yourgreatestfexr:
“No! You can’t leave me. I won’t let you leave me again, Dean.”
The Brit’s voice was louder than he’d meant it to be, echoing off the walls of his duplex. He tried to temper his tone, tried to calm down, tried to breathe. “You left for months last time and you still won’t tell me where you were the whole time. I’m not letting you do that again.”
“You won’t let me? And how are you going to stop me?”
There was a hint of laughter in his voice. Pitch really thought he could control him? No one had controlled him since he was five and he’d convinced his nanny to quit. He wasn’t going to let Pitch make decisions for him either.
“I won’t tell you because I didn’t go anywhere important. I left, spoke with some friends, had a good time, and came back to you. What do you think I’m gonna do, go fuck some other guy?”











