Waiting for Steven Taylor

[dean_actually]

*Dean paces up and down, waiting. He doesn't care showing he is nervous, he is.
No point in pretending. And Taylor may not show up after all, might just be playing cat and mouse, for lack of better entertainment.

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[steventaylor]

Dean. I trust you were not waiting long?

[dean_actually]

Does it matter?

*his hands are deep in his jacket's pockets, fists closed and tense.*

[steventaylor]

Temper, temper, little one.

*Steven smiles.*

Lets go for a walk.

[dean_actually]

*there are at least four different warning bells ringing in Dean's head.*

Fine.

[steventaylor]

*Steven leads Dean out into the street where his limo is waiting*

Actually. Why don't we take a drive?

[dean_actually]

Dean feels an hysterical laughter coming up from his chest. Oh, trap trap trap, this smells so bad, it's so obvious, all planned in advance for...he feels like those rabbits that wait for the car to come and run thm down with their eyes wide open.*

Fine he says again*

[steventaylor]

Good boy.

*Steven slides into the limo and waits for Dean to follow*

[dean_actually]

Dean follows Taylor inside, trying to calm down, thinking that thisis not about him, this is about David, and Steven's plans for David.

I'm not your boy.

[steventaylor]

You are now.

*Steven indicates for the barrier to be shut between the driver and himself and the limo pulls from the kerb*

Drink?

[dean_actually]

Dean looks at Taylor. Arrogant bastard, he thinks.

Why not?

ooc:have to go but will be back on line later on, sorry

[steventaylor]

Steven doesn't ask what Dean wants, but fixes a scotch on the rocks

((no problem! no apologies!))

[dean_actually]

*the scotch works a treat, at least he's not mixing. It burns down his throat, a little. The limo's windows are dark, impossibile to look in from the outside, not really easy to get a clear idea to where they are going either.*

[steventaylor]

Don't look so worried, Dean. I have no plans to kidnap you. If you want me to stop the car I will.

[dean_actually]

I want to know where are we going, and why.

*verbal sparring with Taylor is useless, anyway. better stick to essentials, Dean thinks.*

[steventaylor]

We are just driving. Having a friendly conversation. It can be as friendly as you want it to be, Dean.

*Steven unzips his fly casually*

And I thought it time to clear up some misapprehensions you are labouring under.

[dean_actually]

*Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Dean tries not to look at Taylor.*

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