Seth Rollins drove to the hotel in silence. He was too deep in thought to turn some music on or even the GPS on his phone. Out of what seemed to be millions of words crossing his mind right now the word that appeared the most was 'Why?' Why did Bray Wyatt want him of all people? Why did Dean save him even though he hates him? Why did he want Dean to forgive him so bad?
Seth couldn't answer any of them. Especially the last one, he didn't know why he wanted Dean's forgiveness so bad, he just did. The incident in the parking lot didn't help matters either, it just raised more questions for him.
Seth knew one thing, he wanted to find Dean at the hotel. He just wanted to know 'why?' Why did Dean do that for him after all of the horrible things Seth had done to him? Seth let out a sigh as he put his car in park and turned it off.
Seth grabbed his bag out of the trunk and hurried inside the hotel, he had to find Dean, he had to ask him. He had to know, it was killing him. Seth took a guess and headed for the Hotel Bar, if he was the same Dean he knew in the Shield, Dean would be in the bar.
He didn't bother to go to his hotel room and put his bag back, he wanted to get to the bar as fast as possible. Although, he knew that Dean would probably be there all night, he didn't want to risk it. Not really looking where he was going, Seth ran into someone right at the bar entrance.
"Watch where you're going!" Seth knew that voice. It was Sheamus.
Seth didn't have time for this, he didn't want to start more drama. "Look I'm sorry, I'm just in a hurry." Seth tried to walk into the bar, but, the words of Sheamus stopped him.
"I thought you didn't drink? Running away from your problems not working anymore?"
"Look, man, I didn't have time for Bray's crap and I don't have time for yours, I just need to find someone." Seth said then quickly went into the bar. Sheamus took a mental note on Seth mentioning Bray.
In the bar, Seth looked around, hoping that Dean was in there. He looked around the tables, smirking a bit as he found him. Seth walked over to the table. Dean seemed to be sitting alone, Seth just sat across from him. 'Hey, man."
Dean took another sip of his beer. "What do you want?"
"I just wanna say thanks for helping me back there." Seth felt the situation get more awkward by the second. "Also I wanted to know why? Why did you help me if you seem to hate me so much?"
"I saw that whack-job was cornering somebody and I stopped him, don't think too much into it. I still think you're the same piece of shit that you always were." Dean downed the rest of his beer and stood up. "And you're welcome." With that Dean walked off and most likely back to his room.
Seth rested his head into his hands, he wanted to scream. He knew that there was more to this. Dean just wasn't budging.
"You look troubled.' Seth looked up, the voice sounded familiar. The voice belonged to Roman Reigns.