A/N: So after a few weeks of research and fanfic-reading, I finally get to write the first chapter of this sequel. So….this is basically a few weeks after the events of 'Split' and we get to see more of Dean's alters. There are 3 named alters and two unnamed ones. Enjoy!~

DISCLAIMER: I do not own, or am affiliated with the WWE. I do not own the individual wrestlers mentioned in this story and I do not profit from this.

"So you're telling me that Ambrose has more than one….soul inside him?" Hunter asked, bewildered at what he was just told.

He and Seth were having a discussion about Dean in Hunter's office and Seth thought it was a good idea to just tell his boss straight on that Dean is more than one person. Seth needed to tell Hunter of it in case an incident happens again. Of course, the COO was perplexed by the news and looked at Seth like he was crazy.

The two-toned man released an exasperated sigh as he rubbed a hand at his face to refrain himself from punching the COO. They've gone over this for half an hour and Hunter still didn't get it and it was agitating Seth to no end.

"No, he's one person but his brain, like, needed to make different personalities to protect him. It made an identity that's stronger and can handle abuse thrown at him. I-It's hard to explain but I swear that's what I know."

Hunter nodded and tapped his fingers on his desk. "Alright, I'll take your word for it. But if an incident like this happens again, he is fired, alter or not."

"Thanks, Hunter."

"Uh…I think you should take him to a psychologist. Y'know, help him out with this….whatever this is."

Seth knew it was a good suggestion but Dean, or Jon, wouldn't approve of it. They didn't need help and Seth will be good as dead if he so much as drives them past a psychology clinic. But Hunter was already looking around his office for their company psychologist's business card before Rollins could protest.

"It's around here somewhere," The older man murmured as he went through his papers. "Ah, here it is. Set up an appointment with him and tell him I sent you."

He handed a small, plastic business card over to the champion. The card displaying the name, address and contact details of the psychologist and Seth knew that he had to hide it from Dean. He put the card in his pocket and thanked Hunter for his time before leaving. Roman was outside waiting for Seth and as soon as the younger wrestler exited the room, he perked up.

"Well, what did he say? Is Dean fired?" He asked nervously as he cracked his knuckles, ready to "negotiate" with Hunter if Dean was fired.

Seth shook his head and cautiously took the card out of his pants pocket. "He told me that I should take Dean to a psychologist but I'm not sure that that's a good idea."

"Why is it not a good idea?" The Samoan questioned, taking the card and looking at the details mentioned.

"It would be what's best for him. He can't keep working with another personality. What would happen if he switches in the middle of a match? We'll see an all-out death match in the ring, with an actual person's death."

Seth closed his eyes as he tugged at his hair in frustration. Everyone's always telling him what to do, what was best for Dean. They don't have a clue what Dean wanted, what he needed and what would hurt him. Seth has been with him longer than Roman has and in their time before WWE, he knew what made Dean tick and what would calm him down.

"I know, but just let me tell him about it," He requested, finally opening his brown eyes. "I wanna be sure that he wants to go. Just…don't tell him yet."

Roman nodded. "Make sure he goes, though. Or else, I'm gonna drag him to the clinic myself."

And with that, Roman went to Catering, possibly to get a snack or talk to Jimmy or Jey. Seth, on the other hand, went to Dean's locker room, wanting to break the news as soon as possible. When he reached the Lunatic Fringe's room, he heard Dean talking to himself. Seth pressed his ear against the wooden door, closely listening for anything of importance.

"Can't do this…Not fair…Escape…Hurting him…Trapped like this…Be a protector…..The Core….."

The phrases didn't make any sense when it's only a one-sided conversation but the half-blonde knew that Dean was arguing with Moxley. He was about to step away, thinking about coming back later, when he tripped over an empty plastic bottle, landing flat on his ass. The conversation inside stopped and Dean opened the door to see Seth rubbing at his backside as he stood up.

"Dude, you alright?" The blonde asked, offering a hand to help Seth up, which the younger man accepted.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Seth answered. "My ass hurts like hell, though."

"Don't be such a drama queen." Dean joked, pulling Seth into his locker room and closing the door. "What were you doing outside my locker room?"

Seth stiffened and stood there as Dean sat down on the bench, taking off his boots and changing into his sneakers.

"I…uh…was wondering," Seth took a deep breath before resuming. "Dean, do you want to…you know, get help?"

"Help?" Dean repeated, not looking up at the younger man as he laced up his shoes. "Help for what?"

"For your…condition. Dean, you have Dissociative Identity Disorder-"

Dean looked up at him, eyes burning with irritation. "You don't think I know that? I know that there's some things wrong with me. And I can deal with that, always have. And I don't need to sit for two hours at some guy's couch while he's asking me what happened when I was a kid."

"But this isn't something that you should keep. Dean, what if you and Moxley would switch in the ring? You and I both know that Mox is dangerous."

"Moxley is protecting us: He's protecting you, me and…..whatever! I don't need help!"

Dean pushed past Seth and reach for the doorknob but Seth grabbed him by the arm and held him back.

