You think you can hide? I can smell your scent for miles.
Love is profound and comes in many shapes and forms. It was rare to find such a commodity within supes. Hughie campbell was the sole reason Dean found love, friendship, happiness, contentmen...
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✎ S1E3 ⇢ ˗ˏˋ PART 1 , 2019
|"GET SOME" Taking an elevator was pleasant, more accessible than plain old stairs. Considering vought tower had at least over 80 floors. A person could take on the scenery it provided while it takes them to their designated level. Adding on, the elevator music is awful but at least it kept the white noise away.
But let's say you added a supe in there, give or take two, waiting to reach a level well over 40. How would it turn out? Very vague question but if it was Homelander and Rebound. The awful music wouldn't be as awful anymore...
Dean stands idle as he waits for his pending doom to come as each floor they pass comes closer to it. He pays attention to the music. A little too much as he started to decipher each individual aspect of the sounds. It's far better than taking a glance at a raging Homelander, inches away from his face.
He could practically smell what John had for lunch. Milk...why milk? Did he even eat? Dean thought. What Homelander had for lunch should be the least of his worries.
In the midst of silence, Dean hears John letting out a stiff laugh. "What?" Dean says, turning his attention and body towards him.
John waves him off and exhales. "Nothing, you just- had me worried. Thought something had happen to you."
"Oh," Dean says. Well counting he had been conversing behind John's back something did in fact happen. Dean looks away guilty and quickly gazes back. His hands crossing eachother. "Well I'm touched, but I can handle myself pretty well John. You know that."
"Sure I do...it's just-" In a matter of seconds John had Dean against the elevator wall, making it shift irregularly. His hand over Dean's neck but not enough to choke him.
Dean holds himself by the handle bars behind him as he was being pinned against the wall. He groans involuntary as his back hits the bar.
Homelander smiles lips tight as ever while having a confused expression, looking Dean dead in the eyes. "I don't know why you lie to me Dean, I really didn't want to hurt you. You know how much it hurts me to."
Homelander gaze turn into a death glare and he puts pressure on his neck. The sound of John's red glove tightening as it forms into a fist. "Tell me. The truth. Where were you?"
Now. Dean either had two options. Tell the truth and suffer the consequences or don't tell the truth and suffer the consequences. He decided to not tell the truth, he already suspected John knew he was lying when he found him at the abandoned property. And why give away Butcher's plan, he's already fuck.
Dean stares John in the eye and states, "I was looking for Translucent."
They stare eachother in the eyes menacingly, the faint smell of blood radiating off of Dean into Homelander's nose. Makin him scrunch his face.
