Open Your Eyes. (boy×boy×boy) [FINISHED]

Chapter 27

Dean's POV

After a few meetings in a day, some over phone calls, some in person. We finally made our plan to attack France's father.

My babyboy, I know your out there, just stay strong we will find you.

As we drove back to the house from the work building, we went instantly into a room we barely go in and look at the map of Minneapolis.

"Acording to the Minka gang, France would be right here," Jeremiah says putting a pin on where the ladies told us K.Roberts is possibly located.
(Minka means strong willed warriors, I looked on Google, for anyone that is confused)
"...and we are right here...," he then put a different color of pin at our building, and in the woods we live in.

We discussed that when the undercover warriors in K.Roberts gang come back with the news, we will then go to war with them. Many of the gangs around our area had have trouble with K.Roberts, so when we told them that were going to war against him, pretty much everyone said yes to fighting him, even without an explanation.

But after discussing ours plans we went up to our room and watched TV, to suffer another restless night.

~~~Time skip few days later~~~
~~~Getting ready~~~

It's time to go to war...

All of the planning that we done is finally in work. The every gang around + us, are quickly making our way towards K.Roberts base. As some people jump up onto the roof of the small building from jumping off the trees, they are the ones that would jump down if anyone escape. Other than that, the rest of us are on solid ground with guns. We surrounded the place, then Jeremiah made the signal....

And all hell broke lose.

France POV

I heard yelling,
Gunshots,
And glass shattering from where I am.

I didnt want to look up from my draping body that the asshole I once called a father, abuse to the point I'm not sure if I'll ever escape, I couldn't walk. I lost to much blood during my abuse, and my sanity along with it.

Soon slaming of doors and breaking wood  snap me out of the trance. Who could it be? Did Dean and Jeremiah find me?

Soon multiple pairs of feet were running against the hallway, breaking down what assume are doors, but they past mine, multiple times.

'It must be a hidden room.'

I slowly moved my head up and looked up to the door in front of me. I gathered all of my willpower, and determination,

And screamed.

Jeremiah's POV

I litterly skidded to a halt as I hear the scream of the possibility hearing the voice of my kitten. I looked at a wall though... I grabbed my axe and hack my way at it, until a hole open up to a dark room. At this point many of mine and Deans warriors came to the hallway wondering what is the ruckus that I have caused.

"What is going on sir?," one of my men said.

I ignored him as I set my axe down and walked to the opposite wall in the hallway.
'This shit is going to hurt like hell'

Soon I ran and body slammed the door breaking it open.

And there is where I stood still.

There is where I saw my love....
France

"France, what did he do to you," I growled out, going to him and putting hands on either side of his face to look into his eyes.

I look at his face, black eyes, a deep cut on his cheek and lip that are connected.

"J....Jeremiah?" He asked quietly as my anger got the best of me and I picked the locks that held him up to the wall.

He collapse into my arms, not being able to stand on his own. I quicly took the black leather jaket I was wearing off, and put it on kitten.

"Jeremiah!" Kitten said rather loudly in my ear, breaking me from my angered trace.
"Yes, kit-," I was interrupted by his hug, but quickly hugged back as I feel him become heavy again. I look back at his face, showing that he was calmly asleep.

I sighed as I pick him up bridal style, Amy came in with a blanket for France, which I showed my gratitude by noting my head and smiling a little, which she gladly repeated back.

As people started dragging body's out of the house, some dead some somehow alive, Dean ran up to me, and instantly look if kitten is okay, which in the state kitten wasin,  he was pissed, and it showed greatly on his face.

We are all tired, the Minka gang got to have K. Roberts, to torture him for being a sexist asshole to them specifically. Me and Dean were waiting outside a room, waiting for the check up on kitten to be done. The person checking up on him is Jacob, knowing that he specializes in the medical field, and is one of frances friends just made Dean and I very comfortable with him checking on him.

Jacob came out to tell us the news.
"France only have bruised ribs and some cuts, not deep enough for stitches, but he'll get scars. Especially the one on his face, and the ones on his back."
"He's also sleeping so, please, let him rest, I'll check on him later. Go ahead and stay next to him incase he wakes up."

We walked into the bedroom, and there lies our love. Dean and I stopped next to the bed and just were silent. A bandage was across his face, and he was still wearing my coat, but with clothing underneath.

Dean walked over to the other side of the bed where I was standing, pulled up a chair, sit, and brushed his hair away from his face. I followed the same suit but on the other side, and was holding his hand. I smiled lightly before laying my head on his lap thinking,

'I found you my kitten'

Dean's POV

He looks so beautiful when he's sleeping, even if that mother fucker gave him a possible scar, he's still beautiful. I noticed Jeremiah slightly snoring on baby boy's lap, I chuckled as I felt myself grabbing ahold of baby boy's other hand, and slowly layed myself next to where it's resting, before my eyes drooped closed.

'I found you baby boy."