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𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

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Seb kept pausing, glancing over his shoulder every few steps. He could hear someone behind him. It was stupid of him, really, to have come out so late at night. To walk down the dark alleys on his way home. Dangerous. He paused again and then picked the pace up.

Ciaran had known something was up all night. There had just been this nagging feeling, something he couldn’t pinpoint or shake. He went on with his night at the pub as normal as he could, but when it was finally time for last call, he couldn’t get everyone out of his bar fast enough. As he went to bring out the night’s trash into the alleyway, that feeling came back, and this time he knew what it was. And who. Dropping the bag, he silently followed the figure until he was close enough to call out softly. “Seb…”

The clubs were the worst part of the job. Mostly because being in them meant meetings and other assholes with guns and tempers and vindictive natures. That night, however, things had turned out okay.

"You okay?" Laurie asked, standing in the back office and security and the manager continued to deal with whatever fit that angry asshole was throwing. He reached out to tip Seb's chin up and look for injuries. "And don't worry," He smirked, "You can thank me at your own pace. But I have some suggestions."

 Naomi Njambi Makena Fisher (.Esq) is the newest business and Public Relations consultant. Mr. Andrews' company required assistance following a scandal that had threatened its reputation. Naomi is THE best in her field, having such a long and storied history of steering companies out of holes so dark that it would have been impossible to see light. However, that's how she made her living. Currently, she was waiting to Mr. Andrews personally to finalize a few things before she got started, but noticed another familiar name. Knocking on the door to the office of the man, she decided to get a head start in introducing herself.

Dean was fighting his way through a vampire nest, leaving a trail of bodies behind him. This nest had been well hidden, it was thriving. He honestly wasn't sure how until he found him. Seb was hidden away, locked in a small, dark room under the stairs. Dean took in a deep breath, whispering under his breath. "Christ..."

He was clearing out now, going through every door to make sure things were properly clear. This room was last because it was locked and so small that he didn't think anything living would be behind the door. Dean put his knife in his back pocket, stepping inside to carefully unchain Seb. "Hey... It's alright. I'm not gonna hurt you. Just getting you out of here." The poor bastard looked like he'd been trapped there for so long, covered in bruises and bite marks.

Seb wasn't sure how long he'd been here. There had come a point when it was impossible to keep track. Days and nights blurred into one, become simply "cupboard time" and "meal time", where he was the meal, passed around to be drunk from at the least but often used more. The noises outside had changed though, during the current cupboard time. Something was happening and Seb was terrified. What if it was another group of vampires? They might be worse... if that was possible. He flinched and shied away from the man who opened the door, even as he tried to reassure him, undoing his chains. "Do... don't hurt me," He said, voice rough and dry.

Dean recognized that he was afraid, nodding quickly and scooping Seb up bridal-style in his arms. "You're alright... I know. You're alright. It's safe." He carried Seb out of the building, carefully putting him into the front seat of the car. Dean reached into the back, grabbing a blanket to wrap around him. "Just take some deep breaths, you're safe right now. I won't let them get to you again."

He got into the car, driving Seb back to the bunker. He really didn't know where else to take him in his current state. Dean grabbed a cup from the holder, offering it to Seb. "It's not as good as water would be, but it's something." After a long pause, Dean glanced over at him before looking back at the road. "Do you have any idea how long they've had you?"

Seb couldn't be sure if he was safe or not but the man holding him was warm and solid and wasn't trying to bite him. So he snuggled into that chest, whimpering a little as he was jostled. He hadn't been outside for so long... He snuggled into the blanket, tugging it around himself and glad to be covered up again, feeling warm again. The house had been cold, he hadn't been given anything to wrap around himself or keep warm with. Seb knew he shouldn't so easily trust the man. But he was hardly in a position to fight either. So he sipped from the cup, wincing at the strong taste but glad of the fact it wet his mouth. "Long time," He rasped softly, "Don't know how long..."

He nodded a bit, not loving the answer but glad that he got something. It was honestly what he expected. It didn't seem like they took him out of that closet very often, so he knew it was likely that he lost track of time. "That's alright. I'll try to figure that out for you. What's your name?" He was trying to lightly probe him for information, wanting to see what he knew and what was going to need filled in for him.

