ilzehS sent me this prompt: Ghost fic (Horror/Dark/Revenge) Dean and Roman were in a loving relationship up until Roman's mind started going to dark places where jealousy consumed his whole being. (Thanks to Dean's close suspicious friendship with Seth). Their relationship became toxic and took a dark turn and somehow resulted in Roman's death. His ghost is now back to haunt Dean and Seth, who have now become an official couple.

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The wind was blowing hard, it was raining heavily. Several thunder and lightning illuminated the night. Dean was as usual on the balcony of the thirteenth floor of the pent-house where he lived. He could see the sea in all its splendor and tonight the sea was angry.

Roman always said that when the sea was so agitated it was a bad omen. Something very bad was going to happen tonight.

The rain increased its strength, and now it was difficult to distinguish if it was a storm. The rain was catching Dean, but he was not moving. He was like a zombie after all.

Dean lived in a beautiful and huge apartment, with all the comforts you could possibly imagine. A large and beautiful living room, with beautiful furniture, with a beautiful and expensive carpet. A bar with liqueurs of varied dates and provenances. A beautiful bedroom with a large bed and silk sheets. A beautiful balcony overlooking the ocean.

Beautiful, luxurious... empty.

A place whose beauty consumed him. Behind all that perfection laid guilt, pain and remorse.

There was a well-known adage that said: I envy people who drink, at least they know what to blame everything on.

And Dean was the embodiment of that phrase.

The auburn-haired man was slowly drinking a glass full of whiskey. Lately it was the only thing that gave him comfort.

The rain brought with it the smell of salt, sea, wet sand, tanned skin... of him.

And Dean drank a larger sip.

"Your cousins hate me. They accuse me of taking advantage of your death because I still live here...In this house you bought for us, with the man with whom I cheated on you. Who was also your best friend."

And as if the sky was in agreement, a huge lightning thundered causing Dean to flinch. Usually on stormy nights, Roman held him tightly against his thick body, making him feel safe. But there was no Roman anymore and it was all his fault.

"I didn't want to, Roman! I swear I didn't think things would end like this. You were driving me crazy!" Dean's voice was louder now. "You were paranoid and you accused me of cheating on you with Seth and..."

Dean felt that he could not contain the crying.

"The fact that I now live with him doesn't help my case, now does it Roman?"

Dean closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. The smell of the sea reminding Dean of him. Tonight that smell was dormant. It was almost as if his presence was here. But it was impossible. Roman was dead.

Memories cluttered in his mind in a disorderly way. Dean wanted to forget but his mind kept giving him flashbacks of those memories that were nothing but anguish and pain.

"It's two in the morning. What were you doing with him at this hour?" The voice that was once filled with love and sweetness now distilled bitterness and jealousy.

"We were talking and I lost track of time" Dean defended himself.

"You always lose track of time when you're with him." The brown eyes looked at him suspiciously.

Roman stood up in a movement too fast for someone of his size. And the soft touch of his hands, which usually explored the auburn-haired man's body with adoration, turned into a violent pull.

Roman buried his nose in Dean's neck and inhaled as if looking for a proof of his betrayal. But there was no proof. Because Dean was not cheating...

...Still

"Seth was always right, you were not stable. He's been there for me... Advising me, offering a hand to me when you started with that unfounded jealousy and one thing led to the other. He was here when I lost you. The only reason I didn't follow you to death, was him..."

Dean reached into his pocket and looked at the small old photo. It was him and Roman, the Samoan stroked his messy hair in a gesture full of love. Dean loved it when Roman treated him like a little puppy.

Ironically that picture had been taken by Seth.

"Only once did Seth tried to stroke my hair and I hit his hand. I'll never let him do that, I'll never let anyone do it. Only you can do it Roman. Only you."

Another deafening thunder was heard and Dean jumped from the fright, but what really froze his bones was what happened next.

"I know." It was the answer.

Dean dropped his glass. That voice was unmistakable. The auburn-haired man was frozen. Was his imagination playing tricks on him? Was the guilt so hard that it was now tricking his mind this way?

Dean shook his head. Roman was dead. He had been buried a month ago, at a ceremony where he was expelled by Jimmy and Jay who now hated him.

"You have not even visited my grave," Roman's voice spoke as bitterly as ever. "Because it was a relief for you to get rid of me. Now you have a great time in my own bed with the man I used to call my best friend."

Dean turned violently looking for the voice but there was nothing. Only the curtain swaying to the beat of the night wind.

Dean was breathing heavily. How was it possible? This was his first glass of whiskey, he was not drunk. How could he imagine such a thing?

Dean decided to go inside the house. Seth had a night shift at the clinic where he was a nurse. Dean hated the night shifts. Without Seth, Dean's only companion was his own conscience, and hearing that voice he realized it was not a good company.

Dean started looking around the house. He needed to find the source of that voice. The thunders were heard even though he was now inside the house.

He walked to the mini bar and heard footsteps behind him. He turned around in alarm, but there was nothing. A glass fell off the shelf making Dean jump at the loud sound. He felt his heart pounding in his chest. Was he losing his mind?

"If the guilty feeling was an animal, it would be an octopus. You know, all slimy and twisted and with a lot of tentacles wrapped around your guts, squeezing you tightly", Roman's voice sounded so close and so full of resentment.

And as always Roman was right. That's how Dean felt now. Asphyxiated by the invisible tentacles of his faults.

"I wanted to be there in your service but your cousins, your whole family kicked me out. I..." Dean was looking everywhere, searching for Roman's voice, but there was no one there.

"You didn't try to go any more. You have not tried to go now that my family is not there watching", Roman's voice was accusing.

"Because I feel unworthy, because..." Dean's voice cracked.