"Dean, please, for me. I can't let….I can't let Mox get me again. Dean, I am scared and I can't always be around to stop him. Please…"

Dean stood there for a moment, held back by Seth's arm and his words. He didn't mean for it to go that far. He knew that Moxley was dangerous and he knew he had to protect Seth. But what they don't understand is that Moxley wanted to protect Seth, too. He was envious of what Dean and Seth shared and he wanted it for himself.

"I said no," He answered firmly, yanking his arm from his lover's grasp. "And that's final."

He opened the door and left, leaving Seth alone and feeling defeated.

"Finally you did something right, shithead." Moxley's voice echoed in Dean's head as he walked to the Catering area. Dean tapped at his head, disguising it as a ruffle at his hair.

"Shut up, shut up." He grumbled under his breath as he grabbed a bottle of water from Summer Rae, who was busy talking to Alicia Fox to notice that her drink was being snatched.

"But the princess is right: What would you do if I took over one of your matches? Well, you're gonna get fired, that's for sure."

Dean gripped the bottle tightly as he took a sip of water. He often wondered why he was the 'mask' when he was calmer than Jon. Dean knew how to make better decisions. But Mox was indeed too dangerous for the entire world, only showing when the situation called for drastic measures.

"Your little boy toy's right: He should be scared of me, seeing as how I tore his ass apart three weeks ago."

Dean gritted his teeth. He remembered how Seth was bleeding afterwards and how he couldn't walk properly. "Shut the hell up."

"Gotta say, you have good taste in men, Deanie. Tyler's a much better fuck than any whore we ever slept with."

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Dean screamed, throwing the bottle at the wall, water splattering everywhere. Everyone in the catering area froze and stared at the Lunatic as he looked as if he was having a breakdown.

"Please, stop it! Stop calling him that! Stop it! STOP IT!"

Paige wanted to approach him, ask him if he was alright but decided against it. Instead, she ran to find Seth. She needed to find him. She bumped into him as she turned left somewhere.

"Oh, shit. Sorry, Paige." Seth apologized, bringing his headphones down to dangle from his neck.

The British woman waved him off. "No time for that. Something's wrong with Ambrose and-"

"What?" Seth wasted no time. He grabbed her wrist and ran straight ahead. "Where is he? What happened?"

"He's in catering," The woman answered, running faster to keep up with him. "I don't know what happened. He just started screaming and punching the wall. I thought you'd be the one who'd know how to calm him down."

Seth heard what he needed and they ran straight for the Catering area. Sure enough, Dean's was huddled in one corner, hugging his legs closer to his chest and arms resting on his knees, creating a wall that covered his eyes. He was shaking like a leaf and Seth could hear choked sobs coming from him.

AJ was a few steps in front of Dean, looking shocked and scared. She turned to see Seth and she said, "I-I tried to calm him down but he started to cry and…I was just trying to help."

Seth quickly ran over to Dean and knelt beside him, observing how the crying man tried to get away from him. He looked up at AJ and asked about what she said that made Dean react this way.

"I mentioned something about going back to Cincinnati. We're headed there on Smackdown this Thursday and he freaked out." AJ answered truthfully, shyly rubbing her arm to soothe herself somehow.

Seth turned his attention back to Dean, who started to mumble nonsense in between in sobs.

"Dean? Dean, talk to me. It's me. It's Seth." He reassured, cautiously placing a hand on Dean's shoulder. When his boyfriend didn't react, he held both of Dean's shoulders and shook him lightly.

"Dean, look at me, please. Please. Come on, look at me."

There were more and more people gathering around them to see what was going on and Paige took it upon herself to shoo the unwanted audience away.

"Alright, nothing to see here. Out, out with the lot of you, you gossipmongers." She continued until on she, AJ, Seth and Dean were left in the area. AJ was holding a water bottle and a towel in case Ambrose calmed down.

"Is he alright?" Paige asked, looking genuinely worried. She didn't know what was going on but she could tell that it was something major and that no one but Seth should approach the blonde.

Seth shook his head, running his fingers through Dean's hair to calm him down. "I don't know. He won't look at me. Dean? It's okay, we're here to help."

Finally, Dean shifted a bit and raised his head slowly, looking up at the three other wrestlers with wide blue eyes, which were now a nice sky blue in color. Seth had a feeling this was a different alter, Dean's eyes were a clear indicator between switching: Dean had blue-gray eyes and Moxley had a navy blue color in his eyes. But still, Seth didn't know this alter and he had a feeling that he needed to.

"Uh..is it just me or did his eyes change color?" AJ asked curiously, leaning down a bit to see better. "Because last time I checked, his eyes were darker than that."

Seth ignored her and took the bottle of water from her hands. "Dean? Are you okay?" He didn't know this alter's name but calling him 'Dean' was a safe bet. The two-toned man opened the bottle of water and handed it to the man in front of him.

'Dean' just looked at them, looking scared and confused. When his eyes drifted to the unknown half-blonde man, he somehow felt safe but he still didn't say anything.

"Can you tell us your name?" Paige asked, causing confusion in Seth and AJ. She looked at both of them and shrugged. "Aunt used to have DID. That's….what's with him, right?"

Seth nodded and turned his attention back to the scared man. "You can trust us. What's your name?"

A/N part 2: And there you have it, the first chapter of Tell me who You Are. Can you guys guess who this alter is? If not, I'll see you in the next chapter!~