Chapter Eighteen

On the ninth day, Dean weighed himself again and lost another pound, making the grand total to be fourteen. "What the hell? The first ten pounds don't count, so I only lost four! I'd better start running harder since I have another fifty pounds to lose, so I won't embarrass Sam anymore by being dumb and fat."

Dean ran out the door and after intensely running twelve miles, he became lightheaded and soon everything went white, gray and black.

"Dean! Dean!"

Dean slowly came around as he heard his name being shouted.

"Dean, can you hear me?"

"Wh-what…who's there?" Dean stuttered.

"It's me…Adam Singer."

Dean soon became aware, "Adam, what happened?"

"I think you passed out from running," he replied. "You're really pale and hot. Stay here and I'll get some help."

No…no…uh, don't." Dean mumbled, eagerly taking a sip of water Adam was offering him. "I'm fine…just help me up."

"Dude, it's really hot out here so you shouldn't be wearing heavy sweat clothes." Adam commented as he slowly guided the man up.

"Yeah, you're right." Dean lightly chuckled, "I know that now."

"But still…maybe you should sit back down and I'll get help." Adam said with a look of concern.

"No, you can go now and I'll uh, be okay." Dean said, adding a fake smile.

"I don't know…you look pretty bad." Adam said, still holding on to him.

"M'fine." Dean said, practically falling into Adam's arms.

"Oh no, you're not and I'm getting help for you immediately!" Adam replied, voice frantic with worry. "Can you lean on me or should I just leave you here."

"I uh…umm, can w-walk."

Dean leaned most of his weight onto the younger man and they slowly walked back to the bungalow. Luke had been watching the entire event unfold with binoculars from the attic and became full of rage since Dean was messing up his plan. He decided to cut the phone wire and hide Dean's cell.

Adam brought Dean inside the bungalow, which was hotter than outside, "Dammit, why do you have the air conditioner off?"

"Uh, it broke days ago and Seth said they're waiting on a part." Dean replied, lying on the sofa.

"Well, you should've moved to another guest house then." Adam stated, trying the phone. "What the hell…phone's broken too. Where's your cell?"

"I dunno." Dean said, drinking a bottle water Adam just handed him while looking for the phone.

"Alright, I gotta go back to the house, so don't move!" Adam demanded, bolting out the door.

Luke walked down the stairs, stunning Dean. "Uh Seth, wh-why were you upstairs?"

"You stupid, fucking whore…you're ruining my plan!" Luke yelled, startling Dean, who was trying to get up from the sofa. "Sit the fuck down!"

Adam thought it was faster to run into Bungalow #3 and called to the main house, "Seth! Seth! Send help to B4…Dean's hurt!" Seth took the message and suggested he go back and wait with the injured male, while he alerted Sam and the others. Barrett, head of security, told his team to await further instructions and took off with the emergency kit.

Adam ran as fast as he could, then stopped outside on the porch when he heard shouting and peaked through the side window, shocked at who he saw. He quietly snuck away and ran back down the main path, still hearing the shouts of that madman.

He quickly came across his mom, Sam, Cas and Barrett. Completely out of breath and with fear in his eyes, Adam desperately tried to explain the details of the horror that he had just witnessed. "D-D-Dean is being held h-hostage by Luke!"

All gasped, as Sam spoke, "Adam, I think you're mistaken, because Luke is locked up in a private hospital in New Hampshire."

Still trying to catch his breath, Adam replied, "No Sam, it's him! I think I would know the son of a bitch who tried to kill my brother!"

"Barrett, call for more guards and take my mom and Adam back to the main house; then call to see if Luke is still at The Oakridge Clinic," Sam ordered. "Cas, I suppose you wanna come with me to B4?"

"Yes, of course!"

"Sam, you cannot go without me." Barrett stated. "He's probably armed and I am too."

"Yeah, you're right." Sam admitted, looking at the former Marine. "Adam, take Mom back to the house."

"No!" They exclaimed.

"Go! We'll be fine…just go and be safe!" Sam motioned for them to leave and both hugged him and Cas, then ran back home.

The three men snuck upon the guesthouse and all were stunned to hear Luke's voice as he was violently yelling at Dean. The other members of the security team arrived and Barrett sent some up the fire escape to the attic and they immediately explained about what they had found.

"It really is Luke." Sam said to Castiel, both stunned as hell.

"All you were supposed to fucking do was slowly kill your fucking self!" Luke shouted.

"Why…what's going on?" Dean asked, making him madder.

"You stupid mother fucker!" he growled. "You were going to fucking kill yourself…that's what's going on…whore!"

"But, why?"

"But, why?" Luke mocked. "Because you're a fucking whore and Sam deserves better! He deserves me, not you!"

"Who are you?" Dean asked in a childlike voice.

"Who am I? Who am I?" he hollered, then slapped Dean across the face. "I'm the only one who truly loves Sam! I'm the only one who understands his needs! I'm the only one who removes anyone who gets in our way! I'm the only one who could get rid of fucking Gabriel so we could be together for ever and ever…that's who I am, whore!"

"Oh my god!" Sam and Cas exclaimed in unison.

"Now, I'm gonna kill you, whore!" Luke shouted as Dean cried in pain.

"Dean! Dean!" Sam screamed, getting away from Barrett and Castiel and running through the door of the bungalow and saw his boyfriend bleeding. "Oh Luke, what did you do to Dean?!"

TBC…

*** I decided to post since the world didn't end! Good thing, because its my birthday! Or is this a bad thing, since I'm a year older now...lol ;) I really do appreciate ALL the reviews, alerts and suggestions for this story...thanks ***