Disenchanted.

Chapter 12: Demolition Lovers

Denver was walking down the  street with the supplies, it had been nearly a week since he was released. Connor was still not found, the last time he had visited Denver was that time in the hospital when he had indirectly implied he was gonna kill himself.

Denver was worried beyond reason, somedays he couldn't take  it and for moments he would assume Connor was gone. But then he always had the grip and he couldn't afford to lose a guy he had tried to win for a month and then moped around when a simple truth had ruined their first date.

Denver sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. He looked up and something suddenly caught his eye. He turned his head to the left and immediately stopped in his tracks.

His eyes widened as he saw, that familiar dress pants and trench coat. That same ruffled hair and chapped lips. And those electric blue eyes. Connor.

He watched, his feet glued to the ground like a stone sculpture. His eyes wide with shock and his mouth hanging open.

Connor was standing on the bypass, waiting for something. Or someone. Charles. He came walking, swinging a bag as he slapped Connor across the rear and put an arm around him.
Connor smiled up at him and they got into a black car that pulled up.

Denver's eyes travelled all the way as the car drove away. He still couldn't believe that happened. But it did. He thought for a fleeting moment Connor had seen him, but...

Back home Denver slammed the door to his room as he locked it from the inside. How?! How could he do this?! How could he betray Denver?! And like this?! By cheating on him?! Those words he said were all lies. He was a liar.

Anger surged through Denver. He sweeped everything off his table with a swift hand blow. The vases fell down and shattered to pieces. He grabbed his lamp and threw it to the side where it broke with a loud sound.

The whole place was shattered and a complete mess. In the middle of it all, Denver slid down a wall as he sat on the ground. Hands to his head, pulling his hair as tears clouded his eyes. He sat there for a while before his phone started ringing.

Denver picked it up. "Den, Come quick" Adam's terrified voice sounded from the other side. Denver asked what happened but Adam refused to tell him, he only said
"The Niver house, please come as fast as you can".

Adam was at the Niver house, Skyle was on a case. Denver grabbed his coat and car keys and headed out, his head full of worry for his little brother.

As soon as pulled up their driveway, Adam opened the door and gestured him inside.
The house was empty only Andy was sitting on the sofa, crying his eyes out.

"Where is everyone? " Denver asked. "They're out to work " Adam replied, Dean looked at him quizzically.

He gestured Denver to sit down on the sofa. He himself sat beside Andy, putting an arm around him and comforting him. " We heave to tell Den, come on. " He said.
Andy nodded his head and wiped away his tears.

"We know where Connie is " Andy said in a broken voice. Denver had a pained and sad expression on his face but as soon as those words were spoken, Denver's face hardened. The anger surged through him. He refused to look at either of them.

"Please, you have to help him" Andy said. That took Denver's attention. "Wha- how? " He asked.

"We-" Andy's voice broke off. Adam put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Connor, had tried self harm before. He had to be hospitalised for that. His nerves had cut, after that they had planted like a distress signal on him. Like they would get alerted if and when he did something like that. Those signals came in but this time it was not him hurting himself,it was someone else hurting him" Adam said looking at Denver.

Denver was shocked and spellbound. "I- uhh.. Where? " He asked. His face now determined. He knew now that what he had seen was not real and Connor was in trouble.

"These had come in a couple of times before. But we were all at the hospital and the device is planted at home. So.. From all of them I could track it down " Andy said.

-x-

It was an old, cave type house. Obviously it was at the outskirts of the town and broken down. He slowly walked towards the entrance, but before he could knock, the door flew open.

He stood there silently as his eyes fell on the man standing in front of him. Connor, he was looking dishevelled, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth and his hands and legs full of cuts. "Cone? " Denver breathed out.

Connor opened his mouth to say something but instead he pushed Denver aside. Denver fell to the ground but immediately noticed what happened. There was a guy creeping up to him from behind, Connor punched that sucker straight in the face and it went toppling over.

Connor came towards Denver and helped him up. But as they were doing this, they were slowly being surrounded by dozens of men from different side, all armed with guns and knives.

Denver and Connor looked at each other, before they shouted " Ahhh" And went into battle.

Blood lashed through the air as screams of agony and pain floated. Swishes of knives and bangs of bullets could be heard from about a mile. Everything was chaotic.

When the last ones were left, the veil opened to reveal a very unscathed Denver and a slight bloody Connor.

Denver looked at the guy in the eye and stabbed him in his stomach. He looked over at Connor, who punched another guy in the face, causing to fall down and then a bullet to his chest.

In the heat of the moment, everything was beautiful. Nature was again just joining it's elements and creating this beautiful moment. Blue eyes met Green and everything passed in between. The unsaid apologies, the owed explanations and the love. The longing it showed, the way they missed each other.

Soon Denver was walking towards Connor and Connor was walking towards him. As soon as the paths collided, they stopped and the lips crashed. The gun and the knife fell from their hands as their bodies adjusted against the other. The warmth, the pleasance, the longing, how perfect it felt. Like it was meant to be, in a synchronised way.

Like the picture was finally complete.