#dean006

Riley had known for a couple weeks now that something felt off, since he’d been attacked on one of his hikes. He’d fully recovered, the bite had healed, but things just got weirder and weirder the closer he got to the full moon. Like the day or two prior he started feeling aggressive, flying off the handle easily. Something that was not common for the man. He was usually pretty mellow, soft spoken at times. Someone who’d do anything for anyone, so for him to blow his fuse, well normally it took a lot. It was now the day after the full moon and the night before was a total blur. There were bits and pieces that tried to play through his head. Mostly a lot of pain, before he remembered blacking out but after that it was nothing. He was currently naked, somewhere unfamiliar. A warehouse? A building of some sort, and he could sense he wasn’t alone. How could he sense that? He slowly, push off the ground to his knees, “Whose there..” he called out warily. Only then recognizing that he was not only missing clothes, but there was blood, was it his? He could feel the panic settling in his chest at the notion. His heart beginning to beat rapidly.

It seemed that no matter what he did, monsters had to show up. Dean was minding his fucking business when the werewolf appeared, but he was quick to handle it. Ever since Garth, he learned to give this particular brand of creature some slack. But, not much. Riley was tranquilized, taken back to the bunker, and locked up. When Riley finally woke up, Dean tossed a collar into the cell. "Calm down. Put that on." He stood in front of the cell, watching Riley carefully. "You and I need to have a little talk... I assume you don't remember what you did last night? Don't worry, the blood isn't yours and we'll get it cleaned up once that's on." He didn't trust him. He wasn't going to kill him, but that didn't mean that he trusted him. Not at all. He might not have killed anyone, but he would have if Dean hadn't been there to stop him.

Riley stepped back as something came flying into the cell he’d woken up in. The man wasn’t familiar and the fact that he wanted him to put a collar on of all things had him feeling nervous. “I…” he started trying again to focus enough to remember anything from the night before but he was coming up blank, “I don’t remember” he agreed slowly bending down and picking up the collar. He kept his eyes on the stranger the entire time, his fingers brushing over the item in his hand. Debating for a moment. He needed answers though and this man seemed to hold them. He wasn’t sure if he felt better or worse about the fact the blood on his wasn’t his own either, “did I hurt someone?” He question worry and guilt lacing his tone. He slowly lifted the collar after another moment, latching it in place. The entire situation felt a bit humiliating and terrifying all at once

Dean kept his eyes on Riley, understanding his wariness but not allowing himself to be swayed by it. The genuine worry about hurting someone did make him speak up, however. "Yeah... I stopped you before you could do too much damage. They'll be alright." He didn't want him to worry that he'd killed someone. He hadn't. Could have, but he hadn't. Once the collar was on, he tossed a chain with shackles on either end. The chain was short, only allowing Riley to walk slowly once it was on. "Chain goes on your ankles, can't have you running off." He tossed a pair of mitts into the cell. "Put those on once you're done, I'll secure the second one for you." He was testing Riley's obedience since he'd seen how dangerous he could be.He could always just sedate him, but he wanted to give him a chance to show some good behavior. Dean knew enough about wolves to know that the wolf form wasn't always an indicator of how someone was. He'd seen plenty of shifters of different types and he'd seen ones that genuinely could be very conscious of their wolf form. They locked themselves up and avoided people. They were careful. But, this one certainly wasn't careful. "We'll talk once you're restrained. I don't make a habit of chatting up wolves. So, consider yourself lucky you've even gotten this much."

Riley was relieved that whoever he’d attacked was okay, well at least not dead. He stepped back as the chain came flying and then the mitts, and landed at his feet. He didn’t understand why all of this was necessary. He still didn’t fully understand what was happening at all. How had he even managed to hurt anyone at all, it wasn’t in his nature. It had to be some mix-up, but somehow it felt like it wasn’t a mistake at all. The blood covering him was enough to tell him he was at least somehow involved. He slowly knelt down grabbing the shackles, feeling like he was chaining himself for his own death or something. Then the words fell from the man’s lips and Riley’s brows furrowed in clear confusion, “Wolves?” He questioned once the shackles were in place, “I don’t understand what you’re talking about?” He added taking a shaky breath, “there’s got to be some sort of mix up… or… I don’t hurt people… I hate confrontation… this all has to be some sort of bad dream” he spoke lifting up the mits and frowning, he didn’t feel like he had much of a choice in this so he slipped them on as well. He needed answers.

