Notes: Based on song "DNA" by Lia Marie Johnson.

*Past*

Dark as midnight
Six pack Coors Light
You don't look the same

She came tumbling in, skirt raised up, hair and makeup a mess, smelling of alcohol. With another man, running his large hands down her thighs as she giggled.

Past my bedtime
Blue and red lights
Come take you away

A 7 year old Dean gasped as he heard sirens, then loud banging on the door.

The strange mans eyes widened and he ran inside, luckily he didn't see Dean.

But she hadn't even noticed the man leave, probably because she was completely out of it due to the booze. "Jeez, I'm coming, I'm coming." She shuffled to the door in her cheap red heels.

2 officers ran through the door. "Put your hands where I can see them!" One of them barked at her.

She giggled and raised her hands up, "Aw papi, I know where you want my hands." She slurred.

A female cop went behind her, putting her arms behind her back and cuffing them together.

"Alcohol?"

"Yeah, as I suspected. She was driving like a maniac. DUI."

The two police officers conversed, then proceeded to read the drunk woman her rights before leading her out.

Dean ran, tears blurring his eyes as he tugged at the police officers pants. "Mister that's my mommy, where are you taking my mommy?" The child sniffled as he watched his mother being pushed into a cop car.

Hate to see you like a monster
So I run and hide
Hate to ask but what's it like to leave me behind

*Present*

Dean took a sip of his 6th drink of the night. If he wasn't drunk already, he was now. He looked around the room, all his "friends" were up and dancing, some were sitting on the couch of whoevers house they were in. He noticed a guy who had been staring at him ever since he got here, winking at him and licking his lips. And now that Dean was drunk, he could make a move because without alcohol Dean isn't nearly half as confident as he plays out to be. But no one ever knew that, and no one ever will.

He stood up and marched over to the guy, then immediately went to work on the larger man. Straddling his hips, making out with the man.

Dean heard whistles and claps around him but continued making out with the man. He felt the guy grabbing his ass and pushing him closer. He felt a little uncomfortable, felt like her.

He ignored the feeling.

They got up and went into a room.

First guy of the night.

….

2 hours later, 3 guys later.

Dean licked his lips, a couple of other guys had come in already. The night was barely ending and Dean knew he shouldn't but he needed to take someone home didn't he? He was young, sleeping around wasn't a terrible thing. It's not like he would end up like her. Dean shook his head, trying to get those thoughts out of his head. He would never end up like her.

Dean strolled past the corridor, a couple of guys were hanging around that area. Almost lined up, one by one. For Dean to pick and choose which guy he would allow into his bed to fuck him then leave him. It was a sick game he played.

A tall guy, large build, long hair. Dean smiled at him, and he smiled back. That was enough confirmation for Dean, he pulled the guys shirt and led him into the kitchen. Just like usual, the guy went along with it, slamming the dirty blonde against a wall, locking their lips together. Dean smiled as he felt the strangers breath on his lips. The man ran his hands down Deans thighs and Dean giggled.

That giggle was much too familiar to Dean, he sounded just like her. But no matter how it seemed, he wouldn't be like her, he refused to believe he had anything in common with her.

He continued making out with the stranger.

I won't be, no I won't be like you
Fighting back, I'm fighting back the truth
Eyes like yours can't look away
But you can't stop DNA
No, you can't stop DNA

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I heard Ambrose fucked 5 guys in one night.

Dean Ambrose gives a new definition to the word slut.

I'd be surprised if anyone hasn't had sex with him.

Well what do you expect with an ass like that?

Rumors. Well maybe not rumors. They were true.

People had found out about Deans night a few weeks when he slept with 5 guys, including the man Dean is currently with, Seth Rollins. It hadn't been the first time Dean had sex with multiple guys on one night, not even the second or third. This time was different though, multiple people had found out about it, messaging, calling him a slut, thot, whore. Pretty much anything offensive.

Usually Dean didn't give a shit what people thought of him but this time it really stuck and he didn't know why. He felt hurt, betrayed, confused all at the same time. He knew who was to blame.

And seemingly in perfect timing, the door bell rang.

Dean opened the door and walked back inside, he already knew who it was.

