Passenger 3-B
Author's Note: Dean is telling Sam about his college years, therefore, this chapter will have flashbacks.
Chapter Three
It's a slightly warmer day than before; consequently Dean was actually grateful for his new clothes. Sam's very pleased to see Dean wearing them, making him smile.
They walked along the beach holding hands to the rented boat that was going to take them snorkeling. The afternoon went by very quickly and they were having tons of fun, thus they didn't want it to end. The two men decided to have a quiet dinner with a picnic on the beach, because Sam had this feeling that Dean wanted to talk in private.
"Dean, is there something wrong?"
"No, why?" Dean confusingly asked.
"I wanna know what's bugging you? And don't say nothing, because there's something." Sam paused, taking a deep breath. "We have only known each other for a couple of days, but I feel that something is bothering you and I really want to help. I know I can, if you would just open up."
Dean awkwardly looked away, mumbling, "Yeah, there's something wrong." Slowly, he turned to look Sam in the eye. "It's me. I'm what's wrong. I mean, uh…I'm totally messed up and don't know if you should be with a crazy person like me."
Sam's hand caressed the gorgeous man's cheek, making him feel extremely safe as they sat there in silence.
Dean began to speak from the heart, "I needed to tell you that I really want to be with you…I mean if you still want to be with me. But, before you answer, I'm not sure if you're looking for a relationship or just a fling. Because I don't know what I want either and this is making me look at my life. I'm confused and lonely; however, I don't want you to be obligated to be with me. After all, you just lost someone less than a year ago."
"Yeah, Dean, I've been thinking the same stuff. Honestly, I don't know what kinda relationship I'm looking for, but I do know that I want you." Sam sincerely said. "I want you, but only when you're ready. However, I feel that there is more, because you keep looking at your phone."
"My phone…" Dean chuckled as he held it up. "My phone keeps ringing when I'm thinking about you and it's my parents. I know if I talk to them, they will either talk me out of being with you or convince me to come home or worse…check myself back into a looney-bin."
"Have you been ignoring them this whole time?" Sam questioned.
Dean nodded, "Yep, they called and left dozen of messages. I can't talk to them. You know, they still hate me."
Before he could finish, the phone buzzed and the two men laugh hysterically. Sam looked down at the phone to see a picture of a blonde woman, listed as Mom. He handed Dean the phone, "Just answer it and keep it short. I'll be right here for morale support, so put it on speakerphone."
Dean cautiously opened it, "Uh…hello."
"Oh thank God, you're okay!" Mary exclaimed. "Where have you been? We've been really worried!"
"I'm fine." Dean rolled his eyes at Sam and both snicker.
"Dean, why on earth haven't you been returning our messages? What's going on?"
"Mom, I'm fine. Just real busy with meetings and, when I finish, it's too late to call."
"But, honey, we were very worried…" Mary's voice got cut off by John taking the phone from her. "Dean, what in the hell is going on with you? We've been worried sick! Why are ya trying to hurt us?"
"Dad, I'm not trying to make you worry. I'm uh, extremely busy that's all."
"What the hell is really going on?" John barked. "And I want the damn truth!"
Dean just sat there with a miserable expression as Sam motioned for him to end the call. "I told ya this would happen," he muttered.
"What did you say, Son? Who's with you?"
Suddenly Dean felt like a teenager again, as his father's demanding voice continued, "Dean, you better fucking answer me! Who's there with ya?"
After a few seconds of silence, Dean looked at his new friend for advice covering the phone with his hand, "What should I do?"
Sam held his other hand, gently kissing it, making that the only response Dean needed to answer his father's questions.
"Dad, I met someone who I'm trying to get to know and I didn't want a lecture from you or mom, so that's why I haven't called. I'm hanging up now, since you guys are probably mad at me, but it's been two years since Jo died and I finally found someone who makes me feel alive again." Dean cleared his throat, "Bye, Dad." He immediately turned off the phone and passionately kissed Sam, devouring him like the world was ending.
"Wow, that was some kiss!" Sam cheerfully stated. "I'm very proud of you, because it must have been agonizing for ya."
"You know what, it really wasn't. I wish I had done this ages ago. I honestly feel great and want to celebrate."
"Sure, Dean, whatcha have in mind?" Sam received his response with a long, deep kiss that seemed to last for hours.
"Sam, I want to make love to you tonight, but there is still some stuff that I need to tell you first. I feel that I must be honest with you and certain things I have done in the past might make ya not want to be with me."
Puzzled by this statement, Sam motioned for him to go on. What could be so bad, that it would interfere with us making love?
"I uh…did a lot of bad things in my past and I need to come clean for you." Dean took a deep breath, "In college, I was very confused about what had happened to me in that mental hospital and I didn't know if I was to be with guys or gals. I began dating girls first and soon I became known as a one-night stand, which was fine with me. Then, I hurt this one girl, Cassie Robinson, who I really cared about and her best-friend let me have it. Even though we remained friends, Cassie opened my eyes and I decided not to hurt anyone else again, but myself."
