// SOLD \\ DEAN x Reader

Three

Song/Video: The 7th sense By Fiorella

October 19

7 am

The closet was big, like big big. I ran around taking a peek at the clothing he has. I see mostly black in his closet, not a suprise. I see a button down shirt,black, and some black skinny jeans. I go and try them on, the shirt fits well and the pants were a little too big. I walked out of Dean's closet,showing him what I put together.

"You could pass as my bodyguard."

I smiled.

"Mmm, sure."

Dean walked into the closet getting dressed as well. He wore ripped skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, and a red sweater. He looked fucking fabulous. Simpler, yet nicely fitted outfit. Dean held something up, putting it to my face.

"Turn around, darling."

I obey. He placed the piece of fabric on my neck, latching something. He spun the ''necklace" around, having the latch in the front.

"Mmm, now youre my bitch."

I nod, looking at him. I felt my neck, feeling the "necklace".

"Dog collar? You kinky fuck!"

Dean laughed, pulling me into a kiss. I kissed back as he took my hand,leading me out of the bedroom. We run to the frontdoor,coming to a hult.

    "O-oh, hello sir!"
      "Do I want to ask?"
"N-no..."
      "I didnt ask you,but okay. Anyways Dean you have a fanmeet up today."
    "Oh,thanks for the info."

He left, the mystery guy left just like that.

"Who was he?" I tugged on Dean's arm.
   "My manager,well my favorite one."
"Well, he was rude! How could he talk to me like that!"
   "Ah, well, im not allowed to be around girls and ill show you why."

Dean grabbed a black cap and mask,putting it on me. We go down to the main floor,walking out of the elevator. Click! Flash! This is why. Dean pushed though the crowd, smiling.

"Dean! DEAN! Who is this?"
"Why did you come out of the elevator together!"

Just questions being asked left and right. I kept my head down most of the time. We exited the building and he rushed me inside the car,closing the door being him.

"Okay, I see why now."
   "Yeah, now pictures of us are going to be going around."
"Oh great!"
   "Aww, do you not like me? Im pretty sure you did last night!"

I punched Dean softly in the arm,laughing. I rest my head on his shoulder and he shrugged me off. Okay, wtf. I bit his shoulder. Ill show you what kind of dog I am. He looked at me, having a powerful gaze. He grabbed me by the collar he put on me, pulling me super close to him.

"I advise you to not act out of line,darling."

He pushed me back slightly, letting go. I sigh, looking out the window. We arrived at the fanmeet up location, exiting the car one by one. I entered the building right after Dean, looking around. His bodyguard pulled me away from Dean, dragging me behind the stage. He told me that I cant go up on the stage and that I hand to sit out on the side line. I did as I was told,sitting on the floor,watching fans talk and touch Dean. Hes putting on an act,why is he so smiley right now. Fuck it. I stood up, walking on the stage, well the edge on it. I crawled my way to the table, sitting near Dean's feet. I bit my lower lip, laughing at myself in my mind. I slowly tried to unzip his pants, only to look up to see him glaring at me. The eyes saying "you're dead.'' I stopped in my tracks. Shit, he could return me at anytime. I sat under there until the fan meet finished, he stood up pulling the table cloth off. I got out from under the table, letting out a nervous laugh. 

"haha, im funny..."

    "You really arent,darling."

"Sorry...So, are you going to return me?"

   "No,no,never."

- Following writing involves some sensitive content, please skip to the next chapter!! Que the music! (dont judge idk what to use :-:) -

He took me by the hand, pulling me out of the building. He took me home, hands still intertwine with one another.  I felt a force push me down, I groan to the sudden force. I looked at Dean, his facial expression showed something dark. 

"You fucking idiot! What did I tell you about stepping out of line! You couldve ruined me, you just had to do that."

He pulled me up to my feet. His hand wrapped around my neck, causing me to lose breathing. I blink a couple of times, having tears escape my eyes. He threw me to the ground again, my head hitting it first. I gasped for air, feeling my lungs fill. I coughed a couple of times before,balling my eyes out. 

"D-dean.." My breathing was unsteady.

  "Dont speak! God, I need a drink."

He fucking just left like that. I laid on the floor, curled up in a ball like form. My face stained with tears. I touched my neck,remembering where his hand was. 

- Deans pov when he left -

I walked out of my room, telling my guards to stand by. I left the hotel, finding my way to the nearest bar. I walked in, finding myself at the bar area already. The manager recognized me and led me to the ''VIP'' section. I sighed, feeling myself lay back in the chair. I ordered many drinks, feeling wasted. Tomorrow morning is going to suck ass. I hear some familiar music play, nodding my head to it. I stopped the drinks from coming and stood up to leave. I paid them, telling them to keep the change,since I was wasted. My body could barely stay up on its own. I stumbled down the busy street,bumping into people.  I made it back to my hotel, entering my room. I leaned on the wall, my eyes losing focus.

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