Post by Dean Harper on Mar 15, 2019 21:01:47 GMT
The camera comes on to Dean sitting in a tshirt and jeans on top of a stack of creates with only a green hue from the light.
“So here we are. Coming to the end of the road. The Roulette is almost at hand.”
Dean gestures.
“Some of you have a specific goal in mind. Maybe it’s focused solely on me, maybe it about a better world. I’m here to tell you. All those soft ideals you have of me? All those ‘could be better, could be save’ shit. Others have tried to break me. Others have tried to domesticate me. Spoiler, it never takes.”
Dean shakes his head.
“But let’s not ignore the very obvious convenience just when the roulette is rounding the corner is when suddenly there seems to be a push to make The Pack good. You want to know what happened to the last person who tried to save me? He beat bae’s head in with his belt.”
Dean licks his teeth.
“What you see is what you get.”
Dean winks.
“I am a reckoning. I will clear a path for my brothers to win this fight. Regardless of who stands victorious at the end of this a member of The Pack will stand victorious. Nothing anyone else can say or do will change that.”
Dean drums his fingers on the crate.
“But you already know that, don’t you?”
Dean laughs.
“While most of passion will be just removing the obstacles in our way…there are some I will be taking some personal satisfaction in getting rid of personally.”
Dean traces the scar on his wrist.
“Some unfinished fucking business.”
“I’ve missed this.” Warren was breathing hard as Dean laid next to him.
“Glad it’s everything you remembered.” Dean grinned.
“Sometimes when you touch me, god it’s like a storm inside me.” Warren smiled at him.
Dean blinked, “A storm?”
“The way you touch me, the way you hold me, hell even your eyes--
“—Eyes look like a storm’s brewing in that little mind of your, Harper.”
“Y-yeah?” Dean’s breathing was labored, he hadn’t slept yet, he had barely been able to really catch his breath before Uriel had turned off the water. “Is that why I’m being water boarded?”
“It’s kept you awake. That’s all I wanted.” Uriel touched his face, it was odd, affectionate and maybe even a little gentle.
“Oh yeah?” Dean tried to pull away but that made Uriel smile.
“Oh...I’ve been coming at this all wrong haven’t I?” Uriel was getting closer, something inside of him knew what that look was.
“I’ve had worse from better.” Dean looked away from Uriel, trying to use his body weight to get him free of the restraints.
“It’s going to be so easy to break you.” The feel of lips on his ear, gentle and unreasonably soft as hands explored.
“It’s a bit funny isn’t it Brat Prince? She’s trained you so well to prepare yourself for pain, trained so long, practically unaffected by it. But you have no tolerance for pleasure.”
Dean tried to not to give a reaction, not to be affected, not to want, not to moan as Uriel brushed his lips down his neck.
“The Kane boy seems to have left you wanting.” Uriel sucked on his ear and Dean’s entire body hummed.
“Is this how Cross got you to stay hidden with him?” the touch was too soft, too good and Dean’s head went back against his want. “Did he make love to you? Make you feel loved?”
Dean bit his tongue to keep from making a noise but he’d failed, a strangled kind of sound.
“Shhh, shh. I’m not a monster Dean. I’m not going to do anything beyond this unless you ask for it.” His hands moved lower, too soft, too good. “Calm yourself.”
Dean strained against the handcuffs, trying to get himself free.
“Calm your breathing, Brat Prince. Anything I do to you will be with your explicit and undeniable consent. We can go back to the pain now if you want. Do you want me to stop, --“
“—Dean?”
“Sorry.” Dean blinked, focused on where he was. He was in his bed. Their bed. Warren was right there, but he looked worriedly at him. A terrified thought that he must have completely spaced out ran threw him, had he been holding his breath again?
“Are you okay?” Warren was looking at him like he suspected the answer already.
“Yeah, yeah.” Dean kissed Warren’s nose, pulling him closer. “Everything is fine. Just tired.”
“…Okay.” Warren wrapped an arm around Dean, settling in to go to sleep. Dean closed his eyes and tried to force his mind from wondering back there.
“It is a pity Kitten was defeated by King. Really, a pity. I was honestly looking forward to really repaying the kindness he did to me. That’s fine though. He’ll be in the ring with me soon enough. Anyone who tries to get in my way of ending what has been going on between us will have all manner of hell rained down on them.”
Dean jumps off the stack of crates.
“Trust me. You do not want to get in my way on my way to him. I don’t care what he means to any of you, what you think of me and my methods. He is mine to dispense. Mine to ruin. Mine to rip apart. He is mine, you let me have him and maybe I’ll give you mercy, let someone else try to take you out.”
Dean has a dangerous look in his eyes.
“Uriel Black gets no mercy. Anyone who gives him shelter or try to stop me from getting my hands on him will not be given mercy.”
Dean cracks his knuckles.
“The Pack will stand tall at the end of High Stakes and Kitten will be put under my boot regardless if I make it to the end or not.”
Dean lets out an unsteady breath.
