Dean woke up with a start. His eyes flew around the dark space, trying to place where he was. The last thing he remembered was being lost in the woods; something had been chasing him, but he couldn't remember what. He remembered being in a panic, doing his best to get away and then there was nothing. Just darkness. "Fuck." Obviously whatever had been after him, had gotten him. He looked around again, hoping to find anything that seemed familiar, but again, there was nothing. The space was just too dark.
Slowly, he sat up, grimacing as his tired body protested in response. He actually found himself slightly relieved that he could sit up. "Hello?" He paused waiting a second before he spoke again. "Is anyone there?" All he got for a response was the structure creaking against the wind. "Huh." He wriggled his limbs finding that like nothing was keeping him secured to the bed. He was seemingly free to leave it, that's if he could manage to find the energy to. Again the house creaked against the wind, or maybe it was the floor; he couldn't tell. All he knew was he didn't like it. It reminded him of some B horror flick that he and Bray had watched one night. The killer had been sneaking up on his victim and all the floor had done was creak. "Stupid fucking movie. Stupid fucking Wyatt."
'Evening sunshine." Dean nearly jumped out of his skin at the intrusion of the voice. He thought he had been alone, clearly he was mistaken.
"Wha…WHO THE FUCK IS THERE!" He was met with silence. "Come on asshole. Where the fuck are you?" The floor creaked again. Dean quickly turned his head in the general direction of the noise.
"Aren't you just full of piss and vinegar? You must've slept well." Bray. It was Bray's voice. God had he actually managed to find Bray?
"Bray?" Dean licked his dry lips. "Holy shit is it you?" He was met with silence. "Come on I know you're here. Don't tell me I'm fucking dreaming again."
"You're not dreaming." A smile crossed Dean's lips.
"Jesus fuck finally!" Dean sleepily cleared his hair out of his face, squinting as he attempted to see Bray better. "Aren't you going to turn on a light or some shit like that? It's hard to…talk in the dark."
"I want to know how you found this place." Dean blinked. "More importantly, I why know why you're here."
"I think both would be kind of obvious. I mean…" He unashamedly rubbed the back of his head. "I had Evangeline's phone for like…" He thought about for a second. "I guess three days. I dunno it's all a little hazy. A lot of shit has happened since then. But she has your address in there. I tried to GPS it, but I could figure the fucking thing out. So I just kind of asked…around when I got here and they all steered me towards…here." He looked around the dark room. "Where ever here is. Then I got lost in the fucking woods, but its all cool cause I found you. You're here!" He gave Bray a smile, not that he saw it. "Now we can talk this shit out….Maybe with some sort of light?" Dean shrugged slightly. "Didn't come all this way to see you but not see you." Bray simply sighed, rolling his eyes. "Look this is your fault. You've been fucking ignoring me since you ditched me in that god damn parking lot." Dean paused for a second, clearing his throat. "I owe you a good shot to the face for that by the way. That was fucking cold."
"You expected me to take you back to him?"
"I expected you to hash this out with me."
"There is nothing to hash out." Dean shook his head, scooting his way to the end of the bed so he could be closer to Bray.
"I get it alright. You loved me and I fucking hurt you. I have been nothing short of a complete dick to you." Dean squinted again, thinking that for a moment he may have found Bray's face in the darkness. "I'm sorry. I just so sorry." Dean gave him a pleading look, not that it did him any good. He doubted Bray could see it. "I don't want you to leave alright? We can fix this. I'll talk to Roman about…"
"You think this can be fixed?" Dean nodded. "You think we can all live happily ever after like in a fairy tale?!" Dean flinched at Bray's tone. "I offered you EVERYTHING and you REFUSED."
"I know! But we can fix it okay?" Dean heard Bray stomp toward him. A second later the larger man's hands roughly grabbed Dean by the arms, pulling him up from the bed. "I am not your toy." Bray's face was less an inch from Deans. The edge of Bray's beard was running along Dean's skin, tickling him. "I will not be forced to hang on to you simply to assuage your guilt." Bray pulled Dean closer, resting his forehead against Dean's. "You have made your choice. Now live with it." Dean felt himself get roughly thrown back onto the bed. In front of him he could hear Bray's rough breathing. He wanted to reach out to Bray, to try to calm him, but he didn't move. Everything inside of him told him to stay put.
They were both silent for a few minutes, Bray's ragged breathing slowly calming until it wasn't any louder than a whisper. "I've reached out to Angie." Dean gave him a questioning look. Who the hell was Angie? "She'll be here tomorrow to collect you."
"And do what with me? I'm not going back out in that fucking swamp again."
