release my friends!" he roared.
"You want them?" he pointed at his friends. "Why don't you come and take them." He snickered.
Dean gritted his teeth as he advanced his way swiftly, fighting his father. The others want to help but William already ordered them not to interrupt them when he's fighting Dean. Their fight got intense as William keep smirking made Dean's blood boil.
"Is that all you've got, Dean?" he laughed evilly as he blocked every punch Dean had given him.
Dean was getting riled up as he sped up his moves just to hit his father but all of them were block by him. William catches Dean's arm as he twisted it behind his back earning a grunt from him.
"You know, why don't you let your other side play with me for a while?" he mumbled evilly.
He was struggling from the hold of William. But William put more force on him.
"Go fuck yourself!" he shouted.
"Fuck you, Dean." He chuckled darkly as he leaned more closely to his ears. "You can't save your friends if you're not gonna use your darker side. I mean look at you, you can't even hit me."
William just snickered as he smacked Dean's head on the ground. Dean was panting as William twist Dean's arm more while Dean was doing his best not to scream. Roman and Seth tried to run towards him to tackle William but they were held by Rusev and Bray. They struggled but they can't do anything because of that damned enchanted rope that made them feel like a human.
"To think that you're gonna play the hero here?" he laughed. "Now tell me, Dean. Can you really save them?" he cupped Dean's chin and move it to his side so that he can look at his friends. "Look at your friends? They're helpless now. They can't transform because of that enchanted rope. Preventing them to do that. Suppressing their powers. And here you are not being bound by an enchanted rope and tackled by me, can't even save them. You're pathetic, Dean."
Dean widened his eyes.
"If the roles were reversed, I bet they can save you. Hell, they might have saved your arse most of the times compared of you saving them. You can't even make it right." William continued.
Dean looked down.
"No Dean! Don't listen to him!" Roman roared.
"He's trying to break you, Dean. What he said is not true!" Seth shouted.
Dean's breathing slowed. William just smirked at them as he continued.
"You see Dean, you're weak if you're not gonna use your powers. You can't save them with just only relying on your usual hybrid powers. Use your dark side. Release all your powers!" he paused. "You're desperate to save them?" he pointed at them. "Be evil. Be a monster."
"No Dean! Don't listen to –"
"Shut up poltergeist!" Rusev shouted as he punched Seth's stomach.
"Hey! Don't touch him!" Roman shouted back as Bray held him down, putting more force to stop him.
Dean looked at his friends. He saw Seth was curling like a ball. He was in pain and Dean could feel it. He couldn't believe to think this but they were helpless.
"NO! LEAVE THEM ALONE!" he struggled but William pressed him more on the ground to keep him still.
"Stay still, Dean." William calmly replied.
But this time, Dean was no longer listening to William. He was getting madder that he can see blood everywhere. His eyes were now slowly turning into black. He was trembling in rage. William could feel that Dean was slowly being taken over by his other side. He reached something into his pocket but before he can do anything, he was thrown away like a crumpling paper. Dean was surrounded by the most dangerous aura. His eyes were now a hundred percent black as he looked towards Rusev and Bray.
"YOU WILL PAY!" he yelled and swiftly sprinted his way towards them and started kicking them mercilessly.
The others helped. Dean licked his lips as he used his powers by levitating them into thin air and smashing them non-stop. Roman went to Seth side asking him if he was okay. Though, the poltergeist didn't answer Roman as his eyes were completely fixed on Dean. He was different. They could tell. This Dean was craving for bloodshed. Craving for revenge. Violence.
"Dean." Roman called for Dean.
Dean heard his voice as he looked towards them. His face was blank. Ice cold. Dean lifted one of his hands as he levitated Roman as well. Roman was confused while Seth was out of words. Until Roman felt like he was being slowly squashed by an invisible hand. It's painful and Roman can't help but release his blood-curling scream. Seth was dumbfounded. He looked at Dean.
"DEAN! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" he shouted. "STOP IT! YOU'RE HURTING ROMAN!"
But Dean wasn't listening. He was still torturing Roman.
Fuck no! This is not happening. This is not Dean. I have to do something.