"Hey babe." Seth walked in, noticing Dean with his back turned to him. He placed a hand on Deans shoulder to turn him around gently. The look he saw on Deans face was something he knew he would never get out of his head.

"How could you?!" Dean screamed, eyes filled with tears and betrayal.

"What?" Seth was beyond confused and it showed on his face, he went to cup Deans face.

The dirty blonde pushed Seth away. "I thought you actually liked me! And you go around telling everyone I'm a slut!" It was no secret Dean slept around but for everyone to find out he slept with multiple guys on one night was embarrassing even to him.

"Baby no, I-I never said that." Seth tried.

"Oh really?! Who the fuck else would say that? You're the only one I told!" Dean screamed and shoved Seth. A late night full of sex and confessions led to Dean spilling to Seth that he had slept with 4 other guys before he had sex with him the night they met. "I trusted you!" Dean shoved the two toned man again and he could tell Seth was getting impatient.

This time Seth wasn't having it, he put his hands on Deans neck, shaking him. It was an attempt to calm him down. "Enough Ambrose! Stop it! Stop!"

Tears streamed down Deans face as he looked up at Seth. He felt just like her. Nothing more than a mess, a complete mess.

Seth leaned down, "Relax, babe." He whispered. His lips brushed against Deans. The dirty blonde refused to kiss back, shaking his head and shoving Seth away.

Now that was the final straw for Seth, he'd been patient enough. The two toned man pushed Dean. Hard. Deans back hit the wall, causing him to lose balance and fall to the ground.

This situation seemed so familiar yet unusual to him. It was almost as if he had experienced this very moment from a different point of view.

Flashbacks of her crowded his mind. Her tumbling home smelling of alcohol. Her bringing multiple men home. Her fighting, screaming, hitting her boyfriends. Her crying, apologizing to him.

He was her.

Dean looked up at Seth. He shook his head and ran inside to his bedroom.

Are the pieces of you
In the pieces of me?
I'm just so scared
You're who I'll be
When I erupt
Just like you do
They look at me
Like I look at you

Dean looked into the mirror. His baby blue eyes a tear stained mess, his dirty blonde curly hair a mess. His lips red sore from being constantly bitten. It was always a nervous habit he's had since he was a child, learned it from her.

He looked just like her.

He would talk like her. Laugh like her. Smile like her. Get drunk like her. Sleep around like her. Get sad like her. Get angry like her. Erupt like her. Cry like her.

Make up excuses like her. Something he did on a daily basis, like 'I only go out with others to find the one.' Something she constantly would say. And he never understood it until now because what she said, is what he says. What she felt is what he feels. Perhaps the picture he's painted of her in his head being a bad person who has hurt, left and betrayed him, isn't what he thought it was after all. She was just trying to find someone to not be alone and to love her just like what Dean has been doing. He doesn't want to be lonely, he just wants to be loved.

All she ever wanted was love.

All he wants is love.

Dean began breathing heavily as he looked at himself through the mirror. But she doesn't have anyone now, he still doesn't have anyone. She is all alone now, does that mean he'll be alone?

Toxic thoughts crowded Deans mind and before he knew it, the mirror was shattering under his bundled up fist. He slid his dresser until his bottom hit the ground. He pulled his knees up to his chest, crying into himself.

"Dean?" Seth kneeled down to Dean, touching his shoulder gently.

Dean sobbed quietly, shaking his head. "No, leave."

"Cmon Ambrose, don't be like this."

"Leave!" Dean screamed. He sounded just like her. "Leave me alone!"

Seth shook his head, getting up and slamming the door on his way out.

Dean tucked a stray hair behind his ear, as another tear forced its way down his cheek.

Pushed everyone away just like her.

Dean didn't know what he was doing or why he was doing it, he found himself shaking, struggling as he grabbed his cell phone.

Hated himself like this. Scared and Desperate.

Desperate just like her.

I won't be, no I won't be like you
Fighting back, I'm fighting back the truth
Eyes like yours can't look away
But you can't stop DNA
No, you can't stop DNA

Ring, Ring, Ring

"Hello?"

"M-Mommy?"