As the day slowly drug by, Dean's mind raced with those same thoughts. The only thing that ran through his mind was that dream he had last night. It burned him on the inside out. Dean was confused. He woke up dry. Okay, that's a good thing right? He's not gay. Dean thought. Thus, he was disgruntled by the whole thing, leaving his mind fairly empty, the dream was haunting him. Dean kept his composure around his friends, but he had no idea of what he was in for. It was Thursday and Dean was scheduled for a single match against, yes, Dolph Ziggler. Dean felt as if his heart was going to stop, hesitating while he lacked his ability to do his warm up exercises. He wasn't very far from the stage as his theme music started to play and he choked, walking out and down the ramp as the crowd cheered loudly. Dean was losing focus, thus, his facial expression was set, hiding his emotion. He entered the ring, taunting like he always does then his music was cut and Dean froze, his blood boiled as Dolph's theme started and he flew out, his body language was so hyper, energetic, just plain fucking sexy. Dean cursed in his head, shaking it wildly and even smacking the sides of his head as he jumped up and down almost as if he was filled with adrenaline. Yeah right, everybody just thought he was, but it was them damn thoughts coming back to haunt him. Dolph entered the ring, his focus traveled to Dean, his icy blue eyes were hooded as he meant business. Well to him, it was about the match, but to Dean, it was obviously something else. Dolphs music was cut, the crowd quieted down a bit, and the commentators were at work on their commentary. The two slowly walked in a slow pace, only inches away from each other, circling around in the middle of the ring. Dolph had his eyes plastered to Dean as he was waiting for the chance to strike. Dean's skin went white as he gulped, feeling uneasy and a bit sick to his stomach. His heart raced as shockwaves traveled throughout his whole body, quite pleasurable to him. The bell rang, finally giving Dolph the chance to bolt at Dean. Their arms locked, bodies tensing, one leg from each stepped backwards and the other bent forward. Dean's mind went blank as his body all of a sudden became sensitive to the blonde male's touch, causing him to lose focus. With one firm push, Dean flew backwards, falling to his bottom. The crowd grew a bit louder. Dean stayed, lifting his knee and resting his arm on it as he felt dazed, not from the push at all. Dolph stood there, towering over the male as he waited for him. Dean felt cold, slowly lifting himself up on his feet only to stare at him. He had no idea that his face was as red as a fresh tomato, causing a quizzical expression to be etched on Dolph's face. The crowd was almost silent. Dean was motionless, being held back, but it didn't last long. He shook his head, throwing his arm to the side as he clotheslined Dolph. The arena filled with cheering mixed with a little booing. Dean's energy increased and the match went on, then ended with him being the winner. Dean felt a burst of relief surge throughout his body as he made his way back to the locker room, heading to his locker.

"What's up Dean…?"

Dean turned to see Seth Rollins standing in front of him. Smiling awkwardly. The look on Dean's face was simply withering. He didn't want Seth to catch on, knowing he saw the match.

"Congrats on winning but…what happened at the beginning…?" The bearded male chuckled hysterically.

Dean was silent as his eyes widened, his face flushed with redness as he already began to feel humiliated. Seth continued to look at him, waiting for an answer, smiling hilariously. Dean exhaled deeply, chuckling nervously.

"What the hell are you talking about man…?" Dean stuttered, his voice like gravel.

"It's like you were embarrassed over something…what happened between you and Dolph…" Seth asked.

It was them thoughts, once again returning to him, as clear as a whistle. Suffocating Dean as if he was being smothered. He felt an intense pressure on his chest. Of course something happened between them, but it wasn't real, it only felt as if it was. Dean started to feel weak all over. He was being pulled down, his emotions began to show and Seth was beginning to question it, His smile turning into a smirk.

"Oh…okay then, I get it now…you don't have to be embarrassed about it anymore…" Seth's voice was low and velvety.

The expression Dean gave Seth was glowering as he grew even redder in the face. He felt the need to pound him the face, instantly knowing what he was saying.

"What the fuck Seth!?" Dean hissed.

"Hey, there's nothing to be ashamed of…it's completely natural…" he chuckled.

"I didn't fuck Dolph! So take all of the fucking words you said and go fuck yourself in the ass with them!" Dean spat harshly.

Before Dean could walk away, Seth firmly grabbed his arm, causing him to stagger a bit. Dean didn't even have the motivation to pull away as his mind continued to taunt him.

"Whoa…you've been acting weird lately…there has to be something involving Dolph that's bothering you…" Seth's voice was soft and concerning.

It was silent as Dean refused to say anything. He didn't want to talk about it, but wanted to keep it to himself. Seth was always the one to instantly notice his hidden emotions.

"I'm not letting you walk away until you tell me everything…I worry about you, you know that…" Seth said.

Dean gently pulled away from Seth, keeping his back turned away from him. Dean hesitated with his response, feeling heated, his spine tingling as he lightly shuttered. He took a deep breath, exhaling deeply.

"I dreamed about fucking Dolph…all right…you satisfied? Now leave me the fuck alone now…" he said.

Seth was silent as he wasn't surprised, knowing that it was obviously something sexual. Dean wanted to walk away, but deep down, he couldn't. His legs felt heavy, it was as if his feet were cemented to the floor.

"You're in love with him, aren't you…?" Seth asked.

"You already got an answer out of me Seth…don't hit me with these gay questions…because I'm not fucking gay…" Dean snarled.

"Dude, I see the way you look at the guy, even before you told me about this wet dream you had…you can't fool me." Seth's voice was a bit more firm.

"How I look at somebody has nothing to do with my sexuality. Don't stand there and try to label me as a fucking homo…okay!?"

Then the room went completely silent. Seth stood there, a glazed look on his face as he knew Dean was trying to fool him. He knew him well, being able to read him like a book. He knew Dean was a tough cookie when it came showing his feelings.

"All right Dean…your right and I'm wrong…I'll just drop it and leave you alone about it…" he said flatly.

"Good…" Dean replied.

Seth watched as Dean walked off after gathering his clothes and heading to the showers, leaving the taller male to stand there in silence.