Dean finally got to the bar. He looked around for his car he couldn't find it. Sighing annoyed he went inside. It was empty, of course it was empty it was 3 aclock in the afternoon. He looked around the dusty place, finally spotting the bartender. Making eye contact Dean walked over to him.
"I'm here for my car."
The bartender scuffed at Dean "Some guy claiming to be your boyfriend came and picked it up." He grabbed for a class to continue cleaning.
Dean let out an aggervated noise. It could have been Bray. Luring him into a trap, just to mess with him again. Or Roman could have done it. Asshole dick, wanted to make sure Dean wouldn't drive home drunk. How could Roman know though? Bray knew the bar that Dean liked to drink at. He was here last night after all. He needed his car. He didn't want either of those guys to see him. But, Roman did say that Seth pressed himself on Roman. Roman doesn't seem like that bad of a guy. Talk, dark, not bad to look at, or even a bad personality. What if Roman's lying? What if this is part of the bigger plan?
The bartenders grunt snapped Dean out of his thoughts.
"What did the guy look like?"
The bartender raised an eyebrow "well, see my memory isn't that good since working in this dive bar. You know that."
Dean sighed, he only had twenty bucks on him. Twenty bucks will have to do. He gave over the money to the bartender. "Now you have to tell me, what did he look like."
"Well, he was big. He was nice to, i had a few whores in here when he came in. Including your momma. They swoon over him. He politely declined they, saying he was your boyfriend. Man your mom was shocked. Then Gido came and got em."
Dean tapped his fingers on his collar bone starting to get angry. "What did he look like Henry?"
The Bartender put down the glas picking up another one "Tall, I don't know. Darker colored skin. But not black. He was a deep carmel. With black hair. Looked like he had a tattoo."
Dean sat down at the stool before he could finish his sentence. "Just give me something."
Henry stared down at him "and with what money are you going to pay with?"
Dean, groaned "come on. Just add it to my bill. You know I'm good for it."
The bartender mixes a shot quickly for him "your goin have to pay for that bill soon kid. Other wise I'll have to tell Gido. I'd hate for you to have to pay like that."
Dean quickly took the shot ignoring the bartender. "Give me another."
Henry poured the shot "Dean come on. You know the rules."
He took the next shot ignoring henry again. "Another."
Henry obliged him again. Leaving the bottle this time. Letting Dean to his own devices. Hours passed and the bottle was gone. Dean got up maneuvering through the body of people to the bathroom. He swayed to the music hopping up onto the counter pulling out another cigarette. Smiling he fumbled with the lighter, taking a few minutes. Dean finally lit the cigarette. Silently smoking he enjoyed himself. The world was so much better when he was drunk.
Dean sat on top of the counter smiling drunkenly as the door to the bathroom opened. He immediately slammed the door back yelling. "HEEY THOSS BATTHRRROM IS OCCUPODO!" He heard foot shuffled away, he went back to smoking. A few minutes later the door swung open again. Dean flung his cigarette at the menacing doorway being. "Fuk off."
Roman growled down at Dean. He quickly picked him up throwing him over his shoulder fireman style. He took him out of the bar, and threw him into the back of his truck.
Dean squirmed and fought Roman. Leaving little nail lines on his back. "Fffukkk offf."
Roman held Dean's arms down. "You're drunk Dean."
"You're a jerk." Dean smiled spitting into Roman's face.
Roman sighed, he picked up Dean taking him into the cabin. He put Dean first into the passenger's seat. Then once he climbed in, Roman pulled Dean into his lap.
Dean sat drunk out in Roman's lap. Feeling the nice warm safe vibe coming from the older man. He felt so cozy. Dean leaned his head onto Romab's chest seattling down. Why was he so mad again? Why didn't he want Roman to touch him? Roman was to much nice, so much cleaner, and so much prettier than Bray. Bray was rougher. He wouldn't hold Dean in his lap like this. He wouldn't do it this nicely. Bray would hold him there and whispers cruel true things into his ear. Dean begain to breathe heavily. Bray was rough. He would hold Dean down no matter what Dean actually wanted. Bray wanted Dean for himself. He killed a man. Didn't he? Didn't Bray kill a man for Dean? Roman wouldn't do that, would he? Dean starts hyper ventilating holding tightly onto Romab's shirt. Bray was right, Dean was a slut, a little whore just like his mom. Roman wanted to hurt him. Roman was the bad guy. Bray was mean though. Between sobs Dean rang out "IT's
NOT TRUE. It's NOT. I'm NOT A WHORE. I'm NOT!"
Roman clasped his arms around Dean holding him tightly to his chest. Whispering deeply and softly into the younger man's ear. "I know you not Dean. Please, try to calm down. I think you're having a panic attack. I can feel your hearr racing."
Dena felt Roman's chest moving, vibrating. It felt good against him. He felt Roman's arms tight around him. Giving him a safe hold. Dean leaned further into Roman. He could breathe, breath was so much easier against Roman. He was nice. Dean pressed his head to Roman's torso further. Mumbling incoherent words.
Roman, held Dean in his arm. Gently singing a soft lullaby his mother use to sing for him.
author's note
Sorry it's been awhile. I hope you all like this chapter.