“That’s a promise.”
The green light goes out leaving nothing but darkness before the feed cuts.
“So here we are. Coming to the end of the road. The Roulette is almost at hand.”
Dean gestures.
“Some of you have a specific goal in mind. Maybe it’s focused solely on me, maybe it about a better world. I’m here to tell you. All those soft ideals you have of me? All those ‘could be better, could be save’ shit. Others have tried to break me. Others have tried to domesticate me. Spoiler, it never takes.”
Dean shakes his head.
“But let’s not ignore the very obvious convenience just when the roulette is rounding the corner is when suddenly there seems to be a push to make The Pack good. You want to know what happened to the last person who tried to save me? He beat bae’s head in with his belt.”
Dean licks his teeth.
“What you see is what you get.”
Dean winks.
“I am a reckoning. I will clear a path for my brothers to win this fight. Regardless of who stands victorious at the end of this a member of The Pack will stand victorious. Nothing anyone else can say or do will change that.”
Dean drums his fingers on the crate.
“But you already know that, don’t you?”
Dean laughs.
“While most of passion will be just removing the obstacles in our way…there are some I will be taking some personal satisfaction in getting rid of personally.”
Dean traces the scar on his wrist.
“Some unfinished fucking business.”
“I’ve missed this.” Warren was breathing hard as Dean laid next to him.
“Glad it’s everything you remembered.” Dean grinned.
“Sometimes when you touch me, god it’s like a storm inside me.” Warren smiled at him.
Dean blinked, “A storm?”
“The way you touch me, the way you hold me, hell even your eyes--
“—Eyes look like a storm’s brewing in that little mind of your, Harper.”
“Y-yeah?” Dean’s breathing was labored, he hadn’t slept yet, he had barely been able to really catch his breath before Uriel had turned off the water. “Is that why I’m being water boarded?”
“It’s kept you awake. That’s all I wanted.” Uriel touched his face, it was odd, affectionate and maybe even a little gentle.
“Oh yeah?” Dean tried to pull away but that made Uriel smile.
“Oh...I’ve been coming at this all wrong haven’t I?” Uriel was getting closer, something inside of him knew what that look was.
“I’ve had worse from better.” Dean looked away from Uriel, trying to use his body weight to get him free of the restraints.
“It’s going to be so easy to break you.” The feel of lips on his ear, gentle and unreasonably soft as hands explored.
“It’s a bit funny isn’t it Brat Prince? She’s trained you so well to prepare yourself for pain, trained so long, practically unaffected by it. But you have no tolerance for pleasure.”
Dean tried to not to give a reaction, not to be affected, not to want, not to moan as Uriel brushed his lips down his neck.
“The Kane boy seems to have left you wanting.” Uriel sucked on his ear and Dean’s entire body hummed.
“Is this how Cross got you to stay hidden with him?” the touch was too soft, too good and Dean’s head went back against his want. “Did he make love to you? Make you feel loved?”
Dean bit his tongue to keep from making a noise but he’d failed, a strangled kind of sound.
“Shhh, shh. I’m not a monster Dean. I’m not going to do anything beyond this unless you ask for it.” His hands moved lower, too soft, too good. “Calm yourself.”
Dean strained against the handcuffs, trying to get himself free.
“Calm your breathing, Brat Prince. Anything I do to you will be with your explicit and undeniable consent. We can go back to the pain now if you want. Do you want me to stop, --“
“—Dean?”
“Sorry.” Dean blinked, focused on where he was. He was in his bed. Their bed. Warren was right there, but he looked worriedly at him. A terrified thought that he must have completely spaced out ran threw him, had he been holding his breath again?
“Are you okay?” Warren was looking at him like he suspected the answer already.
“Yeah, yeah.” Dean kissed Warren’s nose, pulling him closer. “Everything is fine. Just tired.”
“…Okay.” Warren wrapped an arm around Dean, settling in to go to sleep. Dean closed his eyes and tried to force his mind from wondering back there.
“It is a pity Kitten was defeated by King. Really, a pity. I was honestly looking forward to really repaying the kindness he did to me. That’s fine though. He’ll be in the ring with me soon enough. Anyone who tries to get in my way of ending what has been going on between us will have all manner of hell rained down on them.”
Dean jumps off the stack of crates.
“Trust me. You do not want to get in my way on my way to him. I don’t care what he means to any of you, what you think of me and my methods. He is mine to dispense. Mine to ruin. Mine to rip apart. He is mine, you let me have him and maybe I’ll give you mercy, let someone else try to take you out.”
Dean has a dangerous look in his eyes.
“Uriel Black gets no mercy. Anyone who gives him shelter or try to stop me from getting my hands on him will not be given mercy.”
Dean cracks his knuckles.
“The Pack will stand tall at the end of High Stakes and Kitten will be put under my boot regardless if I make it to the end or not.”
Dean lets out an unsteady breath.
“That’s a promise.”
The green light goes out leaving nothing but darkness before the feed cuts.
Well howdy there pardner.