Dean watched him do as he was asked. He was a bit irritated by how much hesitation and continued questions came before, but it was still done. Once the mitts were on, he stepped into the cell and tightened them to keep Riley from using his hands. "You talk too much..." He pushed a bone gag into Riley's mouth, locking it in place. His wrists were still unbound, but the mitts would make his hands useless. So, he wasn't worried about it being taken off. "We're going for a little walk." Dean slapped his ass, grabbing his arm to lead him. He took him to a room with a table and chair, looking almost like an interrogation room. He pushed Riley to sit down, leaning against the table. "I'm going to do the talking. Since you can't say anything right now." He sighed, crossing his arms against his chest. "You're a wolf... Werewolf, technically. It's a shock, I know. Always is when you're new. You wolfed out, almost killed a couple of idiots making out in the woods... You're dangerous now." He raised his hands a bit, shrugging. "Not your fault. Not your fault... You got dealt some shitty cards. But, it's the truth. You can't be trusted. Now, normally, I'd just handle this in the style of Ol' Yeller. But, I'm trying to be better than that. I'm tryin' to give you a chance here. But, that means I'm stuck keeping you in line."

Riley’s eyes followed the stranger's as he entered the cell, suddenly feeling much more vulnerable without the bars between them. It was stupid, he knew, it had been to contain Riley not to keep the man out after all. Still, now that he was shackled, and the mitts were locked into place he was feeling a much larger disadvantage. Even if he had, somehow had a chance to escaping before, there was no way it was going to happen now. For all he knew, this man could be leading Riley to his death.The wolf didn’t notice the gag until it had been forced into his mouth, a small grumble of a growl leaving him before he could stop himself. The sound, though muffled, shocked even Riley and well he wanted to apologize…not that he could right now. Why was he feeling guilty for getting upset about being bound and gagged? It was just the type of person he was. He had to assume this was all necessary and that he shouldn’t be getting angry at someone who was possibly, hopefully, trying to help him.The slap to the ass caused the dirty blonde to jump with a muffled yelp, before following beside him, because what else was he going to do? He attempted to get comfortable when he was sat down, his attention fully going to the man across from him as he explained things to him. Things that shouldn’t be remotely possible. Wolf? He was a werewolf? That meant that thing that had attacked him…*shit* it made too much sense. Even if he wanted to stay in denial, everything lined up too much. The young man’s features creased at the mention of being put down, he didn’t understand why this guy was helping him but he was grateful he was choosing to rather than the alternative. He took a few moments to process everything before slowly nodding in understanding. His hands clinching as much as they could within the confides of the mitts. He may have had a few tears rolling down his cheek at the fact that the life he knew was pretty much long gone now. Who knew how long this arrangement would last? It was better though, better than him hurting someone else.

Dean watched Riley's face as he realized what was happening to him, sighing. He hated this part. He really did. He was glad that Riley wasn't a monster and that he'd been right to simply stop him rather than kill him, but this part made his stomach churn. He reached out, carefully removing the gag to allow him to speak again. "Hey, I'm not gonna put you down unless I have to. Alright? I'm not in this business to just mindlessly kill innocent people. As long as you don't hurt anyone else, you don't need to worry about anything. But, I am gonna need to keep you on a short leash.". He gently wiped the tears from Riley's eyes, looking him over. "You're not leaving the bunker until I think you can control yourself, but even then, it won't be often. You're going to have a lot of rules and there isn't going to be any wiggle room. I'm not getting turned because I decided to start showing mercy. Do you understand?" He was reading this guy the riot act and his tone did make that clear, but he did have some sympathy for the fact that he was just an innocent person that had just gotten attacked. It wasn't his fault. But, Dean wasn't going to risk allowing either of them to get too comfortable.

