Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.
Note: So, just so everyone knows, this is a part time project kinda thing. Most of my writing time is spent focused on "Casualty Of Love". This will update pretty sporadically, maybe once a week (if I'm lucky). But I did want to say thank you for all the views, reviews, faves, and follows! I had NO idea that it would be so popular or liked as much as it is! I hope you enjoy this chapter loves! See you at the bottom! -JJ
Chapter 2
Seth slammed his bag down onto his bed, his dark eyes looking back over at the slightly bigger male that was pulling his shirt off. "You should go apologize," he stated, crossing his hands over his chest, the warm metal of his own necklace resting hotly against him. "You said some real shit."
Dean looked over at Seth, looking from one brown orb to the other, almost laughing. "I'm not going to apologize to him," he growled, sitting down at the foot of the bed and pulled his shoes off. "Look, it's about time he heard the truth anyway."
Seth's jaw tightened, the dark look on his face only intensifying. "Really?" he asked, voice near deadly. "You're going to throw this entire friendship away because he's getting a push and you aren't?"
"It's not about the fucking push Seth," Dean groaned, laying back on his bed, sighing in comfort, he was sore and tired. "It's about everything in general. He gets a pass for everything, it's fucking annoying."
Seth shook his head, looking down at his luggage. "Still, what you said was harsh, and he didn't deserve that," he murmured, hands tightening around the top of his bag, finally sliding the zipper open. "You really hurt his feelings Dean, when has he ever rode with someone else?"
Dean narrowed his eyes, looking over at the two toned man. "What are you, his boyfriend now?" he asked, shaking his head. "No matter what I say, you're going to defend him right? Oh, Big Bad Dean's acting like an ass again, might as well make him feel like an even bigger asshole than he already is." He was mocking Seth.
Seth felt his hands shake in anger. "I'm not defending him," he retorted, jaw tight around the words. "I'm only telling you like it is. You did this Dean, you can twist it however you want but you're the one in the wrong here."
"Oh whatever," Dean growled, turning to his side so his back faced Seth. "I'm catching a quick nap before we have to head out."
"Give me Roman's necklace," Seth said after a moment, walking over and standing in Dean's line of sight. He watched those piercing blue eyes crack open and glare at him. "I'm not kidding Dean, give me the fucking necklace."
Dean rolled his eyes, reaching into his pocket and digging out the dogtags. He felt their weight in his hand, a sudden, heavy burden resting in the base of his heart. "Fine, fucking take 'em" he muttered, tossing them at the two toned man. "Go kiss his ass, I know that's what you're going to do."
Seth didn't bother giving Dean a response as he turned and headed towards the door. "Just because you have problems with him right now, doesn't mean I do. I'm not going to lose one of my best friends because you want to be an ass." With that he left the room, setting off to talk to the third member of The Shield.
"You act like he didn't throw you out too," Dean muttered, rolling his eyes as he turned to his back, his narrowed eyes focused on the ceiling.
Seth could see the shock in Roman's face as the door opened. "Take this," he said, holding out the metal necklace, dark eyes focused on narrowing grey ones.
"Why would I want it?" Roman asked, resting one hand on his hip, the other tightening on the edge of the door. He didn't want to see Seth or Dean, he just wanted to get some sleep and deal with them in the morning.
"Because we're still friends, even if Dean's being an ass, that doesn't mean we can't fix it," Seth explained, looking from one dark grey eye to the other. "I know Dean said some pretty shitty things and…."
"And you didn't?" Roman interrupted, glare once again in place. He could see the surprise fill chocolate eyes as he turned his back to the smaller male. "Look, I'm tired and I don't have the patience for this tonight."
Seth took a step forward, catching the closing door. He closed the door behind him, watching as the Samoan walked back over to the window. "Roman," he breathed, leaning heavily against the door. "Look man, I'm sorry."
Roman looked back at Seth, shaking his head. "Sorry? Yeah, I am too," he growled, walking back over. "Sorry you had to waste your time on me."
Seth groaned, finding that both Dean and Roman were going to both be a pain in the ass over their little spat. "I didn't waste anything on this. All three of us put our all into making it here, making The Shield work."
