Seth's hand on Dean's arm was the effect of alligator jaws clamped down on a deer leg.
Now for the death roll.
'Who IS this guy?! A brother, cousin or-'
He didn't say 'lover', his mouth refused.
THIS was why his mother had been right all along, love was the worst thing of all, you care for someone and end up betrayed and alone.
'This is S. He's my guardian demon.'
'Demon.' Seth repeated, feeling woozy.
'You know I am the reincarnated version of a murderer.'
'Yeah.'
'And that I went to Hell briefly and was sent back to Earth to kill again.'
'By Good Ol' Satan himself.' Seth grunted.
'Yep and he sent S after me, to check on things.'
'Some guardian!' S whooped. 'YOU were big brother to ME after all.'
'Yeah you'd be my best friend if I had one.'
Seth ground his teeth hard enough to hurt. He'd stupidly loved and now he was paying for it.
'But this guy, here...' Dean sort of pushed Seth forward a bit. 'THIS guy is MY guy.'
His stomach quit churning enough, boiling water, to allow a smile.
S looked over, obviously equally as jealous.
'Your lover, hmmm?'
'Yeah I know I'm not supposed to care but it happens.'
'Indeed it does.' S glared at Seth and they WERE equally jealous of the other, enemies from the start.
Seth was slightly impressed however. Having a demon crushing on you( but not knowing it) was quite a feat.
That was his multi talented Banana Bread Crumb. HIS and this 'S' would just have to get over himself.
Seth winced.
Oh crap.
He was using pet names, yeah maybe only mentally but still...
He needed to stop that nonsense before he fell even further.
The screeches and wailing snapped him out of it.
Glanced over at the pair using their knives to carve away at the man on the ground, cats and dogs and one left out, ignored guy watching as they cut off his middle fingers, chuckled and whooped and flipped each other off, delighted.
Seth was there but not there, invisible.
He walked before he ran, mind and body numb.
Heart gone bleak.
'There you go!' Big hands in two pairs working together.
Alberto winced at the cold feeling of ice on his face but lay still.
drew didn't budge from bedside. 'He'll be okay right?'
'Yeah.' Taker stretched, bones cracking like ice melting. 'Were attacks are easier to heal up then human fight wounds believe it or not.'
'How much do I owe-'
'A naked photo of your boyfriend.' Kane said as he picked up his book, dropped onto the other bed, only partly kidding.
'Shut up, little bro. I don't do this to get paid. Go back to...you're SURE you can walk back alright?'
Drew nodded. 'I'll take a cab.'
'Good. I'll call for one.'
'At six am?'
'Sure.'
The hug shocked them, all three, long arms aroung big body, black shirt mingled with blue jeans.
'Thank you.'
'No problem kid.'
'Ouch my arm hurts!' Leo picked through Roman's hair the way monkeys groomed each other.
'Actually getting tats didn't hurt too much. I may have slept through it.'
Leo tilted his head, curious and Roman laughed at the face.
'No shirt no shoes, no service.'
'Well let's remedy that then.' Roman inched forward, easing out of his shirt.
Leo grinned and placed hands on the chest, rubbing upward slowly, feeling nipples go from hard to soft.
'Time to take Leo's medicine!'
Roman's eyes closed briefly, his crotch hard stone and sore, throbbing. 'Yeah.'
A load of sailors couldn't curse as much as Seth did, blazing through the suite, back in his room, door slammed and locked.
'In Chicago they put pickles on them.' Leo looked over, brow furrowed.
'I'll let him cool down before I check on him.' Roman yanked his shirt back in place, not willingly.
He felt disappointed at losing out on getting laid.
And serious concern over Seth's furious anger and well being.
