Evil Dean and Family
Ben, one of Dorian's older children stalked back and forth glancing at his dad "He should be awake by now" he sighed softly
Dorian’s brow furrowed, and he shot up, gasping air into his lungs. He hissed, a hand coming to his stomach, and groaned in pain. “D…dean…” he called out, blinking and trying to see his new surroundings. The last thing he remembered was the warehouse and holding Dean.
“Dean!” he called, worried that he hadn’t gotten an answer.
"They took him" Ben confessed "Sorry Father, they, it was, and, the guns......... sorry"
Dorian face twisted in a grimace, his hand still clutching his stomach, and his breathing heavy. “Where?” he growled. “..where did they take him..” he muttered, moving to get to his feet.
"We don't know, I have people looking but, no luck, Dad you need to rest" he said holding him down. "your injured and we're not like dean we can't just heal you"
Dorian didn’t right care about being injured, or them not being able to find him. “I…I can find him…I can feel him…” he rasped, still trying to get up. “..he…needs..”
"You not to die of a wound?!" Ben finished holding him still.
Giving an exasperated sigh, Dorian stopped struggling and laid back. “This body has nearly had it.” He started, then looked down at the wound. “And that’s two good shirts that man’s ruined in as many days.”
He smiled weakly at his father "I brought a possible selection of new bodies for you"
Dorian raised an eyebrow at that, but smiled. “Thank you, son.” He whispered, tiredly. “But I think that may have to wait a little longer…”
"you need to rest, thats sure, I'm certain Dean will be ok, you know how strong he is"
“Mmhmm.” He nodded, eyes closing of their own accord, as he actually didn’t want to rest. He wanted , no needed his son to be here with him. To know he was safe.
"Thank you father" he smiled glad he was actually listening
Dorian was already out before he could respond to his son.
He smiled tending to his fathers wound.
Dorian woke a few hours later feeling a lot better than he had before. Better was extremely good.
Ben was gently snoring from across the room
He looked over, smiling softly as he saw Ben sleeping, and heard the gentle snoring. As quietly as he could, he got up, and stood, shakily, and held onto the side of the bed.
"Deans not really yours" he muttered in his sleep
He stiffened slightly at that, and winced in pain. “What was that?” he called out, even though he didn’t expect the boy to answer.
"Just let him die" Ben murmered
Dorian snarled, shoving the sleeping boy with a growl despite the pain it put him in.
He yelped jumping awake "What WHat?" he asked
“Did you ever know that you talk in your sleep, Ben?” he growled, stalking away.
"I don't" he said jumping up and rushing after him "I don't!"
“Of course you don’t, I simply imagined it.” He snapped, continuing to walk out, pain steadily growing.
"Dad you need to rest, forget about Dean" he sighed
He whirled on him. “How DARE you?!?” he yelled angrily. “Don’t you say that EVER again!” he roared.
Ben flinched back "He isn't your blood, I am, you........." he scowled "Your injured, you need to rest"
“It doesn’t matter if he’s my blood or not!” he yelled louder. “You’ve no right to speak of him as anything less than your brother.” He snapped, ignoring the last part and turning to go away again.
"He is NOT my brother, he's a waif you took in to tease the hunter"
“Think of him as a brother, or don’t, but he IS my son.” He snapped, backhanding Ben. “And don’t you ever forget that.”
Ben winced "Sorry Father" he whispered
And that bit had gone and reopened the wound. “You’d better be.” He snapped, heading out of the place.
He sighed watching his Dad "At least take anew body" he said softly
“I’ll be fine.” He snapped, not turning back. He’d be fine when he got his son back. Then and only then would he switch bodies.
"Is dean really worth dying for?"
“Yes, he is.” He said, voice softer than before.
"But we're not?" he asked "You wouldn't do this for us"
That got a low dangerous growl out of him. "How dare you say that to me." he growled. "I love all of my children."
"You barely know where we are at the best of times, too busy with Dean, you'd never strike him either"
“Is it my fault that the rest of you disobey orders?” he growled. “He’s never given me a reason to lay a hand on him, ever.” He snaps.
Ben growled slightly "Some might think your interests in him were more than just fatherly"
“And some would say you’re twisted in the head, but they’d be right.” He snapped. “He’s my son, and more of one than you obviously are.” He growled, glaring.
"Are you saying you wish to go up against me father?" he asked "your not young anymore, I could defeat you"
“I’m saying you’re a pathetic excuse for a son, and I want you out of my sight.” He scoffs at the not being young part. “Bodies are simply puppets, all I need is a new one, or to defeat you in my true form.” He growls.
"I don't fear you, I'm stronger than you think"
“Your first mistake.” He hissed at him, turning and continuing to walk away. He didn’t have time for this. “You’re no better than them.” By that he means the Winchesters.
He scowled, that hurt, and he wasn't going to let his father get away with it. He threw a fireball at his father from behind
Dorian dropped down right before it hit him, feeling it singe the back of his head. Instead of a fireball, he sends a wave of telekinetic energy to throw him back. “Never could teach you how to fight fairly, could I?” he sneered, getting up on his feet.
He grinned sitting back up "I leant all I need"
"Which was obviously not enough." he growled.
He threw another fireball at his father, and another in rapid sucsession.
Instead of dodging them he simply stopped them before they reached him. "Anything new?"
He scowled angrily before throwing a bolt of electricity "Bastard"
That blast of electricity hits him square in the chest, and throws him back into a wall.