Stuck In Elevator ll Mild Aphro ll For iustiviri

[mr_metallicar]

After waking up to the amazing warm body of his owner curled up next to him, Baby was beyond happy. Hell, he was only here for a day and so far, everything seemed to be looking great for him all thanks to finding Dean. Once Dean woke up (and had a little morning sex), they both showered, dressed, had some breakfast and got ready for more of their

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[iustiviri]

This was a bad idea. This was such an epically bad idea. Why had he even thought it would be a good idea? He hated elevators and he hated closed in spaces. He never used to, of course, used to be fine with it. But, you know, having to claw his way out of his own grave six feet under kinda does that to a person. The only reason he had even agreed to it was because Baby gave him that slightly pouty, begging look and he went along with it because he was totally the lovesick girl he told himself he wasn't.

The grip on his hand was helping a little, but when the elevator began moving his breath hitched and he couldn't seem to stand still, constantly fidgeting. He watched the numbers go down slowly and seriously, shouldn't elevators go faster than this? Aren't they supposed to be faster than using the stairs or something? Jesus.

[mr_metallicar]

Running his thumb along Dean's knuckles, Baby did his best to sooth the fidgeting hunter by his side. He knew that he shouldn't have done this because it was obvious on how much it was effecting him but he figured this would get them to the floor a lot faster then the stairs. Watching the numbers go down with Dean, he kept close to Dean's side and nuzzled his ear soothingly.

"And the road becomes my bride. I have stripped of all but pride." Baby sung softly into his ear, knowing Metallica calmed him as he hummed the guitar parts in between. "So in her I do confide. And she keeps me satisfied. Gives me all I need."

He continued to sing while running his thumb over Dean's knuckles, just praying and hoping the damn thing wouldn't get stuck.

[iustiviri]

It was.. actually really sweet, hearing Baby sing to him like that cause it did help to calm him down some, as Metallica always did and distractedly Dean hummed along to it as well, his hand tightening over Baby's own just a little. Dean swore, however, when the elevator jerked to a brief halt before it continued it's descent.

After that, Dean pulled away to begin pacing the small space, closing his eyes and moving back and forth, tried to think of anything else, but all that kept coming to mind were four dark walls closing in on him and the stench of dirt and mildew, the feel of it underneath his nails as he dug and dug, dirt clinging to him and how stifling it was, like he couldn't breath.

It took him a few moments to realize he was hyperventilting, leaning against the wall of the elevator as he panted for breath, shaking and leaning over a fraction, like it might help to ease the pain in his chest as he fought for breath.

[mr_metallicar]

Baby could relax Dean probably better then any other person since he knew the man like the back of his hand. Hearing him hum along made him smile as he sing along with him, keeping the same tight grip over his hand. The sudden jerk of the elevator made Baby swear a little in his head. Dammit, really? Right when he just managed to keep Dean calm and okay?

As Dean started to pace around, Baby watched him for a moment, hoping the pacing would calm him down. When he starts to hyperventilate though, that's when the former car had to moved over to the hunter and take his hands into his own, eyes starring into his closed ones. "Dean, hey. It's okay. It's alright. Nothing bad is going to happen. Take a few deep breaths." He murmured gently squeezing his hands as he glanced back at the numbers. They were almost there.

"It's okay. Shh..." His voice was soothing as he hummed Metallica again, thumb stroking his knuckles as he took a few deep breaths, trying to help him the best way he could.