"DEEEEAAAANNNN!" Seth just keeps shouting. He hated it when he was helpless. "STOP IT! IF YOU'LL CONTINUE, HE'LL DIE."
Roman was fighting his consciousness. He looked at Dean while doing his best to breath.
"D-Dean." He was struggling to make a sentence. "W-w-wake up. Th-is n-n-not y-y-you. Fight t-t-the de-mon in-in-inside you." He was coughing. "Wake u-up. W-w-we need you b-back." He closed his eyes, focusing to stay conscious. "Brother."
BROTHER.
He stopped whatever he was doing. Roman fell into the ground. Seth limply went to Roman checking him but Roman was now out of consciousness. He tried to wake him up but it was no used. He checked the pulse and he sighed in relief when he can feel the steady but slow pulse. The throne room was quiet. Dean was now on his knees, using his two hands supporting himself. He blinked rapidly and he was getting more tired, exhausted. He blinks rapidly as he looked around. The place was a mess.
What the hell happened here?
He asked himself. He spent a glance towards his friends' direction and saw Roman was unconscious. He didn't know why. What did the hell happened? He can't remember anything why the place ended like this. Why it was all messy and almost destroyed.
"Dean." Seth whispered.
They made an eye to eye contact.
"Seth." He whispered back.
He crawled his way towards them but before he can reach them, someone tackled him from behind as his face was pushed on the ground. He realized that it was William, he saw him reaching an enchanted rope, trying to tie him up and Dean knew that he will be screwed up if he was tied. He was struggling as other vampires jumped at him, trying to hold him down. He was tired but he had to fight. Seth was shouting his name in worry, Roman was unconscious, his visions were getting blurry, and his friends' are still here. He had to do something. He doesn't care if he'll be captured. His concerns were on his friends. The vampires had managed to tie his two feet as they tried to reach for his wrist but Dean was being too stubborn. Once again, he shouted and in a blink of an eye, the vampires who were holding him down including William were thrown away.
He lifted his hands once again, aiming it to Seth and Roman, using all his strength and powers left as bluish-green were now circling them, and making Seth confused. He looked at Dean, tears forming in his eyes.
"Don't worry, you and Roman are safe now." He mumbled.
"What do you mean?" Seth asked, still holding Roman into his arms.
Dean smiled. "Thank you for everything."
"Dean –"
"Forgive me." He weakly mumbled.
"What are you doing!" he exclaimed.
"TELEPORTASYON!" he said his incantation.
Seth was about to call Dean but they were gone out of nowhere and teleported to a place where they can be safe and where William can't follow them. Once they're gone, Dean smiled again.
"You're safe now. They can't follow you no more." He whispered until his vision was all dark and lost consciousness.
He was now limp. William and the others walked towards him.
"My king, should we find the werewolf and the poltergeist?"
"No need." He looked at Sheamus. "I'm sure Dean sent them to a place where I can't trace them. A place that was hidden from me. Just make sure to add more security on the perimeter. I'm pretty sure the two will make an appearance soon or if not, might bring their troops."
Sheamus nodded.
"Now, you know what to do with Dean. We must hurry up." He added.
Sheamus nodded again.
As they took an unconscious Dean gently out of the throne room. William held his head high. His plan went well. He will have his son's side, ASAP! Before Roman and Seth came back with their own troops and retrieve Dean. He won't let that happen.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Damn it! How many times have I erased dialogues and replaced it with another? Turns out, this is better. I hope. Also, I felt a very deep emotion when Dean was thanking his friends. Like how the hell can he be this emotional?
Dean: *enters the room and smacks my head*
Me: Oww! What was that for?
Dean: Again, I'm not emotional.
Me: *rolls eyes* whatever. Besides, it suits you.
Dean: *scoffs* you're kidding.
Me: I don't jest. *sips on my chocolate drink* Now, do me a favour and serve our lovely readers chocolate drinks.
Dean: *serves you chocolate drinks* Hope you'll enjoy your chocolate drinks. And also, tell us what you think? Let's support this lunatic789's story by leaving reviews. I love you. Mwaaahh.