Dean looked over at his watch. It was already 12 pm. They were running late, of course they were. The cake tasting was in about 5 minutes and the place was at least 20 blocks away still. He felt a hand hold onto his, and he smiled, looking at the woman he was going to marry. "We'll get there. I swear sometimes you're more worried about the wedding than i am." She smiled at him, her thin lips were stained with red lipstick, her smile could light up the entire room and as of right now it lit up the car they were in. Her blonde hair, now short was in nice tight curls that fell just under the jaw. She was gorgeous, Dean smiled thinking about how lucky he was. He felt her kiss his cheek. "So lucky." he said to himself.

"I'm not worried, just you know i don't like being late." Dean twisted his watch again and the car came to an unceremonious stop. He let her get out first, then he followed of course, his suit riding a bit up his junk area, goddamn he hated suits, but he had to wear them, he was a business man now, at his fiancee's father's firm no less. That still didn't mean he liked wearing these goddamn ball restricting suits.

As soon as they entered the cake shop it seemed like the people had been waiting a long time. Dean told them that traffic apparently hates him and of course she agreed. It was right down to the cake tasting now, they had five to seven flavors to choose from, Dean liked the raspberry with the buttercream frosting, but she, she liked chocolate with the purple pipings of flowers around it. Dean didn't like that one, but she gave him a certain look and he knew.. he wasn't going to win this round.

"Chocolate it is." Dean mumbled, "Even though it's the wrong choice." She glared at him, and he put his hands up in a joking manner. They shared a sweet peck on the lips, scented with cake and champagne before she got a phone call.

"It's dad. I'll be right back." She kissed him again, then walked out to take her phone call. Dean watched her outside the window, talking to her dad on the phone. He sat against the couch, tapping it while making little drum noises. His blue eyes began to scan the room, it looked nice, for a cake shop. It was small, but cute. He looked on the wall and saw a tribal sign, It sorta reminded him of something. No.. Not something, someone. But he hasn't thought of him in many years.

He tried to ignore it, looking back to see if she was almost done with her phone call, the answer looked like a no, but he couldn't really tell. He clenched his jaw, and took an extra helping of the cake he wanted, knowing that he wasn't going to get a chance to eat it after this.

"You like that one i see. I sorta knew you would." A voice said to him, a familiar voice at that. It was still soulful, still deep and brooding. But he couldn't look up. He didn't want too. If he did, he would realize who it was, that it was him, that this wasn't a fantasy. Against his better judgment, he looked up and saw him towering over him, the cakes and the couch. His hair pulled back in a tight bun, his big arms out in his sleeveless blue shirt. A full body apron as well. Flour covered, but somehow he still managed to look absolutely hot.

"Yeah man it umm… It tastes good." Dean looked him right in the eye, he could feel his heart pumping, he shouldn't look this good after so many years. He shouldn't look so... incredibly hot. Weren't exes supposed to like fall off the planet once you broke up with them or something?

"So are you just gonna pretend like you don't know me?" The voice said, and Dean opened his mouth to say something but closed it again. What could he say? Oh hey Roman, yeah i remember you. I remember us too. How we used to live together, and have crazy sex. How i broke your heart? Fuck did he know anyway.

"Hey, Ro." is all Dean said back, he didn't really have another response. His entire body was involuntarily responding to the man above him, by the subtle licking of his lips and how his blue eyes scanned him up and down. Big arms encased with muscle, a tattoo that now went all the way down to his wrist. He had obviously leaned out a bit, probably now had well defined abs under that apron that Dean was just begging to see. And the hair, oh god his hair got so long now. The mane of a true thoroughbred, in a perfectly done man bun. Goddamn. How did this man manage to get hotter was the question Dean was now asking himself.

"Hey Dean. It's uhh.. It's been along time."

"Three years." Dean says it like he was trying to remind him. He couldn't remember the last time he saw him, oh right. It was in their apartment. Roman told Dean that he was ready for more, a full commitment to each other. Dean being a different person in that time, couldn't commit, especially to a fucking guy. It wasn't supposed to be that complicated. He gave Roman everything, why did he always have to want more?

"Yeah." Roman said back then he looked out the window, seeing the blonde finishing up her phone call. "She's gorgeous. Congrats man." Roman smiled at him, in his smile Dean could see a certain sadness, he could tell that he was the reason behind the sadness in Roman's eyes. Even after all these years, he could read Roman's body language like a goddamn novel. He still knew him, he knew that Roman wasn't 100% happy that he was marrying someone else. Someone that wasn't him.

Right?

"Thanks dude." Dean said, trying to keep things light between them. Damn Roman for being so emotional. Dean could pratically read his face as Roman nodded in response to him trying to act like they were just bros or something.

"So it looks like you can commit to someone, huh?" Roman's snarky comment immediately lit Dean a flame. Did he really just make a joke about his past issues? Fuck him. That asshole.

Roman started taking the plates away, but Dean grabbed onto one of his wrists hard, forcing gray eyes to look back at him. "It wasn't like that, Ro. It was never like that. I just… fuck you wanted everything, all at once and we were happy, super fucking happy already, why couldn't we just slow down? Why couldn't we just stay how we were?" his voice was barely above a whisper, he couldn't talk higher than that, or everyone would hear. Not that this was the right place or time to say these things but damn after three years, Dean held a lot of regrets.

"We were happy?" Roman laughed sarcastically, "You couldn't even tell me you loved me, Dean. Not once did you say you loved me." Roman whispered back, pushing Dean's hand away and picking up empty plates. "But i bet you tell her all the damn time. Right?"

Dean didn't reply to that.

'I could feel it you know? I could feel that you loved me Dean-"

"Jesus fuck, Ro.." Dean looked back at his fiancee walking in. "I did. Okay?"

"Then say it." Roman challenged him as they both stood up tall and proud. He challenged him to say that he used to love him. He challenged him to say it out loud.

"I…" Dean couldn't say it. How could he ever admit it? How could he ever admit that he did love this man. That those feelings never really went away? That he still thought of him often, his kisses, their playful moments, Roman's love. How could he ever admit that he still loved him?

"Thought so." Roman said back, giving Dean a glare as she walked back in. She noticed Dean staring at Roman as he started to walk away, she was confused by what was going on.

"Hey, are you alright?" She asked, rubbing his shoulder softly.

Dean huffed, his eyes still on Roman as he walked out of the cake shop towards the kitchen. Things were tense, she could feel it, and so could he. His heart pounded for Roman to come back, for them to settle this once and for all. Maybe even have a goodbye kiss, or an i missed you kiss, or a goodbye fuck, good luck on your wedding blow job, followed by i still miss you love making. Anything but this feeling he was feeling now. Three years his heart mourned the loss of their relationship. No matter who he was with or what he was doing,

His heart stayed with Roman.

Fuck.

"I'm fine." Dean lied as he took her hand and walked out of Roman's cake shop to the car.

A/N: So are you guys ready for another ambreigns fic? This was one of my prompts i wrote on tumblr after a conversation i was having with my bae Slivie and after i posted the one shot i felt like there was way more to this story to tell! So now it's multi-chapter. I already had a lot written for it and based on the response i get for this I'll post as soon as possible. It's definitely sadder than Once, has lots more angst too. If you didn't pick it up already Roman's a chef and Dean's a company man. I can't decide on whether i want Renee or Summer as Dean's fiancee so you guys can please decide for me? I don't mind either of them.

Anyway i hope you took the time out to read and review and hopefully i get to share another journey with you guys.