Riley opened his mouth a bit to help the gag come out more smoothly. He still didn’t speak for a moment because he was honestly at a loss as to what to say to something like this. It was lot to take in, but he knew deep down he had no choice but to accept it. After all he didn’t want to hurt anyone and it didn’t seem like this man was going to let him do that, even if it meant Riley may lose his life if he made an attempt. He just hoped he could learn to control this, somehow, but how was he meant to do that if he didn’t even remember anything that happened in the first place? He took in a shaky breath as Dean wiped his fallen tears, an action he’d not expected but appreciated nonetheless. He could understand why he’d have to be kept close tabs on but something told him that the man meant a literal leash or chains… like he had on now, “I understand… thank you, for giving me a chance” he spoke glancing down at the table between them, “and for stopping me…from… well what could have happened” “Will this be a permanent thing?” He questioned lifting his mitted hands

Dean shrugged, stepping back a bit. "It's my job and I owe a friend a favor. He manages to control when he shifts, so I gotta give you a chance to do the same thing." He had expected the question, but he really wasn't sure how to answer it. "For right now, yes. The rest will depend on your progress. Garth said that meditation helps, so we're going to be keeping everything simple." Dean held up the gag so that he could see it, hoping it would help him figure out what the plan was. "We're going to make you a pet. There are going to be rules. You're going to learn how to control yourself or you'll be punished. Now, let's go over this" He finally sat down, opening a box to show Riley what he had. First, he pulled out leather covers for his knees. "These go over your knees. They're supposed to be more comfortable. I don't really know. Either way, your legs are getting bound. You don't stand." He put the collar down on the covers. "You'll wear the collar, so you can be led." He put the gag down on the pile. "When we leave this room, you only speak with permission." He put the tail plug on top, shrugging. "No real rule with this one, it just seemed appropriate." Dean had never really done anything like this. But, he really didn't know how to teach someone to meditate. This was as close as he could get. And, honestly, he was protecting Riley. "You also need to be aware that other hunters might come around from time to time. You don't fucking talk to them. Got it? Like I said, get all these questions out now. Because you won't get to question these rules again."

Riley was grateful that there was a friend who had somehow convinced the man to give wolves a chance, because something told the man if that wasn’t the case, then he’d already be six -feet under. This guy didn’t seem like the type to play around with stuff like this and it made him a bit nervous to screw anything up if he was completely honest with himself. He listened, but when he went from meditation to pet, well his features showed his confusion. Meditation to him was closing his eyes, settling on the ground, and focusing on his breathing…not being… someone's pet? Still he kept quiet as Dean went through all the supplies, some much more embarrassing than others as well as the rules that would be in place for him. It all felt so surreal like he was going wake up at any point and this all being so sort of freaky dream. When he was told he could ask questions, he thought maybe he should get out what he could before the gag was put back into place. “Pet…but I don’t understand how being a pet is meditation..” he admitted his confusion. “Yoga..is meditation, this is umm…humiliating” he added with a small frown. He wouldn’t not to do it, he was going to do whatever kept him from hurting others but this was so strange.

Dean barely curbed the urge to slap Riley, steeling himself a bit and taking a deep breath. He'd told him that this was the only chance to ask questions, he couldn't exactly punish him for taking the chance. "Meditation is clearing your mind, right? Removing stress? That's exactly what this will do. What's there to be embarrassed about? You don't need to worry about that anymore. You're just a pet. You won't need to worry about working. Pets don't work. You don't have to worry about knowing things. Pets don't know anything. All you need to do is whatever you're told to do. No mind clearer than that. You can do all that hippy shit on your own time if you really want. I'm not gonna stop you. But, I'm not listening to bullshit podcasts from people that don't even eat meat. Can't trust the opinion of anyone who won't eat a hamburger."Dean sighed, rolling his shoulders a bit to dispel some tension. "Look, I'm not a meditation guy. I can't help you do that. I know enough about this to be able to do this. If you wanna sit in a cell and breathe to ocean sounds, whatever. We can do that. But, I will only allow you out of that cell like this." He gestured, resting his hand on the pile.