To say Seth was annoyed was an understatement. He wasn't angry either. Somewhere in between annoyed and angry. He had no word for how he was feeling. Hurt was a good word too. Hurt because of what Dean was doing. This wasn't on Paola at all. She was just another pawn to Dean and most likely she saw Dean the same way too. They weren't dating. They were just fucking. Currently in the hotel room next to Seth's and all the noises traveled through the wall.
"Keep it down!" He slammed his hand on the wall. "Some of us are actually trying to sleep!"
"Sorry, bro!" Dean shouted back.
Seth waited for Paola to shout something too or maybe even laugh but nothing came. She had gone dead quiet. Dean grunted a few more times and then the noises stopped. Clearly they were done for the night.
"Finally," Seth grumbled.
He rolled over on his side, ready to get some sleep. He never got around to it. A few minutes later knocking sounded on his door. He already knew who it was before getting out of bed. He walked over and opened. A grinning Dean walked into his room without an invitation.
"She is good!" Dean laughed.
"Is that all you came here to tell me?" Seth asked annoyed.
"Oh, Sethie boy," Dean laughed.
Dean grabbed Seth's chin and shook it. Seth moved out of Dean's grip and gave him a look of annoyance.
"You're so cute when you're jealous," Dean said.
There was no point in denying that. Dean knew Seth had feelings for Paola long before he started jumping into bed with the bronze brunette with the dark green eyes.
"Since you're clearly here to tell me all about it, let me ask you why," Seth said.
"Why what?" Dean asked.
"Why her? Why now? Just fucking why, Dean? You knew how I felt about her," Seth said.
"Correction. Feel. I know how you feel about her. Your feelings aren't in the past," Dean grinned. "And that's exactly why I did it. You're always getting handed everything in this company while I have to scratch and claw for my spots. You think you're entitled to everything but you didn't have the guts to go for her. You kept waiting for the right moment and failed to see someone outplaying you. I win this round."
Seth couldn't believe it. All this time Dean had been jealous.
"You know I don't get to decide the spots. I didn't ask them to put me on top," Seth said.
"Doesn't matter," Dean shrugged. "I won her."
"You don't care about her," Seth said.
"But the sex is divine. Now that she's gotten a taste of my dick, nothing you can do to her will ever feel as good," Dean grinned. "And even if you went to tell her now, guess what reputation she would get backstage. Everyone loves giving out the slut stamp."
"Get the fuck out of my room!" Seth growled.
Dean gave Seth one of his classic, big smiles that most people seemed to love. Seth didn't love those smiles. Not anymore. He opened the door and stared at Dean. Dean kept the smile on his face as he exited Seth's room and went back to his own.