005. DEAN'S EXTRAVAGANZA

✎ S1E1 ⇢ ˗ˏˋ PART 5 , 2019

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"THE NAME OF THE GAME"

     The night was bitter and breezy. Although it was late, the lights from the new york boards in time square, lightened up everything and everyone. Illuminating even the darkest corners. Cars honk, few animals and birds throughout, and people chatter to one another. One could say the night is still young. The only downside to all of it was, it's detrimental to Dean's ears. His advance-hearing gave him sensory overload in certain areas, hence the word; advance. To reduce this pain, he usually listens for the quietest sounds. Like water dripping on the ground, or whenever someone hits the button to be able to cross an intersection. Just quiet sounds in general that a normal person wouldn't really focus on. It usually works, his hearing would cancel out everything when doing this technique. It's an unfortunate constant in Dean's life.

Rubbing his ear a bit, Dean moans at the pain he felt for a second due to the sensory overload his ears were receiving. Hughie notices Dean's pain and softly hits Dean on his arm. "Hey, you okay? You seem...in pain."

He stops rubbing his ear and listens to Hughies heartbeat, the steady rhythm of his beating heart, makes everything fade out. Every second beating and every second not calms him even more. The pain in Dean's ear faded soon after. kinda creepy but it works. Dean grins at Hughie. "No, I'm good, it's nothin'." Hughie nods. He returns his attention back to the badge Butcher gave him.

Crossing his hands, Dean whispers to Hughie. "What do you think he wants?" He looks at Butcher for a moment then at Hughie.

"I don't know Dean, but he knows about Robbin. So he must be something...right?" Hughie's voice was laced with affirmation.

Dean sighs and mumbles. "I hope so, Hughie." Hughie looks at the Badge once more.

He leans right by Hughies' shoulder which makes him get close to his face, as he looks at the badge. "Can I see that?"

Hughie looks at Dean. Eyeing his face up and down due to how close he was. "Yeah here, sure." Hughie passes the badge to Dean. He grabs it and inspects it more than Hughie did. He recognizes that it's false but says no word about it.

If he honestly wanted to harm us, he would have done it by now- I'm a supe anyway. I can beat his ass...hopefully.

"Y-You're a fed?" Hughie walks faster to catch up to Butcher. "You don't sound like a fed."

"What, I can't immigrate? There's a giant green slapper with her ass in the harbor that says different." Hughie walks alongside Butcher as Dean stayed in the back.

Dean glares at the badge in uncertainty, looking up at Butcher, he spoke. "You don't really look like one, either man."

Buchter gives Dean a side glance. "Really? Well, you don't really look like a regular citizen yourself, lad. If I didn't know any better, you remind me of a little twat supe."

Dean scoffs as he sees butcher smirk. Dean shakes his head and his gaze hardens. "Yeah...sure I do."

Hughie walks in utter puzzlement as he watches the conversation. Before Hughie has the chance to say what that was about, Butcher continues talking. "Hughie, mate. What do I look like to ya?"

He blinks a few times before speaking. "Uh, like you're starring in a porn version of the Matrix." Dean lets out a quiet laugh at Hughies remark. Wow, Hughie, I wouldn't have thought of that. I mean, he looks fit for the role-

"Well lads, it's all right there in black and white." Dean looked back at the badge. "Here man." Butcher stops and retrieves his badge from Dean.

"Okay. Uh, what exactly can I do for you?" Hughie persisted.

Butcher flags his hand down. "No, you got it all wrong, Hughie. It's what I can do for you. You see, you ain't alone, son. It happens a lot more than you think. Supes lose hundreds of people each year to collateral Damage." Butcher says the word supe with disgust, Dean knew this was ultimately hinted at him and his team. Dean soon realizes butchers' distaste for supes.

Astonished, Huhgie staggers over his words. "No- no. Come on, that'd be all over the news. People would be screaming bloody murder."

Butcher puffs a breath and states. "Yeah, look, there might be the odd mention of it now and again, like with Robbin, but there's a fuck-sight more that happens that just gets swept right under the rug."

