"the hell am I supposed to do?" there's a dark chuckle, a warm hand clamped on his shoulder and he feels the squeeze. it's tight and not comforting. he feels the heat from the other man, the way that chuckle rumbles deep in his throat. "simple, you just gotta make him happy. don't make him happy, we kill you. make him happy, you'll be free to go. how does that sound?" hunter asks, dean can feel claws beginning to bury themselves in his skin. dean shivers, swallows. frowns slowly and shakes hunter away. he reaches his hands out to grab at his surroundings, finding the smoothness of a chair, feels the coolness and the light designs. he isn't sure why him of all people, to make a man who's a little rogue happy. well, he's not even a man at this point. feral wolf, all red eyes and black hair. dean doesn't want to apart of this; and if they kill him? who will be looking for a blind omega? a blind omega who's too injured mentally and physically to even be a mate, to make someone /happy/ of all things. dean hears hunter move around to his desk, shuffles some papers he can hear. there's a deep sigh, and the low growl of a warning. he itches at his neck, doesn't want to submit to an asshole alpha; because that's not him. "my nephew is a patient man, well, sometimes...but hey, he usually gets a little angry. he'll probably kill you off faster!" dean frowns again, there's no point in turning and facing this alpha, there's no point in /looking/ at him. "fine, i'll do it." he grunts, feels the atmosphere change slowly. he feels the alpha relax, and maybe he has this smug smirk too. "just make him happy; keep him out of trouble, no falling in love. no mating, got that?" "don't think any alpha wants to have a blind omega as a mate, dean. but i like the confidence you still have," hunter sneers, so amused. (so yeahhhh, the new fic I'm trying to work on at the moment. hopefully I'll finish the first chapter soon and we'll see where we'll go from there. pretty excited to be starting up something new.)