TRUST

TWELVE

TWELVE 

  "It's a little green-eyed monster named jealousy, Dean."

Kevin shoved the gloves into his pocket. No evidence, no crime. 

Dean stared up at the man with anger. "What the hell do you want, Kevin? Just answer that." 

Kevin smirked as he crouched down to Dean's height. "I want you dead, that's what I want. And I had it all figured out. That is, until you moved. What a shame. It looks like we'll have to meet again." 

"But I ruined your plan," Dean stated, blinking in confusion. "So what are you going to tell people now? I mean, you cut yourself before you stabbed me. What was the deal with that? I could easily make people believe that you hurt me; the evidence is currently in my thigh." 

Kevin shook his head as he rose. "Oh, Dean. You innocent thing you. No, no, you've got it all wrong," Kevin's smirk grew. "Yes, you ruined my original plan, but I can think quick. I already thought over this situation occurring. I had already expected it because unlike you, I plan things out fully, not partially. I cut myself to make it look like self-defense against you. You came after me and I had to stab you to get away." 

"Who the fuck is going to believe that?" Dean spat. Blood dripped from his nose. 

"Everyone," Kevin replied confidently. "I mean, let's be real here, Dean, who would truly believe you other than Roman? No one. And from what it seems, he's barely hanging by a thread, Dean. He's ready to cut loose and leave you. No one else likes you or trusts you anymore after that incident in the hall. They would all trust me and my word over yours any day of the week." 

"But why would I come after you?" Dean asked, raising a brow. 

"That answer is obvious," Kevin said. "Because I'm with Seth and you are in love with him. It's a little green-eyed monster named jealousy, Dean." 

"Oh, so believable that is," Dean muttered, rolling his eyes. 

"But it is," Kevin responded, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I do have a backup idea. I'm switching between the two in my head right now." 

"What's the backup idea?" Dean asked, gasping when he tried to pull the knife out. "Fuck!" 

"I wouldn't suggest taking that out until you see a doctor. I mean, unless you're ready to die. Then more of the power to ya!" Kevin exclaimed. He took his hands out from his pockets and wiped the blood off of his face, smearing it slightly. He did this on purpose; he wanted a more realistic look for when he had to act in front of everyone to frame Dean. "Anyway, the backup idea is to say that you staged it. You wanted it to look like I had hurt you, so you staged it so you would no longer be seen as the bad guy." 

Dean shook his head. "That sounds stupid." 

"Perhaps to you, but not to everyone else. It goes along perfectly with my other idea." 

"You stupid fucker." 

"Oh, I'm stupid?" Kevin questioned as he slipped the gloves back on. "Sure, Dean, you keep telling yourself that." 

He grabbed Dean by the underarms, despite the lunatic finding back against him, and moved him aside just a little bit more so he could run out of the door. The blood puddle that sat there from Dean's wound would still appear realistic since it was only a few inches, if that, that he had been moved. 

Dean growled. 

Kevin opened the door and ran out, screaming. "Help! Someone help me! I was just attacked! He tried to murder me!"