"I'm not sure if you've got family or not, but we'll keep you at the bunker for at least a few days before trying to get you back to them. You're definitely going to need at least a couple days to start feeling alright. But, the bunker is safe. Nothing will hurt you there. You can stay as long as you need."

Dean got them back to the bunker, opening Seb's door and lifting him up into his arms again. It seemed to help him before. "I promise. You're gonna be alright. Nothing can get to you in here." He carried Seb to a room, carefully putting him down on the bed. "How you doing? What do you need? Food? Some actual water?"

Seb realised he had started crying as they drove, he had been living in such fear, such anxiety for so long. And maybe he wasn't being rescued but taken somewhere worse. But he didn't care right now. He was just glad to be out of the small cupboard. "Seb... who are you?" He should have asked that sooner shouldn't he? He felt panic rising again as the other talked about keeping him in "the bunker". That sounded like just a bigger prison, "no! You can't keep me locked up again. Please. You said I was safe. Please!" He sat up, panicking a bit but not strong enough to do anything but collapse back into the seat again. He didn't snuggle into the other's chest this time as he was lifted up, scooting to the corner of the bed and pulling the blanket around him, using it as a defense. "Please... don't hurt me. I won't fight but please don't..."

The name didn't mean anything to Seb but the way it was said, he thought he was supposed to. Maybe the other had become famous whilst he'd been imprisoned? It had been so long it was possible. Seb huddled in the corner of the bed, watching Dean warily. It was a nicer place than the small cupboard, he had an actual bed and it was light and he had room... but a bigger prison cell was still a cell. And he couldn't shake the feeling he was still trapped. Nodding slowly, he wrapped his arms around his knees, "I'm hungry and thirsty..." He couldn't argue against it at least. He didn't have the strength to do anything else. And rather be fed and have a soft bed he supposed

Dean nodded, gesturing toward the door. "If you need anything, it's just right out this door and down the hall to the left. Okay? Just don't wander. I'll show you around later, but I don't want you to get lost. It's safe here, but there's some things that can become dangerous if used wrong."

He didn't want to confine him to one room, but he also didn't want him wandering around and getting hurt. There was a lot of magical nonsense that even he didn't fully understand. He didn't need the poor guy getting hurt after he just got rescued. Dean went to the kitchen, leaving the door to Seb's room open so that he wouldn't feel locked in. He started making food, just mindlessly making something that he would want if he was starving. Was it a bit much? Probably. But, honestly, he was trying to help. The poor guy just looked so fragile and lost.

Seb nodded again at the man, still huddled in the corner. He looked at the open door but he didn't trust it, what if it was some kind of trick? A trap? Someone could be waiting the other side of it for him... although Dean wasn't giving him reason to distrust him, even before the Vampires, Seb hadn't had the best luck with men. After a few moment of being alone, Seb began to edge towards the side of the bed, slowly standing on shaky legs. He hadn't really used his legs since being captured and they nearly gave out under him, causing a bang as he fell into the wall. Slowly he sank to the floor, crying into his knees, he couldn't really walk.

Dean had been heading back, his hands full of food and a bag hanging from his arm. When he heard a bang, he rushed in and saw Seb on the floor. He put everything down, rushing over to lift Seb back onto the bed. "Hey... That's alright. Maybe we don't try walking too much just yet. You've been locked up for a long time, it's gonna take some time to find your legs again."

He settled Seb on the bed again, grabbing the bag first. "I got you some clothes of mine to wear. I put you right next door to me. So, I'm just the next door over if you need something." He put the clothes down, planning to clean him up before getting him into those. "But, we'll get you fed first. Then, we'll worry about a bath and changing clothes." Dean grabbed the tray of food, putting it in Seb's lap. "I don't know how much pop you want. But, I also brought water. I figured it would be a good idea to stock you up in here." He started grabbing bottles from the bag and setting them on the table beside his bed. Dean settled on the end of the bed, just trying to make sure Seb was okay. "I promise, you're gonna be alright. We'll work on getting you good as new."

