Passenger 3-B
Chapter Sixteen
Luke watched the houseguest awaken early morning, as it was currently time to put his plan into action. He called the main house to place his orders for breakfast and the rest as well.
"Good morning, Mr. Winchester." Seth said as he answered the phone. "How may I assist you?"
"I'm going to be placing several orders for the entire day since I do not want to be interrupted." Luke mentioned, pretending to be Dean on the telephone. "For breakfast, I would like a ½ grapefruit, one hard boiled egg and a piece of dry wheat toast with black coffee. Also a T-bone steak, four scrambled eggs with cheddar cheese and eight slices of Turkey bacon. For lunch, I would like a turkey burger with wheat bread and a large chef's salad with ranch dressing. For dinner, I would like four grilled chicken breasts, corn on the cob and a baked potato with a side of celery and carrots. Plus, a bottle of your finest red wine and whatever dessert you are serving for everyone else. And remember, I do not want to be interrupted by anyone so please leave the tray by the back door and then I will find them later."
Luke hung up the phone, still watching the houseguest. Don't worry whore, you're gonna get what you deserve for hurting Sam, since I'm the only one who truly loves him.
Dean dressed so he could begin the first day of his dieting and exercise programs. "I guess I should call Seth and tell him what I want to eat," he mumbled. However before he could dial, the phone rang and it was Seth explaining how Sam had already ordered all his meal plans in advanced. Dean hung up the phone and immediately began to exercise.
Upstairs in the attic, Luke smirked as he hung up the phone. Pretending to be Seth was just too damn easy and this is gonna be fun to torture this whore.
After two hours of intense exercising, Dean was interrupted by the doorbell to find a tall, extremely well-built man with short dark brown hair and gray eyes. "Good Morning, Mr. Winchester, I have brought your breakfast entrée…where shall I set it up at?"
"Uh…over there will be fine," Dean confusingly replied. "I'm sorry, but who are you?"
"I am Seth Landers, Mr. Novak's personal butler." Luke answered, smirking on the inside.
"Oh, I see." Dean said, still confused since he met Seth one other time and thought the man had red hair. Guess I mixed him up with someone else since meeting the staff was overwhelming and I still cringe whenever I hear Sam Novak."
"Mr. Novak explained to me that you needed to lose weight, therefore, he gave me a strict diet plan for you to follow." Luke expressed, seeing the man's face turn pale.
"What?" Dean inquired. "Sam said that I was fat and needed to be on a strict diet?"
"Yes, Sir, he did." Luke stated, uncovering the plate. "For breakfast, you will have a ½ grapefruit, one hard boiled egg and a piece of dry wheat toast with black coffee. May I assist you with anything else?"
"Uh, no…uh, thanks."
"I will be back with your lunch later." Luke bowed, "I'll show myself out…good day, Sir." He instantly walked around back to take the emergency escape latter back up to the attic to watch the guest.
Dean slowly began to eat, although he suddenly lost his appetite. Sam thinks I'm fat and need to diet…I knew my dad was right. Why would Sam want to be with a fat dummy when he could have any guy…maybe even one well-built like that Seth?
Meanwhile, back at the main house, the real Seth had explained to Sam that Dean called in his entire day's meal plan so he wouldn't be interrupted by anyone. Although Sam had promised to keep his distance, he was very upset to learn Dean still wanted to be alone.
Castiel was concerned as well and the two men shared a drink in the library to discuss the one person they both love. "Sam, I wanted to express my sincere apology for not keeping in touch throughout the years, because we both would have not been ambushed like we were last night."
"Cas, you have nothing to be sorry for, since it was clearly my fault." Sam stated. "How could I have been so stupid as to forget to tell my new boyfriend of what my real name was…the look on his face was heart breaking."
"I am sure it was since Dean had never had any self worth and has zero confidence." Cas articulated. "And from what you told me about him finally telling his parents of his sexual orientation was a first for Dean and that alone must have taken a lot of his energy, probably left him feeling drained."
"Yeah, you're right since too much has happened in just a few short weeks," Sam quietly said. "Hopefully, a few days away will do us both some good and we can move on from here."
"Maybe I should speak with him today."
"Well, Seth told me he didn't want to be interrupted, but I guess you can pass that message along to Seth and he could ask Dean when he delivers lunch." Sam explained as the blue-eyed male nodded.
Back at the bungalow, Dean barely finished his breakfast and immediately puked it all back up. Writing in a journal, he wrote down the calories he had consumed, "I better work off those calories with a powerful run." As soon as he left out the front door for a run through the wooded area, the real Seth left the lunch tray by the backdoor with a note attached.
Dean,
I hope you are feeling better and enjoying your quiet time, but I was hoping to speak with you later. If yes, then please let Seth know when and where. If not, then I completely understand and will respect your decision.
Sincerely,
Cas
"Well, isn't this just a typical whorish move…cheating on Sam with an old flame." Luke sneered, snatching up the tray and running up the stairs to the attic before Dean could see him.
When Dean returned one hour later, he found the lunch tray set up in the same place as the breakfast one was and figured Seth had let himself in. Dean opened the dish to see a small green salad with tomatoes and cucumbers with no dressing. "I guess that's all the calories I would need anyways."
The starving man sat down to eagerly dig into the lettuce then noticing the note. As he read it, his stomach began twisting. My belly is turning with desire to see my long-lost love yet still craving for Sam…what am I gonna do?
After he finished the small lunch, he picked up the phone and 'Seth' answered it on the first ring. "Uh, Seth…can you ask Cas to come over around seven pm?"
"Of course, Mr. Winchester." Luke replied from the attic. "Anything else I may assist with?"
"Umm…uh, yeah…uh, tell Sam that I uh, am thinking about him and will uh, call in a couple of days."
"Yes, I will…anything else?"
"No, uh, thanks." Dean replied, hanging up and still clueless about the man hiding upstairs.
Luke immediately called Seth, pretending to be Dean and asked for Castiel to come over at eight thirty. Seth explained he would pass on the message and later called back to confirm. I'm gonna love watching this whore squirm while he's waiting.
Dean continued his intense workout and even managed to get in another run before dinner. After a long, hot shower Dean once again found his meal tray already set up for him with another note.
Mr. Winchester,
I have passed along your messages to Mr. Castiel Novak and Mr. Sam Novak. Please enjoy your meal and call if you need my assistance.
Seth J. Landers
Kitchen Manager and Personal Assistant to Mr. Sam Novak
Dean opened the dish, as the delicious aroma filled the room, only to find one grilled chicken breast with a side of raw celery and carrots. However, he didn't care since he was starving and was excited for Cas to come over.
Dean cleaned up the living area as he eagerly awaited the handsome man from his past, but soon it was seven thirty, then eight o'clock. I guess Cas hates me too…I'm just a stupid loser from his past and he probably wants to forget me.
Feeling his stomach turn, Dean ran to the bathroom to puke up his latest meal. About thirty minutes later, the doorbell unexpectedly rang as Dean was lying next to the toilet. "Dammit…it's probably Seth again!" he loudly commented as he strode down to the front door and was stunned to see first love standing there. Cas was dressed in black jeans and a blue shirt that matched his eyes. "Cas!"
"Hello Dean."
TBC…