Chapter Fifteen
"Dean, it's our bedroom," Sam commented. "Please don't go to a hotel or anywhere else…stay here."
"I uh, need to get away and think…just let me go."
"Please stay!" he begged. "You can stay in one of the guest houses for as long as you want and I won't bother you…I promise. All you have to do is dial zero and it automatically connects with Seth. He's like a modern day butler and will handle all of your meals and stuff."
Dean thought for a few moments, "Yeah, I'll do that and call you in a couple of days after I think." Dean grabbed his bag and packed his clothes.
"I'll walk you down." Sam quietly said, "You can stay in Bungalow #4 because it's the only guest house that isn't seen from the main house unless you're on the third floor in the back, so its very private and no one will bother you except Seth."
They walked down to the back door, "What do you want me to tell your guests at the party tonight."
"I uh, only invited two people, "Luci, my friend and assistant and Michael, my friend from college…I guess he could catch up with Cas since they were friends."
"What about Cas…what shall I tell him?"
"Tell him the truth…that I-I uh, need to think and I'll speak with him tomorrow," Dean replied, "but only if he wants too."
Sam watched the man he truly loved walk down the path to the guest house and was very sad, but the party had already began and he put on a happy face. He really wanted to share the news of the new merger with friends and family but was heartbroken that Dean wouldn't be there by his side.
The party lasted until three in the morning and then Sam went to bed alone for the first time in a couple of weeks. The room still had Dean's scent and he desperately wanted to be with him right now. It took all the energy he had not to march down to the bungalow and fuck the guy of his many erotic thoughts.
Dean sat on the couch of the four story guest house sipping a glass of wine, thinking about how his life was once again messed up. I was so happy and now it's all wrong. Sam could have anyone and he chose me…what a mistake that was.
Later, Dean checked out one the bedrooms on the second floor and settled on one with a view of trees, making it more secluded. It had a four-poster bed, an antique oak dresser with a matching full length mirror and three windows lined with burgundy curtains.
He stood in front of the mirror, "My dad was right…I am fat and disgusting. Sam could never be with anyone this fat, so I better start a diet tomorrow." The upset male finished his drink, then ran to the bathroom to vomit. Within minutes, he was standing in front of the mirror again, "I need to watch my calories now and that means no more alcohol."
Passenger 3-B restlessly laid on the bed, tossing and turning about early events. His mind racing about thoughts of the two men he loved more than life itself. Sam lied to me but always has a good explanation and I even told my parents off for us. Then there's Cas, someone I haven't seen I years but wanted to more than anything. Why am I such a fuck up? He soon fell asleep, not knowing he was being watched on secret surveillance cameras set up all over the bungalow.
See, what Dean, (and all the others), didn't know was there was a man already secretly living in the attic of Bungalow #4 for several months now. A man who was watching Dean from monitors he had set up to keep an eye on every room from the main house to all four bungalows.
As Dean slept, the man upstairs sneered, looking into the monitor, "Yeah, whore, better sleep now because I have big plans for you. I will eliminate you the same way I did with Gabriel, except this time will be more fun…I'm gonna torture this slut to death."
The man then glanced at the monitor of Sam's bedroom, seductively watching him masturbating. Sam was very lonely without the person who made his life extremely happy the last few weeks. "Dean! Oh god, Dean!" Sam cried out, hands and stomach covered with his cum.
The man watching this was disgusted at what he saw…this so-called love of his life shared Sam's bed, yet left because Sam had 'lied' about things. Obviously this man really is a whore; therefore, he's not good enough for Sam and I'll stop him.
The man took out a notebook and wrote Luke McBride-Singer over and over. I will be with Sam forever and ever since I'm the only one who truly loves him.
TBC…