Seb leaned into Dean as the other helped him to his feet, settling back on to the bed, sniffling, "I'm pathetic." It was something he'd been called enough times in his life, he didn't doubt it was true. He wiped his eyes and looked up at Dean as he began to fetch him things. "Th... thank you." He began to pick at the food, he'd never had a great appetite as it was. He nibbled a little on some of it, feeling his hunger and beginning to eat more ravenous than he ever had. There was so many bottles, he reached out and took one, sipping at the water. Looking up at Dean, he caught himself and slowed down, "sorry... I don't mean to be a bother. You have better things to do than look after me I'm sure."

Dean shook his head. "Not pathetic, just wounded. You're alright. You just need to heal, we'll get you walking again." He knew what it was like to have a little voice in the back of your head calling you pathetic. He wasn't going to let Seb think he was pathetic for getting hurt.

He was honestly a little impressed once Seb started really eating, smiling and chuckling lightly at him. "You definitely were hungry. I'm impressed. My brother calls me a pig for how I eat." He reached out, lightly touching Seb's hand. "Don't. I promise, I have nothing else to do. All I needed to do was take care of that nest and I did. I don't mind taking care of you. You've been through a lot." He wasn't a monster, not planning to just drop Seb somewhere to fend for himself when he was so fragile.

"I am pathetic. I shouldn't have let myself get captured like that," Seb knew what his father would have said if he was still alive. He'd probably have wished Seb had died there, stop embarrassing him. "I haven't eaten properly since... I don't remember," Seb said softly, suddenly very self conscious of how he was eating and continuing much slower. "I'm not a pig... I didn't mean to embarrass myself like that." He set his fork down then, smiling shyly at the touch to his hand, "I don't want to be in the way. Just tell me if I am and I'll go."

"Dude..." Dean sat forward, shaking his head. "I'm a professional and that nest was almost too much for me. What were you supposed to do? Fight twenty-something vamps off alone and unarmed? That's stupid. Don't worry about it." He noticed Seb slowing down, realizing that not everyone would consider being a pig a medal of honor like he did. "Hey? It's fine. You haven't eaten proper food in a long time. I just meant... I get it. I wasn't judging you. I eat like that when I do have enough food. It's a panic thing when you've gone without. Not sure it ever goes away completely."

Dean shook his head, starting to gather everything they needed. "You're not in the way. This is basically a halfway house for people who got wrecked by one creature or another. You done eating? Want a bath? It'll help you feel more human."

"I should have fought.... I'm weak and pathetic for not doing so," Seb shook his head. He often felt he'd disappointed people, it was drilled into him from a young age after all. "I've never eaten a lot..." He put the plate to the side and shuffled a little closer to Dean, taking comfort from being around someone warm, even though he still felt he was an inconvenience, "a bath would be nice. I feel so dirty..."

Dean sighed, deciding to drop it. "We'll agree to disagree. Because I'm not going to call you weak for getting caught. I've gotten caught before and, again, I'm a professional." He nodded, draping the bag over his arm so he could lift Seb up into his arms. "Let fix that." He carried him to the bathroom, lying him down in the tub. Dean ran water, making sure it was warm enough to be soothing without burning him.

He hesitated at first, but figured that he'd been naked this entire time and Dean just picked him up. No reason to get weird about it now. He didn't want Seb to feel self conscious. Either way, he was starting safe. Dean got some shampoo starting to carefully wash his hair. "Fucking vamps..." He was checking Seb over carefully as he lightly scrubbed his hair. They really had been using the poor bastard as their own personal buffet for a long time. It was smart, he had to give them that. Keeping an extra blood supply at all times in case hunting went dry kept them off the radar.

"My father would call me weak," Seb said softly, curling up in the man's arms as he lifted him. He was already feeling calmer, even if he did feel a little trapped. "Thank you..." The water was warm and soothed away the aches Seb had from being cooped up in the tiny closet. He sighed and lay back, his nakedness didn't bother him. It didn't matter if Dean saw or not, he'd been kept naked for so long he didn't care. It just showed off the bruises and bites that covered all of his thin body. His eyes slipped closed as Dean began to wash his hair, it felt nice to be looked after.

Dean shrugged, sighing. "Dad stuff, I get it. My father said the same thing about me. It fucks with your head." He was glad that Seb was at least starting to relax, grabbing soap and starting to wash his body. Dean was going slow, checking over bruises and bites as he went. This was the kind of thing that Dean hated about vampires. They were smart. They didn't just leave a messy string of bodies behind. They weren't just animals running on instinct. No, vampires planned.