Queen Of Paradox (Unedited)

Memory Lane

Furious. Restless. Confused. Hurt. Relieved. Was all the emotions coursing through Dean as he rode his bike through the city, maneuvering in and out of traffic like a mad man. Earning honks and shouted profanities along the way. She was alive. He had held her. Taking in her sweet unique scent that overwhelmed his senses like it always did. He hadn't wanted to let go. Had wanted to throw her over his shoulder and run off with her. Would have too...except..she didn't know him?

He couldn't wrap his head around that concept and the shock of it had allowed her the opening she needed to basically kick his ass and run off. And once again she was gone from him. Not for long. He thought darkly, pushing down on the gas full force and sending the bike shooting forward like a bullet.

He pulled into an elaborate driveway half an hour later and whistled at the two luxury sports cars, that were new additions to the collection, parked to the side in all their glory. Goddamn the bastard had good taste. But he'd keep that to himself. No need to inflate an already overstuffed ego. Swinging his leg off the steel beast beneath him, he pulled off his helmet and rested it on the seat before sauntering up to the all to familiar mansion that loomed before him with it's deceitfully welcoming atmosphere.

Lifting a hand, he balled it into a fist and banged rudely on the door. A minute later it swung open to reveal a disinterested William in the doorway. They stared at each other in stony silence before William's eyes slide over towards Dean's ride. "Ducati?" William inquired. Dean inclined his head in answer and let his own gaze wonder over to Williams collection. "Stingray?" William mimicked Dean's earlier action.

"Well, since we're done with foreplay you gonna let me in?" William rolled his eyes as Dean pushed past him without waiting for an answer and followed the hot headed brunette. Dean's gaze traveled around the familiar exterior that looked like it was the set for an interior design magazine shoot. Everything screamed money and well paid maids. "Glad to know nothings changed. Still has that warm, homey feel" Dean muttered sarcastically, running his finger over a marble end piece.

William followed a few paces behind in silence. " you found her."

Dean froze in shock and whipped around. "how did-"

"You haven't been here in years despite the numerous invitations. There's only one thing I can think of that would make you put everything aside to do so." He said, anticipating Dean's question and cutting him off.

" I haven't set aside shit. But Lana is more important than any problem I have with you" he growled out, wanting to make himself clear.

William's jaw clenched at that but he inclined his head in understanding.

Dean made his way over to the liquor cabinet, lazily pulling out a bottle of scotch that he had no doubt was worth ten times more then his humble home on the outskirts of the capital. He could almost feel William's impatience scratching at his skin. Hah! Let the bastard wait. Uncorking the bottle he glanced over at a tumbler, reached for it, paused, shrugged, and then took a drink directly from the bottle. He turned around to see William's disapproving frown.

"Oh unclench Will, and she's okay..." William visibly relaxed and then the interrogation began. "Where was she? Was she unharmed? What happened? Where is she now?"

Dean's head started pounding and a brief wave of dizziness passed over him causing him to sway. But he quickly covered it with another swig. Shit. He thought he had more time. He'd have to make this quick. "Like I said sunshine, she's fine, not a visible scratch on her. She was at one of those cafés in the capital." A town over from William's own ritzy, aristocratic, stodgy town. Basically under their noses the whole time...