"Butcher's right, Hughie." He turns around and gives Dean a how-do-you-know look.

Butcher leers at Dean's response, and he grabs Hughie and Dean by the shoulders. Tugging them along and making them look around time square. "Ain't it obvious lads? Movie tickets, merchandising, theme parks, and video games. A multi-billion dollar global industry supported by corporate lobbyists and politicians on both sides. But the main reason that you won't hear about it is 'cause the public doesn't want to know about it." Butcher spoke intensely as he saunters around both men.

"See, people love that cozy feeling that supers give them. Some golden cunt to swoop out of the sky and save the day so you don't gotta do it yourself." Butcher gets behind both of them and gets in between the space between. "But if you knew half the shit they get up to. Ooh..." Butcher clicks his tongue. He grips their shoulders but adds more force on Deans', which makes him give Butcher an irritated look. "Fuckin' diabolical."

Butcher releases his grip and gets in front of them. "But then...that's where I come in." He strides back and presents himself with 'elegance'.

Dean crosses his arms and scoffs. "What exactly are you planning to do?"

Butcher gets close to his face and speaks with distaste on his tongue. "Spank the bastards when they get out of line and don't worry. I know a supe when I see one." As many times before, Dean and Butcher gape at each other longer than usual. The tension could cut anything that crosses it. My god, if this ain't the most intense man I've come across.

"How- how do you spank a supe?" Hughie cuts the tension when speaking.

Giving a smug smile, Butcher turns around. "Come on you two." As butcher began to leave, Dean follows, he knew this man was no joke.

Hughie abruptly stops him by placing a hand on his chest. He looks at Hughie, Hughie gives Dean a shake of his head; to not follow him. "Uh, where?" Hughie asks and reverts his gaze.

"You'll love it." Butcher insisted.

"Uh, not likely." Hughie began to follow him, and Dean followed soon after. "Um, listen. I think this is good; I'm good. We're good." Hughie motions to him and Dean as butcher faces Hughie. Dean stands by Hughie with his hands in his pocket, letting out a breath. His breath turning into fog right as it hits the air.

"Uh, thank you for an extremely weird conversation, but, uh, I don't want to go to a second location with you. So, I'm gonna get back to work. Thank you." Hughie begins to leave, while Dean stands still, not knowing who to go with. Butcher will give them the information Hughie so desperately needs or go with Hughie, back to his job. Both are a win, win in Deans's book.

"Hughie! Hughie." Butcher walks back to Hughie. Butcher passes Dean to get to Hughie, and continues to rant to him. Soon after, they started to part ways and Butcher began walking in Dean's direction. "Come on you cunt, lad's gonna follow, believe me." Hughie gives a pleading look at Dean, but Dean gives a sorrowful look back. He shook his head and began to follow Butcher. Eventually, Hughie sucked it up and followed them.

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     They turn into an alleyway, which is only lit up by a few, if none, lights. A few buzzing and dim, that is soon enough to go out. The only sound besides that, is the click of their shoes and clothing moving about. Cats rummage through a trash can, that's sprawled out on the alleyway road as they proceed forwards.

What the hell we doin' here?

Dean thinks, he recognizes it. He lifts his head up and stares at the steel door that lead to paradise, well for supes that is. A-train told him all about it, saying how he should experience it once. He did. So yeah, Dean likes the enclosed place supes get from civilians but the place was nothing but...intolerable. Different supes, different powers, Dean already knows how it goes down with those two combined.

"Where are we?" Hughie asked quietly. He timidly walks in the middle of Dean and Butcher. To Dean, Hughie's voice sounded like a little kid with too much curiosity; which was adorable in its own way.

"Keep your mouth shut." Butcher exclaims as he banged on the steel door. Dean and Hughie stand by each other, as butcher talks to Harry- Dean knows who he is. He's only come here once and he already made some friends...and enemies. He just wonders how he's never come across Butcher.

Hughie talks quietly to Dean. "Does this seem sketchy to you? I mean where following this guy in an ally way, who knows what'll happen? He might kill us, Dean."

