Dean paced through his hotel room. Every now and then, he glanced over to the empty bed that apparently won't be used. Ever. He took in a deep, sharp breath and then groaned. No matter how hard he tried to understand, he just couldn't. It didn't make sense. Everything was fine. Perfect, actually. And then she just left, saying she just couldn't do this anymore. She couldn't be with him any longer. He didn't know where it was coming from.

Dean abruptly stopped pacing and punched the nearest wall over and over again. He hit the wall again and again, letting all his frustration, anger and sadness out. After punching the wall for what seemed the 20th time, he heard a knock at the door, ever so softly. He immediately stopped his own little anger management and walked towards the door. His hopes were high: she might've come back. He didn't want to look desperate, yet couldn't help it. He eagerly opened the door, his eyes showing his mixed feelings all in one, hope being the strongest of them.

As he saw the person standing outside the door, his eyes darkened and glowed dangerously. Venom was dripping from every single word he said when he spoke up. ''What do you want? I'm in a bit of a mood.''

''Yeah, I figured that much...Can I come in or am I interrupting your little work-out-session with the wall? There's another room behind that wall, you know?! My room.'' Seth knew he probably shouldn't snap at him, seeing how upset Dean was right now. But in contrast to many other people, Seth knew how Dean's moods were to be dealt with. And right now, he needed to get his things straight. ''You should probably clean up your hand, otherwise it will get infected or something'', he added, trying to break the tension between the two of them. Dean looked down at his hand while letting Seth in his room. He didn't even realize that he busted it open during his punching. Blood was spilling over his knuckles, little drops forming at the edge if his little finger. Yeah, he definitely should get cleaned up.

When he came out of the bathroom and sloppily tried to put a bandage around his hand, he saw Seth sitting on the bed he kept staring at just minutes ago, patiently waiting for him to finish. Seth was eyeing him, about to say something but deciding not to say it. He waited for Dean to tell him what was wrong although he already knew what it was. He knew it the moment he waked into the room. Jess wasn't here. Neither were any of her things. Something bad must've happened between her and Dean, something really bad. He felt bad for his tone earlier on now.

Dean set across from his friend on a chair putting his elbows on his legs and his hands to his chin, his eyes glued on the floor. He was trying to calm himself, he was trying to not be angry anymore. And it kind of worked.

They sat like this for several minutes until Dean finally broke the silence between them. ''She's gone.'' Just saying these words, speaking them out loud, almost killed him. He's been through some tough shit in his life but he never got the feeling that it might quite kill him. This woman, however, had put her curse on him which he always enjoyed. Until now.

''Where did she go?'' Seth's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Dean moved his focus from the floor up to Seth's face. The concern was apparent on it. ''Away...Home, I guess. I didn't ask.''

''Dean, what happened?'' Seth softly asked, wanting his friend to open up to him.

Dean's eyes moved away from Seth back to the floor again. ''I don't know. Really. She just left me. For good. Said she couldn't do this any longer. Said she realized she didn't love me. Then she was gone.'' He sighed heavily. He was so close to crying. But he couldn't. Not in front of Seth. Not in front of anyone, so to speak. He didn't build up his reputation of being a total badass with no feelings whatsoever just to break it down right now. He put his right hands over his eyes and started rubbing them.

Seth didn't know what to say or how to react to this. Something MUST have happened. Jess wasn't the type of person to walk out on Dean. Not after everything the two of them have been through. He stood up and slowly moved towards the picture of misery that was Dean Ambrose in front of him. But before he could do or say anything, Dean swiftly stood up and spoke again. ''I'm sorry but I need to be alone right now. I need to sort things out, get my head straight, you know. I hope you don't mind...I appreciate your concern, but I don't really need it.''

There he was again, the arrogant Dean. Seth shook his head in disappointment, just for a second, before he gave Dean a weak smile and walked to the door. Before leaving he turned around and said: ''If you need help. ANY kind of help. Let me know. I know you think you don't need anybody, but when you feel like talking, I'm here. Okay?''

Dean didn't answer or even look at him, just nodded his head. Seth then left him alone again.

Dean just stood there, completely lost in the rather small hotel room in a city he didn't even want to be. Then again, it didn't matter where he was right now, it would suck anywhere. He collapsed on his bed, closing his eyes, thinking about what had happened in this very room just two hours ago...