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Note: This is for Raven who requested that Dean and Roman help Seth with a level nine migraine. I hope this is what you wanted.

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Dean and Roman were chilling out in their hotel room, watching a movie, when there was a knock on the door. Confused since their dinner had already been delivered, Dean got up and answered the door to find Joey Mercury standing outside.

"What the hell do you want?" Even though The Authority had been staying off his case after he'd helped Seth, he didn't trust any of them any further than he could throw Big Show.

"Seth's at a nine," Mercury said without fanfare. "We've tried to give him his shot but he won't let us anywhere near him."

Dean was already moving away, Seth at a nine was never fun and while Mercury and Noble were competent bodyguards, they didn't care enough about Seth as a person to really know how to deal with the headaches when they got that bad.

"What's up?" Roman asked, seeing Dean's face.

"Seth's at a nine," Dean said, pulling t-shirt on over his pajama pants.

Nothing more needed to be said, Roman was on his feet and pulling on his own shirt and turning off the TV. Seth at a nine meant all hands on deck.

The scene in Seth's room was heartbreaking. Seth had retreated into a corner of the room, and was banging his head against the wall, tears streaming down his face. Jamie was standing nearby, and judging by the mess, he and Mercury had been trying to administer Seth's shot when all hell broke loose.

Dean approached slowly before dropping to his knees and crawling over to Seth. He didn't say anything, words would only make this worse, he settled for sitting next to Seth and taking him into his arms.

Seth jolted at the touch, then he realized that he smelled plain soap and Suave vanilla shampoo. Dean. Dean would help him. Dean would make the pain stop, he always did, no matter how mean Seth was to him.

"C'mon, Seth, we need to get you back to bed so we can make you feel better," Dean said soothingly, moving away from the corner, bringing Seth along with him.

Jamie, Joey, and Kane watched in astonishment as 'unstable, sadistic' Dean Ambrose gently coaxed Seth out of the corner and half-carried him over to the bed, where Roman was waiting, Seth's emergency kit waiting on the bedside table where Dean could get it easily.

"Seth, I'm gonna give you to Roman, so I can get your shot prepped, okay?" At Seth's barely perceptible nod, he carefully transferred the smaller man to Roman's waiting arms, making sure the big man and Seth were settled before prepping the needle. "Okay, Seth, here we go. Just breathe for me, okay?" When Seth nodded, Dean slid the needle in, shushing the whimper Seth made.

As usual with level nine migraines, it took the medication a little more time to do its work, but Seth finally relaxed against Roman with a sigh of relief, "Thnk you."

Both Dean and Roman pressed barely there kisses to Seth's head before settling him in the bed and making sure he was warm; but before they could leave, Seth's hand reached out and grabbed Dean's wrist. "Dn't. Dn't leave me."

Dean and Roman shared a look, Seth often got clingy after his migraines, but they both balked at spending the night in enemy territory.

"We'll stay until he falls asleep," Dean mouthed to Roman, who nodded his agreement, before they both climbed into bed, one on either side of Seth.

Seth sighed happily as he felt his brothers around him, protecting him, like always.

Dean and Roman didn't make it back to their room, they dozed off within a couple of minutes of laying down. The morning would bring questions and embarrassment, but right now, all three men took tired comfort in each other. Tonight, they were brothers, they could go back to being enemies in the morning.

The End

I'm thinking of doing a similar story for Dean with Seth and Roman as caretakers. Any suggestions of what you want to see?