With a click of his tongue, Dean whispers. "Dude, if we're gonna get killed, don't you think he would have done it by now? I mean how many times do you come across an English man that's a serial killer? None."

"I- I guess you're right." Hughie nods and looks back at the door.

"You know this is fucking police brutality, man. You know what they'll do to me, if they catch me letting you in?" Harry says in a tiring voice. Hughie strains his neck to see what was going on, while Dean just waits. Due to bordem, he plays with the rain that drops off a roof nearby with his power. Slitley raising his hand, just enough to not be noticeable. Stopping it every time a few raindrops, drop to the ground then lets it go. It was also dark in the alley, so none of them would notice.

"Not half of what I'll do if you don't." Dean quickly turn his head at the threat, quick enough for him to get dizzy at his sudden action.

"Did he just say you were police?" Hughie ponders.

"Yeah, you know, cop, fed, all the same to twats like that." Butcher enters in but Hughie doesn't follow.

Dean exhales and pushes him by the shoulders. "Stop being paranoid, vámanos amigo."

As they enter they come across very explicit situtions. Supes getting jacked off, having sex- in the air. All types of stuff going down. Dean sees Hughie appalled at the two people having sex on a chandelier. He comes up behind him and speaks, "Wish that were you huh?"

Hughie looks disgusted at Dean's choice of words. It's revolting Dean would ever think Hughie would want...that. Hughie strenuously shakes his head. "No, what the hell Dean? Thats..." Hughie points to the two. "Holy shit." He voices out as they both see the two people going down on each other. Their moans blare the place.

"Pick your jaw up off the floor and try to blend in. This is the only place where the supes can scratch their filthy little rich without the paps taking snaps." As they continue their walk, Hughie looks in disgust as he sees a man about the size of a shot cup, enter a lady through her lower region. Dean scoffs at the sight and continues walking.

"Wait, wait, wait. That's Ezekiel." As Hughie speaks with Butcher, Dean looks around and sees a familiar face.

"Oh shit." Trying to turn away last second the lady recognizes Dean and comes forward.

"Dean, is that you- of course it's you. I know that back from anywhere!" Dean feels a hand rubbing down on his arm. He turns to her.

"Noam, is that you? I didn't see you there." Really wish I didn't. He says while putting on the fakest smile he could.

She stares at him and then laughs as loud as she could. "As if you didn't see me- you know." She lets her hand run up his chest, placing her body right against his. Her other hand going to his crotch. "The last time we met was when you and I were having the best sex-"

Dean had enough and shooed her away. He grabs her hand and puts it to her side. "I'm here plainly on business Noam, sorry. Gonna have to wait. Bye now." Quickly leading her to a bar by her shoulders, she spoke.

"Well, you know where to find me- if you ever want to do it again." She plasters a kiss on Deans's cheek and leaves. Dean groans and turns around. As he does he bumps into a hard yet soft structure.

"Who was that?" Looking up, he sees it's none other than Hughie.

"Oh- you know, just some supe who wanted to get it on." Dean beams a smile.

Hughie nods and fumbles in place from the awkward situation. "Okay...well Butcher waiting for us so..." He points to where butcher went and leaves.

Dean sighs, he hoped that didn't give away who he really was. He didn't want Hughie as an enemy.

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     "Keep going forward." Butcher states to Harry. "That's it, further. Further. There. There. Stop." Looking at a camera feed, Dean sees A-train having a drink with a fellow buddy of his.

"Wait. wait. Wait. A- train's here right now?" He looks at Hugie, who seems to be in a frightened state, assuming from A-train.

"Was, This is from last night. Turn it up." Butcher asks Harry.

"I cannot believe you ran through that bitch."

"You want to hear something crazy? I ran so fast through this bitch, that I swallowed one of her molars. Like a bug on the fucking freeway."

"Dude, that's nasty."

Dean shifts in his spot from the eerie tension growing from Hugie and from just watching the recording. "They're laughing. Just...Like she's a joke. They're fucking laughing." Dean places a hand on Hughie for comfort, but Hughie shakes it off.

Butcher stands straight and places his hands in his pockets. "So what are you gonna do about it?"