♔alwaysyourlittlebrother
alwaysyourlittlebrother:
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A muscle in his jaw twitched. Sam had been trying to keep his temper throughout this whole interlude, he could admit this freely. There was only so much childish yelling he could endure before his own ire was stirred. The day had seemed to be going so well too. Up until this point that is. But now? Now he was annoyed. While his expression didn’t change much other than his lips thinning, the way his eyes flickered with orange-gold fire gave his emotions away.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want someone to fight back, not that he was being accused of keeping the boy prisoner, his lair being called an island, but that his treasure, the one he’d chosen, was being so vary obtuse about himself. He wanted to believe he was nothing and nobody, that he wasn’t worth someone thinking he was a precious find in the sea of nothing but muddy humans going about their little lives. It was that he refused to believe he’d see him as anything but a toy or good company or a pawn in his chessgame. He’d offered to allow him to leave if he but took care of himself and still he refused out of spite.
He’d set an ultimatum, and Sam had given him his choice. So instead of answering verbally Samuel prowled forwards and snatched at the human, hauling him under his arm as if he weighed little to nothing, and toted him bodily out of the room, ignoring his protests. Though his lair was lavishly decorated, there were a number of sections that remained empty for future treasures, for when the rooms being used were full to capacity and were at risk of having precious valuables topple and break. That was where he traveled, through caverns and along hallways, until the torches grew sparse and far between, darkness laying in thick clusters against stone corners.
Sam opened a door and thrust the other into one of these storage rooms along with a blanket he’d picked up along the way. The air was chilly with so much stone and so little insulation. There were a handful of worn banners in the corner that were god knew how old, but they were in such a sorry state the items were hardly worth mentioning.
“You want to be alone? Your wish is granted.” Sam blazed, his eyes casting more light then the nearest torch along the wall. “You are…what was it you humans call it these days? In a….time out?” If he had a tail, it would have lashed as he shut the door. “Inform me when you are ready to be reasonable.” Sam snarled through the wood. Even if he was pretty sure the human wouldn’t be able to escape, he still set the iron bar against the door to ensure it could not open….mostly because temper was sitting hot in his stomach. While he didn’t wish to take it out on the man physically, doing a small, unnecessary action such as this to emphasize his point made him feel a little better.
Sam could tell it was a bad idea before he finished talking, that he should have shut his mouth instead of going off yet again. A bad temper and aiming it all at a dragon? Very bad idea that he was regretting before the other moved towards him. It probably didn’t help when he started cursing his protests either, voice bouncing off the walls of the cave as he was carried to wherever the hell the dragon wanted him now. As if he could really do any harm to the guy like this, not isn’t like he’s an unarmed human or anything. Oh, wait.
The Winchester only got quieter once the lighting dimmed, and he stopped trying to squirm free as it only served to hurt him at this point. More than likely he had already managed to bruise himself up trying to escape, what good was it to waste even more energy? Samuel was never going to let him off this island, no matter what he did. Dean was going to wonder where he was and be pissed to hell and back because he never called, and who knows if Cas could actually find him here. Suddenly, the darkness was more terrifying than it ever had been since he was a child, and by the time he’s been deposited in whatever remote part of this place the dragon had chosen for him, the tears are back and threatening to spill.
“Don’t leave me in here!” he demanded stupidly, not even back on his feet yet before he’s trying to get himself out, pushing uselessly at the door. He barely managed to not make a sound of despair when the bar was slammed into place, though it startled him enough that he flinched pretty obviously. He wasn’t going to let a door stop him, he decided, and reached between the bars to curl his fingers in the other’s tunic. “Don’t leave me in here. I don’t know how solitary you are, but I can’t…Please, I can’t be alone,” Sam admitted, voice breaking despite his best attempts to keep it from happening.
“You’ve been letting me scream at you, and with the exception of taking me back, you’ve given me space for what I wanted,” he huffed out, only looking away from the other when he thought the tears were going to finally spill over, and he released the fabric that had been bunched between his fingers. “I’ll be nicer, just please don’t leave me locked away,” he said more weakly, leaning against the door. “Please, please, don’t.”
The door was thick and wide, but shorter than his bedchamber doors. As these were mainly storage rooms he hadn’t made the effort to widen the cambers nor the corridor large enough for his dragon form. As it was the ceiling was very low compared to the rest of the lair, only a scant couple of inches higher than the tips of his fingers if he were to reach skyward. When his rooms were filled he had a tendency to leave all his doors open or to get rid of them altogether so both he, his cats and any companions could roam freely. Samuel had forgotten there was a barred window in the wood because of this, and before he could turn away a hand caught in the shoulder of his tunic, halting his hasty retreat.
Instinct called for his to snarl and pull away, but the way Sam’s voice broke welled sympathy among his ire, leaving him far more aggravated than angry. So now that he was away from the light and the luxuries he no longer wanted to be alone? How convenient, to insult all around him but still expect it’s comforts. “You had no complaints with being alone before.” Sam pointed out, eyes glittering in the dim light. Dragons were solitary, yes. But Sam had also requested to be left by his lonesome, and at this moment that seemed the most attractive option.
He couldn’t see much of his treasure through the small barred square in the door, his eyes, the tips of his fingers, most of his nose. Even so, Samuel stepped farther away from the makeshift cell, lest the other catch him again and tear down his defences. The human had to know he would do much for him by now, and he had no wish for Sam to abuse that notion. He would not be treated as such by someone who did not return the sentiments.
“I have attempted to be patient with you, and we seem to have reached a stalemate. You are determined to dislike me, and I am committed to your happiness and protection. One of us will have to change their view, fortunately I am older, and have far more time to commit to the matter.” He didn’t point out he’d been willing to take Sam back...until things had gotten so out of hand. “You have expressed distain in all I hold dear, so I have afforded you as little of it as possible. With your rash decisions you have put your health at risk and aggravated me in the process, for now I am the one who does not wish to be in your presence.” Sam furrowed his brow and turned his head to gaze up the passage, wanting to release some of his temper with a long, hard flight. “I am sure you would agree some time apart to clear our heads would be wise, and at this time trusting you in my home alone would be foolish.” Sam’s voice quieted. “Perhaps you will consider all I have said to you while you are here.”
He wanted Sam’s affection far more than his abhorrence, so much his chest ached with it. But pushing would help no one, and as much as it hurt he couldn’t trust Sam’s promise to be nice. He didn’t even know if he wanted to. He didn’t want Sam to falsify his emotions, but the constant barrage if insult was hard to endure. He just needed...some time to calm his scales once more. “I would call Flora to you, but I am opposed to containing my cats for a punishment they don’t deserve. Your release will have to wait until I return shortly.”
