Another request from a friend on tumblr, again for the prompt meme.
'How about "I can't lose you. I need you." with Ambreigns sis? Happy please?'
The damage was done. Seth had made his stance perfectly clear, taking a chair to Roman's back. Dean stood in shock, his body unable to move. His eyes couldn't believe what they had seen; his beautiful Seth, decimating the relationship they had all formed together with one swift motion. His body worked on auto-pilot, going to stop Seth from the beating he was handing to Roman, his own body meeting the cold steel.
The icy look in those once welcoming chocolate eyes hurt more than any chair could.
As much as his body ached, his heart hurt so much more. He trusted Seth with his life…a decision he was now regretting. Lying in the hotel bed, listening to the hissing of water from the shower, Dean stared blankly at the ceiling. As much as his mind was running with scattered thoughts, it was also strangely quiet. The thoughts came and left so suddenly, leaving him alone in the stuffy room.
Curling into himself, Dean attempted to focus on the sounds coming from the bathroom. The sound of the water running through the pipes in the wall, the thump of that water flow being halted by the turn of the nozzle being turned to the 'off' position, the soft shuffling of cloth, and the soft creaking of the floor as his partner moved across the room. To him, each sound was heaven compared to the scattered screams and howls trapped in his skull.
Glancing to the lump of a body situated on the bed, Roman sighed to himself. He had taken most of the physical beating, but he knew Dean had taken a much more severe emotional blow. He knew how much Dean had trusted Seth, and how much this had shaken him. He could see it in him; see how stiff every muscle in his body was. As much as his body hurt, he knew Dean was in a whole other world of pain.
Tugging gently on the blankets covering the bed, Roman managed to pull them from underneath Dean, wrapping both of their bodies underneath, skin meeting skin. His large arm wrapped around Dean's torso, placing a warm hand against his chest. The muscles underneath quaked, his ears picking up on the hitches in Dean's breath. Holding on to him even tighter, his other hand rose to bury his fingers in Dean's hair, soothing strokes passing through the unruly strands. Roman's heart felt like it was breaking with each passing second, Dean's body continuing to shake with unshed tears, Dean's hands grasping at Roman's larger one, holding it against him tighter as if it was his life line.
As the minutes ticked by, Roman could feel Dean beginning to settle down, the shaking diminishing. He raised his arm a bit as he felt Dean shifting to face him, his own grey eyes meeting with glassy blue. He could see the whites of Dean's eyes were reddened, tear streaks passing along his nose. They remained like this for what felt like forever, just staring at one another.
Finally, Dean broke the eye contact, burying his face against Roman's chest, hands still clutching to Roman's. "Please…don't leave me, too…I can't lose you…I need you," he mumbled against the tanned skin, Roman using his free arm to pull him in closer.
"Don't worry about that, I'm not going anywhere," Roman whispered, placing a soft kiss to the crown of Dean's head. He listened for a short while longer, hearing Dean's breathing even out, his body releasing its tension. He remained awake a while longer, protectively holding Dean. "I promise, I'm not going anywhere," he said to the sleeping man in his arms, allowing the exhaustion of the night to finally overtake him.