"Yes... Yes. I understand. Thank you for your time, ma'am." Seth sighed before hunging up.

"Another no go?" Dean asked from where he was on the floor packing.

"Yeah, they really liked us in the interview but then I told them we travel alot and it's like we got the plague."

"I don't know whats worse, getting turned down because we're gay or getting our hopes up then getting turned down for something just as mundane." Dean growled throwing a shoe into the suitcase.

"Calm down, Sweety." Seth stood and sat beside him. "Lots of Superstars and Divas have their kids with them on the road, I'm sure someone will let us play house every now and then."

"Yeah but I'm pretty sure Orton is sick of us being in his lockeroom just to play peek-a-boo with Alanna." The blonde smirked.

"Come on," Roman called from the living area, he had been sitting silently for awhile but that was normal for him. "Let's go for a walk. I gotta clear my head and so do you guys."

"It's gonna rain soon," Dean stated annoyed but still stood to follow the larger man.

"It's summer, we'll be fine." Roman grunted, Seth giggled and pinched the cheeks of his boyfriends as he walked by.

"Maybe we could hire a surrogate." The smaller man suggested after awhile of walking, the air was heavy a storm no doubt approaching.

"I guess," Dean sighed. "But I'd really rather adopt."

"Why?" Seth asked, eyes wide.

"Dean has a hero-daddy complex." Roman snorted. "He wants to rescue a child from a dark terrible past."

"Oh like you don't want a little girl to spoil? You both are just as bad as me." Dean huffed, give both his lovers a glare.

"Let's just stop talking about it." Seth smiled grasping his irate lover's hand. "Try to get our minds off of it."

They continued walking, not minding the as sky got darker and darker, the feeling of heavy air giving a suffocating comfort. The walk was taking them past three story apartment buildings, homes that were falling apart with age and neglect. It was getting harder to breathe as a clap of thunder echoed amongst the concrete jungle.

Seth was the first to hear it, a high pitched screech, followed by shattering glass and another scream. Dean reacted first, running towards the sound manuevering between buildings and alley-ways with ease. The building was dark red and falling apart, bricks missing and windows cracked, another scream and they pounded on the door.

"Hey! Hey! Are you okay in there!?" Roman yelled, fist almost splintering the wood door. "Hey!"

The screaming stop, Dean's blood ran cold, the house was quiet. Seth pressed his ear to the door, he could hear stomping deeper within the house, he grabbed his phone, stepping back to make the call. Dean started moving around to the alley beside the house, a bad feeling in his stomach. A gun fired, all three men flinched, ducking behind a car on the street. Roman was shouting directions into the phone Seth was paralyzed, but Dean went back to the alley way, a window opened on the second floor and he skidded around the corner.

A whimper made him peer around and he saw a little girl half hanging out the window, he held his breath, she cried once and he saw a pair of hands shove her. A scream ripped from his throat, he charged, the ground was slick -when did it start raining?- and he skidded, tackling the girl's limp body. He could hear Roman's yell behind him, he twisted in the air so he didn't land on the child, instead slamming his shoulder into the cement, bashing his head.

"Dean!" Seth ran over to him, tears in his eyes Roman on his heels. But the Shield leader didn't hear them or the sirens of the approaching police cars, his eyes locked on the scared brown ones of the child in his arms. She couldn't be older than eight or nine, her face pale underneath a layer of dirt, brown hair messy with knots. Despite her dirty appearance she was undoubtably beautiful, and he loved her, the pain in his head and shoulder meant nothing.

The police arrived and made them move away from the house, Dean refusing to let the girl out of his arms and she didn't seem to eager to leave. She was shivering an mostly unresponsive, only reacting when Seth brushed the back of his hand against her cheek, blinking at him with large eyes. Roman noted that her face a gaunt and her body scrawny, even for a child, they stood under an awning to avoid the warm summer rains.

A petite blonde social worker had tried several times to draw answers and conversation out of the tiny child, who promptly ignored her and instead stared at Roman, never saying a word. Eventually the woman left and a police officer took her place, asking the three men questions about what they were doing when the screaming started and other matters. That's when they heard yelling from the house, the police dragging a man out.

He was henous just to look at, fat and shirt-less exposing his hairy chest, Seth was sure if he came any closer her would smell him. The man was covered in blood but didn't seem injured, he was screaming insults and degrading things at the officers, when he noticed the three men and the child. The girl in Dean's arms began whimpering and dry sobbing, pushing her face into his chest, shaking.

"Sarah! You little bitch! I hope you rot ya little shit!" The fat man shrieked. "I hope your mother haunts you tonight! Little -" He was cut of by Roman.

"Shut up! Fat ugly shit like you! I've killed cockroaches with more worth than you piece of scum!" He roared, officers begining to get nervous and he started to advance, a sound to his side stopped him. The little girl, Sarah, was giggling in Dean's hold, no longer hiding from the blood covered man across the street. A smile spread across her face as she clapped her hands alittle in delight.

Roman grinned at the child and gave the others a chuckle, reaching out to pat her on the cheek gently, she gabbed his hand and held his pinkie in one tiny hand. Officers, no confident the Samoan would no longer be a problem, put the disgusting man in the back of the cop car. The female officer that put him there walked over to them, smirking at the still smiling Sarah.

"Yeah Sweety I got a kick out of Mr. Bad Ass's temper tantrum too." She winked at Roman who flushed with embarassment. "Glad you shut him up, Police aren't allowed to damage suspects."

"Can you tell us what happened, Ma'am?" Dean asked with a grunt, Sarah had shifted to get more comfortable in his arms, accidentally nudging him in the injured shoulder.

"Well that man, Edwin Grilski, isn't her father-thankfully- but her mother's umm Ex-Boyfriend." She paused to look at Sarah, who seemed out of it, reaching for Seth's hair. "Janet Argon, Sarah's mother, broke up with him yesterday and he still had the house key." Dean cut her off with a sick face.

"I don't like where this is going."

"Nope," She smiled sadly and he had to wonder if she was a fan. "Well when Janet dumped him the reason she gave was 'You're not the kind of man I want around my daughter' a direct quote from the break up text on her phone. Anyways he works it out in his head that Sarah was the problem and he had -I assume- come over with the intentions of 'ridding' the problem, I think perhaps the mother jumped in front and protected her, started screeching her head off and when you guys started knocking that's whenhe shot her."

Sarah had at that time tuned back into the conversation, whimpering when the officer finished with the hypothesized. She nodded her head in agreement and the adults took that as a comfirmation of what happened. Seth made a sad face and cooed to the child. "Aww poor thing, come here." He reached out to hold her, she was alittle reluctant to leave the comfort of Dean's arms but didn't struggle, the moment Seth stood still she began combing her fingers through his hair.

"Umm Excuse me, Officer Turner?" The social worker was back, timidly tapping on the officer's shoulder. "I just made a call and I don't think there will be enough room at the foster home tonight, do you think someone can stay with her at the station?" The officer didn't get to respond.

"You're taking her to jail?" Roman yelled and everyone flinched, even Sarah.

"No just put her in the interview room see if we can't talk to her, get her some warm clothes." Turner explained but that didn't really sit well with the men either.

"We'll take her in." Dean growled and Sarah smiled, snuggling deeper into Seth's arms.