"Really? Because so far all I've heard is that I'm riding in on yours and Dean's coattails, or am I just here because of my family?" he asked, taking another step closer to Seth. He was slowly filling with that same hurt and anger. "All those extra hours in the gym training, all the sleepless nights I spent working on techniques. I'm still green, huh? Well excuse me that I didn't have a decade to practice like you two."
Seth's eyes narrowed, his hand tightening around the dog tags. "You made it on skill Ro, we both know that. Wrestling is in your blood. Yeah, there're people out there that think you're only here because of your family but-"
"Are you one of them?" Roman suddenly asked, taking another step closer, slowly closing the space between him and Seth. "Is that all you and Dean think of me? I made it in because of who I was born to?"
Seth closed his eyes, slowly growing more and more frustrated. "Dammit Ro!" he shouted, backing into the door as one of Roman's hands fisted in the chest of his t-shirt. He swallowed hard, the sheer amount of power flowing off Roman was intimidating. In that instant, he felt small. He was only two or three inches shorter than Roman but he felt like the bigger man was towering over him with just his bigger build alone.
"Just say it Seth. I'm just getting this push because of them, I'm piggy backing on my old man's success. Just fucking say it, I know you want to," he growled, grey eyes meeting brown. He waited, Seth's body tense. "Say it!"
Seth shook his head, holding up the dog tags once again. "If I thought that, I wouldn't be here. Yeah, I was a little jealous that you're getting this giant push but that doesn't mean you're not one of my best friends. I'm happy for you Rome, I really am," he admitted, watching as the anger started to slide from Roman's face, the hand once tightly wound in his shirt pulling free. "We both know how Dean is. He's jealous, this is really all he has, he doesn't want to get left behind when we separate."
Roman nodded, looking down at the silver tags. "I don't want them," he muttered, turning back to the window, shoving his hands into his pockets.
Seth sighed, walking over to where Roman was standing. "We got them together, if you don't want to wear it for Dean, that's fine, but wear them for me," he gently pushed, holding them up. "They're still good luck for me and I still believe that we can all make this work until they tear us apart. I don't want to be wrong Rome."
Roman sighed, shaking his head, a soft smirk resting on his lips. Leave it to Seth to make a mini speech and make him feel just a little better. He held his hand out, letting the heavy metal rest in his hand as his grey eyes looked over them. "This doesn't change anything," he murmured, pulling the chain over his head, the sudden weight almost welcomed.
"That's fine. Dean wasn't the only one upset in the end. You did throw me out too, and I was the one that stopped him," Seth breathed, crossing his arms over his chest, a delicate smile resting on his lips as he looked at the matching necklace. "I know it was an every man for himself thing, but I was really kinda looking forward to us being against each other again." He let out a small chuckle. "Like FCW all over again."
Roman nodded, thinking about their triple threat match all that time ago. "I wasn't thinking when I tossed you guys over, I was just pissed off. I guess you were just a casualty of war," he replied, looking over into happier brown eyes. "You should head back, we have a lot to do tomorrow."
Seth nodded, patting Roman on the shoulder. "We cool then?" he asked, looking towards the door. "Well, at least me and you? Dean's on his own."
Roman snickered. "Yeah, we're cool," he answered, letting his smirk turn up into a gentle smile as the other man walked away. He watched Seth leave his room, the two exchanging good nights before the door shut between them. He turned back to the window, one hand curling around the dog tags around his neck, his mind working harder. The Shield was going to go down like a plane crash a lot faster than creative thought if him and Dean didn't work this out, and as much as he liked the idea of going solo, he wasn't completely ready to change the routine him and the others had started.
Roman was pulled from his thoughts when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He reached for it, pulling it out and looking over the name. He let out a low growl. It was from Dean. He opened it, sure that it was either a half assed apology or something that was only going to piss him off.
Pop Seth off your dick and tell him to go to bed. We have interviews in the morning.
Roman only stared at the words, irritation and anger bubbling in him. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, telling himself to ignore the message and go to bed, they did have to be up early, if he could even stand being in the same car as Dean in a few hours.
