@comefourth
     There’s longing -- it’s something he’s grown used to over these awful desperate years of solitude and journeys that Dean takes away from him -- and there’s the hole in his chest that gets left every time he realizes they’re another step closer to some lack of salvation because of the fucking supernatural.
     He’s sick and tired of feeling like he isn’t good enough for the man he loves simply because he’s one of the creatures he fights. It’s how they met. It’s how they bonded. It’s how they fell in love, but it still drives a rift between them with every day that passes. Wolves in sheep’s clothing hide in plain sight all over both of their lives and they seem to be destined to loathe the very creature that Scott is simply because it’s what they’re SUPPOSED to do.
     And yet never once has Dean threatened him. Scott’s fairly certain he never would. ( then again he could never be sure. )
     Still, college is everything he never wanted it to be. Even Stiles moved somewhere else to go to the Police Academy, but Scott remains stuck in his eternal limbo of being the ALPHA OF BEACON HILLS and a boy who just wants to leave it all behind. Maybe just for a few days -- a weekend or a week -- he can escape like he used to. It’s not like it’s a secret where Dean is...it’s just much more than an I was in the neighborhood kind of drive.
     But Scott still knocks on the door of his motel room, leaning casually against the doorframe ( like he still needs to try to impress him or something ) with a delicate smile that shows off just the right amount of teeth.
                  “ Before you tell me to go back to my mom, let me remind you why I always end up staying the night anyway. ”
     He knows how this goes ( Scott go home. No Dean I won’t. I’m bad news. So am I. They bicker. They make out. Scott gets his way. ) so why not just SKIP the small talk?
