Dean sat in his car, staring at the old warehouse. It used to be a candle factory but it closed down many years ago and had been abandoned since. Why on earth would Roman go there and who was the woman who had been in Roman's car? He had been supporting her into the warehouse. She had been walking but her feet had been dragging a bit.

It wasn't Dean's proudest moment to follow Roman secretly but Roman had been acting weird for a while now, ever since he met a woman named Neith. At first he was always one big smile when talking about her but shortly after he stopped mentioning her at all and when Dean had tried asking, he had just been told not to dig further into it. Could that mysterious woman disappearing into the warehouse next to Roman be Neith?

"You're losing it, Dean. So what if he has a girlfriend you don't know about and so what if they're out here in the middle of fucking nowhere? Doesn't have to mean anything," he talked to himself.

He should turn around and drive away but something about it just didn't sit right with him. Roman had changed, he had been different for months now, and Dean just had to know that everything was alright. He killed the engine, stepped out of the car and walked towards the warehouse.

There wasn't much light to go by but there was enough for him to see where he was stepping. He heard sounds somewhere deeper inside the building. Sounds he wasn't sure he liked. Roman was kind of grunting like he did in the ring when he was fighting. Metallic sounds from a chain maybe. Female grunts as well that sounded like she was trying to hold it within. He followed the sounds until he stepped into a more lit room and his jaw dropped at the sight in front of him.

The woman was on her knees on the cold floor only in her underwear. Her arms were stretched out to the sides and leather straps were locked around her wrists and connected to other chains, making sure she wouldn't be able to get away. She could stand up but that was it. Behind her Roman stood in his pants and boots, sweat dripping down his bare chest while he was whipping her back with a chain. In the background was a bed but that didn't matter right now. What mattered was the scene unfolding in front of Dean's eyes. A scene he couldn't run away from. He flew in fast with a punch to Roman's jaw that sent him straight down to the floor.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Dean screamed as he punched again. "What the fuck are you doing, Roman?"

Roman tried defending himself but Dean was too fast. Several punches rained down and then Dean jumped up and ran to the woman. He undid the leather straps quickly to free her.

"No, wait!" Roman tried.
"You stay the fuck down if you know what's best for you!" Dean sneered. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"You don't understand," Roman tried.
"You're right about that part," Dean said.

Dean looked around for her clothes but the only item he could see was Roman's discarded shirt. He grabbed it and pressed it into her hands before looking down at Roman again. Roman had managed to get up on his knees and he was spitting out blood.

"Dean, wait," he tried again.
"You stay the fuck away, Roman! You're sick! You need help!" Dean sneered.
"You don't understand! Wait!" Roman raised his voice.

Dean looked at her and she was already wearing Roman's shirt that looked like an oversize dress on her. He grabbed her hand and started moving towards the door with her. She followed him without a word and soon they were back out in the other room.

"Dean, wait!" Roman was shouting now. "She's dangerous!"