#restraints cw
↳ Dean is his Father’s favorite Doll.
He doesn’t remember a lot from before. He remembers the weight of a gun in his hands. He remembers a room with unkempt beds and blank walls. And then, his Father came through a door and smiled at him.
He remembers being afraid.
He isn’t now, not anymore. Father has been good to him, even back when Dean was trying to escape. He gave him a big room, sheltered away from the world. He kept him fed and clothed, read him bedtime stories, made sure to eat in Dean’s company as often as possible.
Father never hurt him, even when he had to draw Dean’s blood. He used to whisper to his ear that he was his favorite, that his blood was so sweet and that he bruised so prettily. Father often told him that he felt selfish to keep him so sheltered but he knows his people’s hunger too well.
— My children, Doll, they are… violent, Father says to him one day. Messy. They don’t care properly for their food. They don’t know how to make it last, how to savor the blood. They would tear your pretty skin apart without caring - but I care so much about you, Dean. That’s why I had to keep you away. Do you understand, Doll?
Dean nods. He loves it when Father calls him Doll. He keep writing the word with drops of the blood Father takes from him. Father smiles, his lips tinted in red, and ruffles his hair with affection.
— One day, I will teach you how to be one of us, Doll. One day, you will become my favorite child.
Dean smiles brightly. He can’t wait for the day to come.
(Dean is taken as a child to become the Alpha’s Vampire’s human blood bag.)
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