I do not own Bates Motel.
But, in some ways, I do own a Dylan. And I love him so much.
Yeah, Whatever
Completely FUBAR
Which was why he freaked out so bad when Norman caught him and Caleb.
Oh god, no.
Chasing him down.
"Norman!"
Tackling him.
"Norman, wait!"
Resorting to desperate, juvenile threats.
". . . sorry for the rest of your life!"
She's the only mother I have, Norman!
I'm finally getting her to care about me!
She'll hate me all over again if you tell her!
Norman hitting the nail directly on the head.
"What are you going to do, huh, kill me?!"
Stopping Dylan dead in his tracks.
He's right.
What am I going to do?
Nothing.
I'm not going kill my own brother. That's crazy.
He's my brother.
And short of killing him, there was really nothing Dylan could do to stop Norman from telling Norma about Caleb.
Norman had the upper hand.
And Dylan, as usual, had absolutely nothing.
And he broke down, begged like a helpless child.
Almost crying.
"Please, Norman! Everything I've done with Mom . . . it'll all be destroyed."
God, Norman, can't you just share her a little?
And as Norman Bates . . .
"You've already destroyed it."
. . . walked triumphantly back to his borrowed mother's car . . .
"You've betrayed Mother."
. . . Dylan Massett knew one thing.
"And she has to know."
I'm totally screwed.
He crouched on the ground.
"Norman!"
Numb.
"I didn't know what to do!"
And scared.
"Norman, please!"
And lost.
Generally sensing the figure slouching up behind him.
"I'm sorry."
Go to Hell, Caleb.
". . . either she's insane or you are!"
Things just weren't adding up.
He couldn't take it.
All the games and manipulations and twists and turns.
And Dylan had decided he was just going to lay it all out.
". . . just stay out of it!"
Hateful little snitch.
And then after a heartfelt talk with Norma . . .
"I don't want anything to happen to you . . ."
. . . in her soft blue robe, blond hair tied back.
". . . means to me to finally have a family."
Looking for all the world like an actual mom.
His actual mom.
The only mom he had anyway.
Opening up, he was finally opening up.
Being honest.
Vulnerable.
And she hugged him.
Mom.
He tried to make up with Norman.
Family forgives and moves on, right?
". . . might not be pretty."
Trying to protect his little brother.
". . . clear out for a while, I understand."
From the full extent of Norma's probable rage.
". . . try and help if I can."
Norman and his dead animals.
". . . can't ask you to do that."
Reaching out to his big brother.
". . . if you think this is the right thing to do."
Who didn't want him to get hurt.
"Thank you."
"Who in the end . . .
"Mother!"
. . . got hurt anyway.
Just like all of them.
He didn't realize . . .
"Did it ever occur to you, Dylan, . . ."
. . . until much later in therapy . . .
"that it's possible Norman might have been manipulating you . . ."
. . . that he had been played . . .
". . . into ruining your relationship with your mother . . ."
. . . by the jealous little freak.
". . . so he could have her all to himself again?"
Definite shaking of the head.
"No. I mean he started out that way but then he told me about those feelings and that he was trying to be better and he even sat with me while I told . . ."
Voice trailing off, wide-eyed stare.
Oh my god.
That little shit.
"Son of a bitch."
No wonder he was so traumatized when she ran off.
He thought he had played a big game and lost her.
Good grief, has anybody completely figured all this out yet?
Ugh, gives me a headache.
Still fun though. ;)
Thanks to DinahRay and my Mystery Guest for reviewing.