It was Bray. He stood towering over Dean's body smiling with his somewhat grown beard and fedora. He was enjoying looking at Dean in this fragile state. The state he thrived in. Crouching Bray leaned in closely to Dean leaned close into Dean.

"See it's ok now. Little one. I made the big bad man sleep. He won't be waking up for awhile. Good thing I've been watching you. Making sure you don't get into any trouble. You're too precious little one. No else is going to get you except me. You are mine. Your body is mine. Your soul is mine. Everything you are is mine. You belong to me and no one else. Especially that big criminal of a man. He broke your heart once. He played you he held you close. Kisses you then threw you to the curb."

Bray's smiled continued to lean in, in tell Dean could feel his teeth next to his ear. Dean knew Bray was whispering but to Dean it made his skin crawl. Like a sonic boom going off in his ear. He could hear Bray clearly.

"Tell me little one. Do you wish it was Roman that saved you? The big man who breaks scum like you hearts."

Dean stared up at him from the corner of his eye. Whispering "I don't know."

Bray grined getting on the bed straddling Dean grabbing his chin jerking Dean's eyes to him. "Now, Deano stop being so indecisive. Let me show you. Come with me little one to a much better life." He gently petted Dean's side of the face with the back of his hand. "Far away from your whore mommy." That created a quick jerk from Dean, quickly and strongly fixed by Bray's hand reaching towards his throat. "No more monsters. Just you and me, my little one and his savoir. I will never tell you a lie, nor never put you in any body harm."

Dean looked up to Bray "get off me Bray, your fucking creepy, and I'm tired of your shit."

Bray sat there putting his full weight onto Dean. "Sush little one. Don't make me mad. I won't be very nice to you if you are." His hand snaked up to Dean's hair slighly gripping it.

Dean angeled his head up a bit to relax the tension on his skull. "I mean it Bray fuck off. I'm not into your crummy ass shit."

Bray jerked his hand up making Dean let out a small groan. He couldn't help but smile at his achievment. "Now little one, I would hate to break you so early one in the game." Bray leaned in his head close touching his nose with Dean's. "You're not one of my litle lambs that came wondering to me. You're my little precious one, the one that no one else cares for. You're own mother just wanted to use you as a piece of meat, that makes money."

Dean jerked up hearing the comment about his mother. She may not be the most caring, the sweetest, or actually pays the bills. Bray didn't have that right. With fury burning in his eyes he stared at Bray like a mad bull planning the death of the matador before him. Bray stayed still as a statue unwavered by the fire in his eyes. Instead he simply smiled a crooked one, like he had something secret planned. Bray kissed Dean's head roughly, pushing him down he lept to his feet. The lights went out, when Dean's eyes asjusted, bray was nowhere to be seen.

Dean slowly sat up, he looked around expecting Bray to jump out of any corner. It took him about five minutes to come to the realization that Bray wasn't going to come in and kidnap him. So with that realization he went down stairs, he saw his mom gently sleeping on the couch. He looked around trying to find out if there was anyone else in the house. He searched his mom's room and the hallways. No one, nothing, he could relax a little bit more. Dean laid a blanket on top and of his mom, grabbing his jacket he headed back to the bar the night before.

It was cold, Dean cursed himself for getting to drunk to drive. It was to cold to walk 7 miles to the bar. He had his hands in the pocket of his jacket. Looking down, in tell he heard a car horn making him look up seeing Roman in his old chevy truck. Dean rolled his eyes not wanting to see the betrayer right now, instead he crossed the road ignoring him.

Roman stared opened eye at Dean. He decided to drive up next to him.

"Dean!"

Dean could hear Roman next to him, instead of turning around he kept walking.

Roma honked his horn.

"Dean what's wrong? What's up man?"

Dean mumbled under his breath "nothin, not like you care."

Roman quickly found a curb to park next to. Slamming his door he started joking towards Dean. Reaching out he grabbed Dean's arm. "Seriously what's up with you. I haven't seen you around. You never came by the other night, so you know we could talk about things."

Dean snatches his arm back from Roman's grasp. "Don't touch me."

Roman quietly put his hands up surrendering "look i'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you."

Dean slumped his shoulders and head forward not wanting to get into a fight. Why couldn't he just leave him alone? Didn't he get the freakin message? Or was he just continuing to mess with him? Turning around Dean sized up to look Roman in the eyes speaking clearly full of pain and anger. "Listen, I saw what's been goin on with you and Slut puppy seth. I don't need this shit on me. I don't need assholes like you pretending to be interested in me, when you're not. It's my life not some sick twisted to mess with!"

Roman stepped back staring at Dean. "Nothing happened between me and Seth. Seth came over and through himself on me. I didn't wanna kiss him." He gently reaches for Dean's hand "I don't wanna mess with you. Honestly."

Dean shook off Roman's hand. "Listen you and Bray can just fuck off. I'm done."

Roman moved in a bit closer to Dean. "Den listen this isn't a joke. Me and Bray aren't in cahoots. Bray is just a creep." He gently looked over the now shaking Dean. "Did he do something to you."

Dean gently pulled out a cigarette lighting "no."

Roman quickly grabbed the cigarettes throwing it to the ground "don't lie." He turned around to get back in his truck, whispering "and you shouldn't smoke, you're too pretty for that smell."

Dean stared off at Roman watching him drive away.

author's notes

Sorry for such a late late late update. I'm trying to get better.