AN: This is my first youtuber fic. This is my entry into the fandom. Please let me in. C:
Dean’s life had always been pretty normal. School, mates, dinner, repeat. Until It happened.
His day had been pretty normal. School had just finished and he was dreading telling Janey that he had seen her kissing that blond douche bag.
Dean always took a short cut from school through an alley way. So far he hadn’t ever been bothered when he used it. No homeless men or paedophiles had been in there. Yet.
On this particular day however he had been feeling uneasy all day, as though he was being watched. When he turned into the alley he saw a white van parked up aside the pavement. He shivered nervously.
As he walked he saw a man walking towards him. This guy was huge, about a foot taller than Dean. “Hey kid.” The man said. Dean’s head snapped up. “This isn’t a place for little pretty boys like you.”
Shuddering Dean sped up, trying to walk past the man when he shot out a hand and grabbed the boy by the shoulder.
Dean tried to throw the man off but he held tight. “Little boys hurt easily. It’d be such a shame if one so pretty as you were to be hurt.” He grabbed Dean’s wrist and twisted it up harshly behind his back.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Dean screamed as the man dragged him down the alley to the van where the engine was going and the rear doors were wide open with two men hurrying Dean’s captor.
The man yankedthe struggling shouting boy into the van. The doors slammed shut and the van sped off.
“Let me go! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU TWATS THINK YOU’RE PLAYING AT?!” Dean screamed. His face was knocked against the floor as his kidnappers tied his hands behind his back.
When they let him up he rolled onto his back and scrambled backwards away from the three men.
“Quiet kid.” One of them snapped. He was dressed all in black with a black beanie pulled down to his eyes, which were bright blue.
“Don’t make us gag you.” Another remarked threatningly. Dean stared at him. He had big brown eyes and a posh accent. He was also massive. He couldn’t stand up straight and was stooped.
“Be nice.” The third one said. Dean’s eyes flicked over to him. He was shorter than the other two and had blond hair and green eyes.
“What do you want?” Dean asked shakily. He was so scared.
The tall boys chuckled. “You’re sexy ass.” The blue eyed one grinned and winked.
“And you’re lips look like they were made to suck cock.” The brown eyed one joined in.
Dean recoiled in horror. “This isn’t happening.” He said quietly to himself. “I am just dreaming.”
The men laughed as they watched the boy try not to panic. It was so cute.
‘Oi Chris!” The blond one yelled to the people in the cab. “We there yet?”
A muffled reply of ‘nearly’ came back.
The van stopped and Dean dared to look up from where he had buried his face in his knees, using his hair to hide behind.
The blond man grabbed Dean by his shoulders and yanked him out of the van into a woods. “Where the hell am I?”
“That doesn’t matter kid. All that matters, for you, is that you do as we say when we say it and you won’t get hurt.” Said the blue eyed man.
Dean shivered and kept his gaze fixed on the ground.
“J, you look after him. Make sure he’s secure and once you think he’s ready call. Okay?”
The blond boy nodded and the other two men got back into the van and drove off.
“Where are we?” Dean whimpered shivering in the wind.
“None of your buisness.” The blond growled, grabbing Dean’s shoulder and leading him.
“Let me go.” Dean said quietly. “Please.”
“Can it boy.” The blond snapped, approaching a small wooden cabin. He opened the door and shoved Dean inside. “Welcome to your new home.” He smirked.