"Because despite how much you denied it, how much you grew indignant every time I accused you of being unfaithful, my words were true and I found you in a motel room having sex with your lover".

Dean shook his head repeatedly in an automatic motion. He realized he was crying softly. He wanted to deny it, wanted so much to deny it.

But it was true, that night he was having sex with Seth in a cheap motel room. Another thunder rumbled in the night and Dean felt shivers all over his body.

"Forgive me!" Dean yelled, pulling his hair and looking where the voice came from, No one was there. Again.

"I was only unfaithful to you that night. It was just that night. I... I didn't think it through...I didn't know what I was doing...I don't know why I made such a stupid mistake..."

And Dean didn't know what to say more than that because no matter how hard he tried to justify himself, he couldn't. The Ohioan wanted so much to exculpate himself and to lighten the weight of his conscience. Maybe then his mind would stop making him hear the voice of a man who wasn't alive.

"Much less did you think I would take my life", Roman said bitterly. "It's what happens when you love someone in the stupid way I loved you. That you don't see a life without your loved one. That your heart and soul cannot swallow a betrayal. But, what would you know about stuff like that?"

That was when Dean snapped.

"Don't you dare!" Dean stood and looked at the curtain still swaying in the wind. "I loved you! I loved you madly. You were my whole life. I loved you so damn much that I died with you that night. What's left of me is an empty shell. I still love you! I'm going to love you forever!"

"That's why you open your legs for him in MY bed every fucking night".

"Seth is a good man! If I do something stupid, it would kill him too! I cannot ruin another life... a good person's life who fucking loves me!" Dean was screaming in despair.

"Seth is such a good person that he didn't hesitate to fuck you in a cheap motel room even though you were the boyfriend of his supposed best friend. Even knowing that I loved you with my heart and soul. Even knowing that your betrayal would kill me. Seth is trash and you're no better than him. You two are actually perfect for each other."

"I love you Roman, for God sake! I made a mistake and my conscience punishes me again and again, because I still love you!" Dean dropped down onto the floor, holding his head in his hands.

"You never loved me, you only feigned a feeling to obtain something in exchange. I was your way out of that shitty life that I saved you from. And it was something effective. Now you live here, in my apartment because I trusted you so much that I put you in the papers of all my belongings!" Roman's voice was getting closer and closer.

"I don't want your things. I will return everything to your family... when they talk to me", Dean hid his face on his knees.

"Aww do you want redemption, Deano?" Roman's voice sounded malicious. And so fucking close.

"Yes, but I know I don't deserve it". Dean didn't dare to look.

A very loud thunder rumbled and a lightning fell. The power went out. The house was dark now, there was very little light coming through the window.

"You deserve no redemption but an exemplary punishment. You and the traitor that was my so called fucking best friend both deserve exemplary punishment".

Dean flinched when a lightning lit the sky for a brief moment. The auburn-haired man dared to look up and felt every hair on his body prick up. Roman's towering figure was standing in front of him.

It was a brief moment, but enough for Dean to recognize him. Roman wore the same clothes from the last day he saw him alive. Jeans, tight gray t-shirt and boots. His hair was loose and as long as the last time he had ran his hands through the soft locks. His smile was now a smirk, but still beautiful and radiant.

However, his brown eyes were gray now. And dark. Oh so fucking dark.

Dean looked at him in shock. Roman was as beautiful as he remembered, perhaps even more because there was something magical, mysterious and forbidden in his whole being. And an air of evil and revenge surrounded him.

Dean still loved him madly, even after all his mistakes, Dean loved him with adoration.

The auburn-haired man crawled toward the shape of his ex-boyfriend.

"I deserve it, punish me!"

Dean clung to Roman's feet and to his surprise and horror, he could feel the solidity of the body of a man who should not be in this world.

Roman bent down and another lightning lit the night. Roman's gaze was smug, the Samoan smirked.

"You're going to pay for what you did, my love", Roman stroked Dean's hair. The way the Ohioan liked it so much. "But first, I'm going to destroy your lover".

Roman gripped Dean's hair tight, forcing the Ohioan to look into his eyes. The Samoan tilted his face, bringing his lips closer to those of his ex-boyfriend.

Dean was mesmerized. The Ohioan pushed himself against the lips of the man he loved so much, forcing a messy kiss. Roman tightened his grip on Dean's hair more, the Ohioan moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Dean could not believe it, Roman was here and his lips and kisses felt the same. They made him tremble and warmed his body like no one else had ever been able to. Roman introduced his tongue and Dean as always gave himself into the feeling.

The kiss was passionate, violent, and sensual.

Lips and tongues rubbing hard together as Dean moaned. How much he had missed this feeling... How much he wished to be with Roman like this, to beg for his forgiveness, to surrender to him. The kiss was messy and full of repressed emotions. Anger, resentment, passion and love.

And Dean felt it. He was like a thirsty man walking through a desert and Roman's mouth was an oasis of pure water. He wanted to drown himself in the emotions those lips made him feel. Roman's lips were still soft and inviting. But now, they were forbidden and lustful.

His entire body shivered in ecstasy. Only Roman could make him feel like this.

Roman tugged at Dean's hair, ending the kiss. Dean looked at Roman and his gray eyes shone... literally. He definitely was a creature from another world. A demon of seduction. Perhaps an incubus.

The smirk was still on Roman's face, the Samoan knew he had full control of Dean and could do to him whatever he wanted.

"My little unfaithful whore", Roman said bitterly. "Sit down and see how I destroy your small, fragile lie of a life".

At that moment, the demon of seduction seemed more that a demon of punishment. Dean knew that Roman's words were a prophecy and that nothing good would come out of them.

Dean knew he and Seth were going to pay dearly for their sins.

If you didn't notice it, I changed my username on this site, now I am moonlight-reigns, lol is still me but with other name.

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