"I assume she'll be taking you to the next show." Show? Dean felt himself get more puzzled. Angie. He didn't know any Angies at work. Unless…
"Wait, Angie…as in Evangeline?" Dean sat up, managing to find Bray's face in the dark. "You called Carrano's assistant on me?" Dean found himself offended by that. "I don't need a fucking baby sitter. If you want me to go, just tell me."
"I would beg to differ. You came here without telling a soul. You've sent everyone around you in a panic because they can't find you. You've sent everyone around me into a panic because they did find you."
"But that doesn't explain why she's coming. It's not her job to come pick me up."
"I don't have to explain my reasons for calling her, just as she doesn't have to explain her reasons for coming. They are what they are." Dean shook his head.
"Not uh. You don't just get to pass me off to a corporate lackey like that. We aren't done."
"We are." Dean shook his head, quickly standing up. His plan had been to find a light, so he could at least see Bray. If Dean made visual contact, then there was a chance he could get the larger man to change his mind. It was a long shot, but he had hoped it could work. Unfortunately he never got the chance to try it. The second he got to his feet, a dizzy spell passed over him, forcing him back onto the bed.
"Bray…" Dean reached out for him as he fought through the spell. He grasped at the darkness, desperately trying to find Bray.
"Stop." Dean felt Bray's hand connect with his, slapping it away. "I won't be taken in by you any longer." Dean felt like he had been kicked in the gut by that.
"If you make me go, I'll just come back. I'm not going to stop until you hear me out." Dean tried to stand again, finding that he made it to his feet with no after effects. "I fucked up alright?" He paused, swallowing hard before he continued. "You keep telling me to live with this choice I've made, but I can't. I won't lie and say I don't love Roman, because I do." Dean stumbled his way through the darkness, eventually finding Bray just a foot or so in front of him.
Bray didn't move when Dean threw his arms around him, he didn't even flinch. "But I love you too." Dean tightened his grip on Bray, laying his head on the larger man's shoulder. "I woke up in that parking lot…and I just….it was real. You fucking loving me was real." Dean choked back tears at that omission. "I was such an asshole because I was always worried about Roman. I never believed he actually could love someone like me." Dean shifted his gaze up to Bray's face. "Seth, Regal…my mom…all of them didn't love me like you do. Even Roman doesn't. When they all left, I didn't fight for them, because in the end it wasn't worth it too. But I'll fight for you."
"Dean…" Bray's interjection gave Dean hope that maybe he was listening.
"I will! I can fix this. It came to me in the parking lot. Just tell me what I have to do to keep you and I'll do it." Dean squeezed Bray as hard as he could. He didn't care that his desperation beginning to show. He'd come all this was to tell Bray the truth. He wasn't leaving until Bray heard it. "You want Roman gone? Then fine, he's gone. You want me to stay here with you? I'll do it." Dean could have sworn Bray closed his eyes for a moment, but he couldn't be sure. I was just too dark to tell. "If you want us to be together. We can be. It can be whatever you want."
Bray felt like he was standing in the middle of a bad dream. It can be whatever you want kept echoing through his mind. Whatever he wanted. That hit every button imaginable. He could finally win. He could finally be rid of Roman. He could keep Dean until they were both dead. No one, not even Roman, would be able to do a thing about it. It was everything he wanted to hear, everything he could ever hope for. There was only one problem. Despite Dean's promises, it still wouldn't be real. Dean didn't love Bray like he claimed, he loved the attention that Bray gave him. He loved the idea of Bray, but at the end of it all he still wanted to climb in bed with Roman every night; and that would never change. "Bray?"
Feeling suffocated, Bray quickly grabbed Dean's arms, ripping the smaller man off of him. He couldn't stand the idea of Dean being anywhere near him. Quickly Bray crossed the room, hearing Dean's body hit the wood floor with a solid thud.
"Enough." Bray found the light switch on the wall, finally granting Dean's request of turning on a light. The blond groaned at the sudden intrusion of the light. "I am tired of this." Bray watched Dean's shocked eyes as they snapped up to his face. "How dare you invade my home" Dean shook his head. "And offer me one of my fondest desires in some lame attempt to kept me on your leash!"
"Bray..."
"I said enough!" That silenced Dean. "You think you can fool me?" Bray let out an odd sort of laugh. "You think you're the first person to claim to love me?" He took a step towards Dean. "You think I can be swayed by sweet words and empty promises?" Bray paused licking his lips. "I have seen love. I have felt love and what you offer me is not love." Bray took another step towards Dean, slowly kneeling down in front of him. "Go back to Roman. He seems fine with being made a fool of." Bray stood back up, glaring down at Dean one last time. "We're done."