A/N: I highly suggest listening to Would It Matter by Skillet while reading this. These are drabbles of various characters.
This one is Dean Ambrose and Amazing Red. The Alex mentioned is Alex Shelley. I don't own these men obviously.
The words echoed in his head, another argument had happened. Red was growing tired of it. All he wanted was his relationship to be sweet, kind, special with Dean. Not fighting all the time. But alas, that wasn't something that would happen.
They had fought over something; Red wasn't even sure what it was that they had fought over. He just knew Dean had stormed off to get drunk somewhere, and Red had found himself on the roof. The roof. He was used to that place. He had climbed on many a roof in his life, his intentions always clear. As he stared out at the city below him, wishing he was in his home city instead of some foreign country, his mind reverted back to the first time he had ever climbed on a roof.
The tears stained his cheeks as he climbed onto the roof, the wind blowing hard around him, piercing his skin as he looked around. The bright lights of various happy homes and businesses shined below him as he crept to the edge, looking down. His breath hitched in his throat, the cars whizzing past made him dizzy.
He stepped back once more, turning his attention back to the fire escape he had climbed up. He could hear it creaking, someone was coming up. Or at least that's what he thought. He walked over to the fire escape, glancing down into the dark. No one was coming.
He began to panic, panting as he tried to catch his breath. No one cared. His apartment was full of folks, a party he had just left after arguing with Alex. No one cared. No one was going to come after him; no one was coming to stop him. He shook his head, climbing over to the edge once more. He peered down as he swallowed hard.
This was it. He was going to do it. He knew it.
"Don't do it, you do it and I'm gone."
The words pierced through his mind as he jumped, turning around and spotting Dean standing there near the very steps he had climbed up. Red shook in the wind as he watched the man he loved step closer to him, wrapping his hands around his wrists. He glanced down at the hands then up at him, staring into his eyes.
"Don't do it Reddy," he said softly, pulling Red from the edge.
Red shivered, tears pouring down his face. Rain began to fall as he scooted into Dean's arms, sitting on the roof with him in the cold rain, not even caring. He had someone that cared now. He cares.