Dean reached for a beer from the picnic basket, "One night, I was in a seedy bar on the other side of town, when this truck driver asked me, 'How much?' I was completely caught off guard, because this guy thought I was whore. I sat there laughing, but he didn't move and asked again. He bought me a drink and then led me out to his semi-truck.
Flashback
"So, kid, how much?" The driver asked again with a stern voice.
"Depends…whatcha want?"
The man violently grabbed him by the hair, pulling him into a kiss. "I wanna to fuck ya, but first how about a blow job?"
Stepping back, Dean answered, "Sure. It'll be three-hundred dollars."
"What? Are you kiddin' me?" The truck driver snapped, "I could get it much cheaper, you know."
"Uh, no, I don't know." Dean unzipped his jeans, pulling out his huge erected penis, noticing the driver's eyes bug out and pointed. "I'm sure you won't find this for cheaper." And with that said, the truck driver immediately grabbed three $100 bills out of his wallet as Dean's jerking himself off. The man kneeled down and gave him a blow job, which Dean happily returned later.
When everything the trucker driver wanted was done, Dean casually went back into the bar and ordered another beer. Two guys playing pool eagerly wanted him to join them. One has short black hair with long side burns, while the other is bald and had tons of tattoos.
"I'm Jerry and this is Clay." The brunette said while racking up the balls to start a fresh game.
"I'm John." Dean confidentially said. Taking his father's name only seemed appropriate, he thought.
"Hey, John, you wanna make a small bet?" Clay playfully inquired.
"Sure, what's the bet?"
"If you win, we give ya our pool winnings." Clay counted out four $100 bills, placing them in the middle of the pool table. "And if we win, we fuck you right here on the table."
Dean pondered the offer and made a counter-offer with a smile. "How about if I win, I get all the cash and the fuck?"
The two pool hustlers' smirked at one another and then offered to let Dean to start the game.
The game was winding down and Dean was losing, but all he had to do was sink his last three balls. However, he was feeling a little buzzed from all the alcohol he has drunk all night and missed.
The two guys were high-fiving each other and ordered more drinks. Dean playfully held his head down in shame, acquiring a couple shots of whiskey.
Finally, Clay and Jerry flipped a coin to see who was going first. Jerry won and excitingly pulled Dean back over to the pool table, wildly kissing him. "John, I've been waiting for this all night and you're not leaving here until you satisfy me, understand?"
"Yeah, so stop wasting my time and get started." Dean demanded with such authority, instantly turning on both men. Jerry unzipped the young hustler and aggressively bent him over the pool table. At first, the other patrons had not noticed what was happening until Jerry had his final orgasm.
Then it was Clay's turn, while the crowd was watching and cheering. Dean felt ashamed as others were screaming for the man to keep pounding him and that's what Clay did. He violently thrusted in and out, not even giving Dean a chance to breathe.
Finally the brutal assault was over and as Dean started to zip back up, others wanted him. He told them he was finished for the night, but would be back tomorrow. One big man with long brown hair didn't like that answer and viciously pushed Dean back down on the pool table. The crowd became unruly and, before he knew it, Dean was being fucked every which way by everyone in there.
Sometime during the night or early morning, he passed out. Upon waking up, Dean discovered he's in the dumpster behind the bar with almost two-thousand dollars in his pocket, having been thrown out like the trash he was. Dean sat there and cried, because he couldn't walk and was too hung-over to drive.
Finally, he made his way back to the dorm and repeated the same process the next night and the night after that. Dean felt that he should be treated like garbage because he was whoring himself out every night.
That all changed when he met his new floor monitor at the university; Castiel Novak was a year ahead of him and he was very beautiful with his dark hair and bright blue eyes.
End of Flashback
On the beach, the sunset began to appear in beautiful colors over the ocean. Dean had tears in his green eyes, while Sam held him tight. "Dean, you don't hafta continue, obviously this brought back painful memories."
"Yeah, it's bad but there's more to tell." He softly said, wiping his tears away.
"I know but it doesn't need to be said now."
"But, Sam, if you don't know the whole truth, you're gonna be upset." Dean offered, "I'm a horrible person with an unconventional past and I hurt people."
"Dean, you were young and confused, so stop making it sound like you're a serial killer or something."
"But…"
"No, Dean!" Sam challenged, "You were a victim, not a sociopath. I very much want to make love to you now but only if you want too."
Dean stared at his new friend and couldn't believe what he's hearing. Does Sam really want to be with me knowing what a fuck up I've been? Why?
"Stop over thinking it…can I take you to bed now or what?" Sam demanded more harshly than he meant, but this hot guy doesn't seem to understand that the past is the past and it should stay there. "Dean, you need to live your life the way you want too and if making love to me is in that plan, then please let's be together."
"I desperately want to be with you…I, uh, need to be with you." Dean assured with a small smile.
Sam leaned over with a quick kiss, "Great, let's go." And with that said, the duo snatched up all their belongings and soon were in Sam's suite.
TBC…