Seth stood in the lobby, his fist digging into his eye as he waited next to his luggage. He'd barely gotten more than an hour or so of sleep and they were going to be driving right to the interview they had that morning at 8. He looked down at his watch, finding that the time was close to four-thirty. The drive was only two hours, but that didn't include them stopping to eat and finding the actual building. He looked up, Dean storming up to him.
Dean had his phone in one hand, his thumb tapping like a mad man on the screen. "C'mon, we're leaving," he growled, walking right past Seth, his own bag rolling behind him noisily against the highly polished floor.
"What about Roman?" Seth asked in confusion, looking over to the elevators before grabbing his own bag and walking after Dean. "Dean, what the fuck, why aren't we waiting on Roman?"
"Fuck him man, we're leaving him. He's not here and he doesn't want to ride with me, so he can find his own fucking way to Cleveland," Dean snapped back at the other male. "If you don't hurry up, I'll leave you too."
Seth groaned, sure that Dean had been texting back and forth with Roman, and that was why the blond was in such a shitty mood. Shaking his head, he hurried up to walk with Dean, looking over into the darkened blue eyes. "Are you two seriously still arguing? Grow the fuck up Ambrose, put this beef to rest and move on."
Dean ignored Seth until they had packed their bags in the trunk and were pulling out of the parking garage. "Oh, you're not going to defend your boyfriend today?" he snarled, earning a painful punch to the arm. "Or is your ass too sore from-"
"Stop right there Dean," Seth interrupted, voice barely above a deep growl. His eyes narrowed on Dean. "I don't know where you're getting these ideas or why you're twisting them around in that sick head of yours but there's nothing going on between me and Roman."
"Not that you wouldn't want it, right?" Dean spat back, slamming on the breaks at a red light, making both of them jolt forward against the seat belts. "Admit it, you dream of him fucking you."
Seth's lips thinned into a tight line. "You're a sick fuck Ambrose. If you haven't noticed we're both straight, and I sure as hell wouldn't be with Roman even if I did like guys. I don't fuck where I eat."
Dean only rolled his eyes and let out a snort. He could feel his own blood boiling as he drove, the speeds reaching at least ten miles over the speed limit. He only slowed up when he saw a cop, not wanting to get a ticket, which could lead them into even bigger trouble. He shook his head, letting the radio play between them for entire duration of their trip.
Once they'd made it into Cleveland, Dean had calmed down and was thinking clearer. He really felt bad for acting like such an ass to Seth. "Hey, look man, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that shit earlier," he blew out, looking over at the slightly surprised man next to him. "I just get so wound up and I don't think about what I'm saying."
Seth shook his head, pushing out a small smile. "Look man, I know things are getting a little tough on the road with everything but we've been preparing for this since day one. We always knew one of us would get a giant push before they broke us up," he explained, rubbing his palms against his khaki pants. "I'm not happy that it was Roman, but you know he fits that mold they want. We aren't going to fall out of the spot light though Dean. Even when we're all flying solo we're going to be great."
Dean gave a smile, blue eyes resting on the happy-go-lucky brown ones. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he murmured, reaching over and ruffling Seth's hair. He felt his heart jump at the dark look Seth sent his way, smacking his hands away. "Ready for this?"
Seth nodded. If he was ready for something, it was interviews. They were pretty simple, but he was mostly looking forward to a quick nap once their day slowed down. "Let's go."
(A/N): So, Dean man, talk about an angry little shit. I gotta say though, I really do enjoy writing him like that. XD And Seth, always the mediator between the two. (Who by the way, was ADORABLE on Smackdown when he broke Dean and Roman up. Haha.) So, I'm not sure if I'm going to make this a slash or not. I know I've hinted at it a bit in this chapter but I'm not completely sure. What do you guys think? Should I slash up up? Let me know, because this is just something fun to do in between chapters of "Casualty Of Love" (my main fic right now), and I really have little to no plot made out yet. So thoughts are WELCOME! Anyway, onwards and upwards! I'm also lacking chapter titles, so any suggestions are great, as long as they are song titles!
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