"Why do I always let you talk me into such bad ideas?" Seth asked.
"Relax, I know what I'm doing," Dean answered just as the door open. "See! No one will know we broke in."
They entered the dark hotel room and closed the door behind them.
"What are we looking for?" Dean asked.
"I don't know. I just know something is wrong with Randy and Suzanne and I wanna know what the hell it is," Seth answered.
"And you think the answer is hiding in Randy's suitcase?" Dean chuckled.
A sound from the door made both of them stumble out in the bathroom. Dean closed the door ajar, leaving just a crack open to look through. The door to the hotel room opened, the light was turned on and Randy came walking in. He had hardly been inside for 20 seconds before someone knocked on the door and he walked over to open.
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"We need to talk," Suzanne's voice came through the room.
She pushed her way into the room and closed the door behind her. Dean took out his phone and started recording them through the crack in the door. He had no idea why he did it. Something just told him to do it.
"What do you want?" Randy asked.
"I want you to own up to what you did," she answered.
"You wanted it," he said.
"Excuse me?" She raised her voice. "I was 11, Randy! 11! How the fuck can you ever tell yourself that I wanted you?"
Seth tensed up behind Dean and if it hadn't been for Dean standing in his way, he most likely would have crashed through the door and attacked Randy.
"You were always walking around in that little nightgown and leading me on," Randy said.
"I didn't walk around you. You came into my room. You groomed me for months with your fake smiles and sweet words and promises of a better world, just so you could get your hands on me to satisfy your own sick needs," she said.
"We never had sex," he defended himself.
"Like that's supposed to make it any better!" She shouted. "You touched me! You stuck your fingers inside me! You forced your disgusting dick down my throat! And the only reason why you never got to fully rape me is because I ran away on my 12th birthday where you had said you had a special surprise for me that would show me what it meant to be a real woman. Yeah, I fucking knew what you meant so I ran before you even showed up."
Anger flushed over Randy's face. That special prize, that one thing he had wanted so bad back then, she had never given to him. And that was the last time he was ever in their house. Her parents got divorced a week later and she went to live with her mother.
"You wanted it," he repeated. "You wanted me."
"You're a fucking monster!" She sneered. "Who's afraid of the monster under the bed when they have a real monster in it?"
"I can still take it, you know," he smirked. "Who's gonna stop me? You fucking owe it to me!"
"I don't owe you shit!" She hissed.
"I worked on your sweet little pussy for months, stretching it to get it ready to take my dick, and then you fucking ran out on me!" He sneered. "I'm taking it now!"
The door to the bathroom got torn open and out came two very angry faces.
"What the...?" Randy was surprised.
She spun around on her heel and stormed out of the room. So many feelings flushed through her in that moment. She was angry, sad, surprised and embarrassed.
"I'm gonna kill you!" Seth took a step forward.
"Nope!" Dean held him back. "You're not gonna lay a finger on him."
Dean dragged Seth out of the room and held him up against the wall out in the hallway.
"Hey, Seth, look at me!" Dean demanded.
"What?" Seth sneered as he looked Dean in the eyes.
"I recorded it all. We got him admitting it on camera. Don't lose your job or go to jail over him," Dean said.
"What am I supposed to do then?" Seth felt lost.
"Find Suzanne. She's out there somewhere and she needs you more than ever right now," Dean said.