They were cornered.

They were caught.

It was all over.

All they had to do was get the virus, get back to the lab and work on an antidote. Sure seduction was to be done but that was the easy part. At least they thought...

The whole thing was blown. Everything went to hell. They were exposed. Their mission was no longer getting the virus. Their new mission was to get out of there.

Alive.

"Listen, Seth, baby!" They had to reason with him some way. He had to get to Seth somehow. "It doesn't have to end this way, you're only doing yourself a disservice." They stood in a kitchen. A big kitchen, one that looked like something out those cooking shows. Unfortunately, there was no Pioneer Woman or Bobby Flay. "You'll make everything worst." There was just Seth and Dean and the gun Seth had aimed at him. "Baby...I know you're mad, believe me, I know but I need-"

"You need what?" Cocking back the hammer, tilting his head to the side. "You need me to put the gun down? Not shoot you? Let you go?"

"All that sounds really good right now, we can do that in that exact order." Sounds of a battle being made right in the next room. Baron slugging it out with Balor while Sami was down thanks to the likes of that slob, Owens. Baron's forearm helping to crush the smaller man's skull, bloodshed from them both, a war was beginning and Baron refused to lose.

"I'm not leavin' here without that virus on me and knowin' full well you'll be rotting in hell!"

"Rot in hell, Bear?" How Baron despised that nickname. Ever since they showed up. Numerous times he corrected the shorter man, kindly demanding he call him by his full name. All that did was fall on deaf ears. "A lot of guys tried doin' that but I just keep comin' back. Because the devil, himself, doesn't want me down-"

"Will you stop with the fucking motivational comebacks!" Shouting at the top of his lungs, his anger taking full control. Saying his blood was boiling would be an understatement. His blood never boiled, it evaporated. In the eyes of many, Baron had no soul. It wasn't blood in his veins. Just ice. "DIE ALREADY!" Going in to tackle Finn, the sounds of shattering glass were made.

"Baron!" Exclaiming in pure concern, stepping closer to see what occurred. None of this was supposed to happen. Everything was out of control.

"Not so fast." The gun reappearing in his sight, closer than ever, pressing against his forehead. "You used me, Dean. You lied to me. You wasted my time." A slight smirk, a glint in his eyes and desire radiating off him. "On your knees!"

"Look, baby, I never meant for this to happen." Slowly kneeling down, his hands now on his hips. "I'm not a bad guy, I'm just a man on a mission." His eyes staring at Seth wide and full of innocence. "I'm so sorry I used you, I never meant to hurt you. I don't want to hurt you!" Babbling on as his hands traveled past his thighs down to his knees. "I was told to go after some really bad men, both me and Baron! But we don't see any, not one bad guy here!"

"Then why are you reaching for your ankle gun?"

He froze. His whole body stiffened. He stopped.

That's all he could do. All he could do was stop himself from doing something that could and would end his life. Sadly, Seth wasn't stupid. Sadly, wasn't buying the act. Sadly for Dean, Seth was on to him. "Give it here." One simple order made Dean defenseless. Handing over his gun made him vulnerable.

"You won't get away with this, Rollins!" If he was to die that night then so be it! Dean Ambrose was not going to go out quietly. He would be listened to and have the last word. "You'll never win."

"This isn't about winning, Dean!" Laughter. Laughter all around. Nothing but laughter coming from a dangerous, demented sadist. "This is about vindication."

"Kinda like this!" The burning sensation into his jugular, feeling the cool solution being forced into his veins as Seth forced down the plunger.

...

"No!"

His body feeling the cool breeze coming from the open window, the curtains flowing rapidly as the wind sped up.

"What's wrong?!" Turning to see his husband, alarmed by the sudden shout. "Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare? Are the girls alright?!" Question after question before the last one had him rubbing the swollen bump. Seven months heavy with twin girls. While that would give some people nightmares, for the expecting couple it was news to rejoice!

"I had this crazy dream where-...I'm-...I'm fine, Seth."

"Babe, what happened?" Drawing circles on the round bump, feeling their little ones move. "Did the girls wake you again?"

"I had the craziest dream, baby." Shaking his head, looking away as he felt the fear slowly leave his body. "It felt so real..."

"What? Were you being chased?"

"Heh...It was...something out of a James Bond, some type of spy movie." Running a hand over his face, trying to remember every detail. "I was...some kind of agent...me, Sami and Baron." "You had a gun to my head while Finn and Baron were sluggin' it out."

"Baron was fighting Finn? Baron Corbin? The world's biggest softie was fighting father of his kids?"

"I know, something their boys might not wanna see."

"And I had a gun to your head?"

"I know, then you stuck a needle in my-" The explanation interrupted by the sudden outburst of shrieks and cries coming from the nursery across the hall.

"Ah, no, I woke up Henry." His face in his hands, almost looking away in shame, trying to hide his guilt.

"It's okay," Feeling Seth's embrace freed him from the chains the nightmare had on him. Now able to focus on the presence, the reality. "How about I go get him and then we all can sleep together?" "Right after I get you some water."

...

"Don't worry, little man." Running a finger over the infant's cheek, holding the tiny body closer as he pulled out the syringe taped under the drawer. "Daddy's gotta give momma his medicine." Squirting the clear liquid into the water, mixing the fluids together with the needle shaft. "You'll understand when you're older." A soft kiss pressed against the soft brown curls, his cries replaced with cooing as they made their way up the stairs.

A smile of pride appeared at the sight of his husband gulping down the unaware mixture. The smile grew at the sight of their son getting a large serving of milk. His small mouth wrapped around the pink, tender nipples. Sucking away until he fell asleep in his momma's arms.

"Thanks for taking care of us, daddy."

"See?" A chuckle escaped, climbing on the bed before pulling Dean closer, cuddling them both. "I'm not just his daddy, I'm your daddy too."