Okay, I've got a few things to say. These prompts have nothing to do with each other and they both will stay only one-shots. I write prompt fills so I can pratice writing shorter stuff because all my fics turn into gigantic, uncontrollable things if I don't decide right from the start that it's only gonna be a short story. Also, the prompt for both ficlets was "Things you said when I was crying". I think this part is meh, but I couldn't find another reason Dean would cry without making it super sad. And I needed some fluff tbh. And third, NaNo starts tomorrow, so I wanted to publish everything I had left. Excuse the triple upload this week. Won't happen again. But thanks to everyone supporting me. I can't say this often enough but you guys mean the world to me. Have a nice weekend and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

This is like the meteor that extinguished the dinosaurs; it only happens once a gazillion years.

But Seth double-checked, just to be sure, and there is no doubt about it. Dean is crying.

Not like Seth – loud and with his whole body shaking, the wailing reminding his family of a banshee's screeching –, and there are only four fat tears rolling down his cheeks but it's a sight he won't ever forget.

Dean Ambrose lost his cool because of a movie.

Sure, Seth has to fight back the same reaction just so he can make fun of his brother in the future, but thankfully it's not that hard for him since he's seen the film a hundred times already and watching Dean stare heartbroken at the screen – he and Rome completely forgotten – helps a lot to stay focused.

Though, to be fair, just the sight is like a stab in the chest. This is how Dean looks when he's crying, no matter if the tears are hateful ones or born from self-loathing or, believe it or not, happy ones. Never before has his brother been so immersed in something that he allowed his emotions to run wild in the presence of others.

All because a dragon sacrificed himself to kill the evil king.

Dean didn't even bat an eye when he lost his baby girl thanks to the Authority waging war against The Shield. He also never once cried during the whole Seth is a backstabbing scumbag and sellout and I'd rather kill myself than ever forgive him again but wait, actually, I'm in love with him and want him back, what the fuck is my life even? ordeal.

At least Rome swore that Dean never shed a tear because of him, but he likes to imagine his friend totally did because it's unfair that only Seth cried himself to sleep at night – even though he ran away without a word to protect his family.

'Dee, are you cryin'?' Roman asks gleefully, smirk as radiant as the sun.

Instead of reacting ashamed, Dean turns around with his blotchy red eyes, pointing accusingly at the television to roar, 'The music makes it so much worse. Listen to it, Ro, it's the sad stuff Seth lets loose under the shower and then his suicide. I mean, come on, they could've killed that selfish bastards but no, they decided to off the dragon.'

Roman keeps on smiling, nodding towards Seth to signal him that he should take care of that. It's not only his DVD; he also still has to make up for a lot of things.

Dean couldn't care less about them enjoying his tears, just turns back to the screen and continues his tirade, thankfully not minding Seth grabbing his hand to hold it in his own. Or he simply is so far gone that he doesn't even feel the added body warmth.

'He was the last of his kind 'n now there're no dragons left. All that to kill this asshole. They could've imprisoned him, chained him to a wall, so he wouldn't hurt himself and the dragon alike. But no, it has to be death and sacrifice and friends murdering friends and what the fuck are ya doin'?'

Seth blinks owlishly, feeling like Dean just caught him in the act. Roman chuckles on the bed, grabbing his beer to take a large swig and watch what his baby brother will do now.

'I'm leaving a trail of kisses on your neck. You know, taking your mind off Dragonheart,' he explains sheepishly, grinning lopsided when Dean squints his eyes at him.

By now, the four streaks on his cheeks have already dried and Seth wishes they could re-watch the sad death scene with the impossibly depressing music, just so he can witness the beauty that are Dean's tears once more.

'Why?' his friend blurts out, looking at Rome for help. Their big brother only shakes his head, tying his massive mane into a bun. He established very early on that their relationship is off limits for him. He's there for advice and cleaning up their messes but things like this are way more fun for him to watch wordlessly. If he had popcorn, he'd eat it right now.

Seth bites back a cheeky remark and instead continues his mission, saying one word at a time in between the small pecks. 'Because I know you and I also know that you think you're the dragon, Rome's Dennis Quaid and I'm the bratty king. That's exactly why I'll eat your unhappiness.'

Against his will Dean starts to laugh out loud, Roman and Seth following suit. He even forgets to lap at Dean like an overexcited puppy.

'You didn't just Caboose me,' his partner chuckles, trapping Seth's head under his armpit to rub his knuckles over his head. It's Dean's way of telling Seth that he's a hundred percent right and that he's thankful that Seth was the one saying the real reason this movie hit him right in the feels.

'I did, ow, ow,' he snickers, fighting half-heartedly against Dean's grip. 'It's a reminder that we should watch Red vs Blue again. And I haven't forgotten how much stupid comments cheer you up.'

'Ya better. After all, it was you who forced me to watch that movie.'

They don't talk about Dean's obvious fear of losing him again. Or the fact that he'd die in a heartbeat for him, that his undying love is so big that he would take a bullet for Seth – even if he's the one pulling the trigger.

What they do instead is squabble the whole night. Seth mocks his brother for crying and Dean acts as if it hurts his pride while Roman sits on the bed, gracing them with the most content, warm smile Seth has ever seen.

It's the most normal evening they have had in a year and even though he made his brother cry and somehow admit his feelings, he's glad they're here, hiding in a shabby motel, forgetting the world outside.

'Alright, lover boy,' Dean announces around three in the morning, rubbing over his eyes to force back all the tears that are still impatiently waiting for their freedom. 'Eat my unhappiness then. I'd like to see ya try.'

Seth has learned a long time ago that with Dean, words don't really matter. It's the actions that speak for themselves and that Dean puts great value upon. So he grabs his brother's hand to lead him to the bed where only love and safety, a true home, await him.