A/N: Probably some Seth/Moxley fluff is gonna go down in this chapter so….yeah! I just wanted to emphasize that Mox is there to protect Seth too. In this chapter, the alter that takes over will be given the normal typed text and the other alters will be typed in italicized.

WARNING: Mature language. And a pretty long-ass chapter so…there you go. And any misconceptions about DID are acknowledged. I am not a professional psychologist and I made do with the information I gathered.

Dean leaned back against the wall and noticed that Seth was looking at him from the receptionists' desk, smile plastered across his lips. He probably saw what the Lunatic did for the kid while waiting for the lady behind the desk to fetch their keys. Dean shot him a wink before walking over, albeit slowly.

Seth appreciated how Dean interacted with his fanboy. He never thought that he could be that patient to deal with fans, especially when he was tired as fuck. But Seth just watched it happen a few steps in front of him and he still couldn't believe that Dean could be that patient. The blonde just keeps on surprising him every time.

The Lunatic finally reached Seth. He placed a hand on his lover's shoulder to keep himself from falling face first on the floor. "You got our keys yet?" He asked with a smile, his dimples flashing along with it. Seth chuckled softly as he poked one of them with him finger to see how deep they would go.

"Won't be long, Dean. Just sit down or talk to somebody here." Seth answered, carding his fingers through Dean's soft, dirty blonde hair. He glanced around the hotel lobby to find someone that Dean could talk to but only found two or three people that the tired man could barely tolerate.

"Uh, sir?" A woman chimed in. Seth looked over at her and she handed him two room keys. The woman blushed when Seth laid eyes on her. "Here are your keys. Sorry to keep you waiting. Enjoy your stay."

Seth nodded. "Dean? C'mon, let's get you to your room so you can sleep. Sound good?"

Dean nodded and they walked to the elevator. They took their luggage and rode the elevator to the tenth floor in silence, Dean leaning against the cool metal wall while Seth did the same against the opposite side. Seth noticed how Dean's eyes were starting to flutter close so he walked closer to him and held Dean's head with both hands.

"Stay awake for me," He muttered, looking at his boyfriend with concern. "Just a few more floors then you can sleep."

Dean tried to keep his eyes open, he really did. He tried to focus on Seth's eyes, were beautifully brown and just….sparkling, with lack of a better term. Dean loved them, loved staring into them. Seth's voice was so soothing that he found it hard not to be sleepier than he already was.

"Dean….He's right there." Moxley's voice pointed in a sing-song tune. "Fucking take him already."

"Seth," Dean ignored his alter's comments, looking at Seth instead. "Why do you stay with me? Like, you don't get tired of me switching back and forth?"

Seth remained silent. He is getting pretty exhausted of Dean and his condition. But he understood that it wasn't Dean's choice to be the way he is. No one in their right mind would ask for this, would choose to have this disorder. He looked away from Dean and immediately he could feel Dean's heart breaking. The champion knew that he should probably answer but he couldn't find a way to make his words hurt less to hear. Instead, he mumbled a simple, "Sometimes, but-"

Dean gently pushed Seth away from him. "Yeah, I thought so. I figured you say do something like this. Just wish that you would have told me that we were bothering you already. After all, the poster boy doesn't want his image wasted by some psycho with personality issues, right? Who would want to deal with a fuck-up like me, right?"

Thankfully, they arrived at their designated floor and Dean quickly walked out to somehow put some distance between him and Seth, who quickly followed after him.

"Dean, I didn't mean it like that," Seth explained, walking faster to catch up to the Lunatic. "Please, just slow down a bit. Dean- Just…Dean!"

"What?!" The blonde finally turned around when he was outside his own hotel room, throwing his one of his bags at Seth's direction. His eyes had this burning hatred in them and even though they were still blue-gray, Seth couldn't help but feel scared. He stepped back and unconsciously raised his arm to stop Dean if he did anything violent.

"What do you fucking want from me?! How do you expect me to feel when you practically told me that you were fucking tired of me being the fucking lunatic that I am?!"

Seth swallowed down to his fear and took a step forward and placed his left hand over Dean's chest, feeling the rapid heartbeat there. Dean didn't move to get the hand away but he didn't calm down, not in the slightest.

The two-toned man reached into his pants pocket and fished out Dean's hotel room key. He held it up and Dean snatched it from his with a furious look on his face. He turned around and fumbled to get the key into the lock and finally got inside after a few seconds of struggle. He quickly gathered his three bags, went inside his room and slammed the door.

Seth sighed and took his own luggage and walked further down the hallway to his room. He unlocked the door and went inside, collapsing on the bed as soon as he saw it. He kicked his bags down to the floor as he scooted up to lean against the headboard, taking his phone out of his jacket pocket and typed a quick message to Dean.

'Sorry 4 wat happened. I didn't mean it. Not tired of u. Just please don't b mad. –S.R.'

He put the phone on the nightstand next to the bed and laid down on the bed, willing himself to get some sleep.

Dean flopped down on the soft bed after kicking off his shoes. It was sweltering inside his hotel room and he was convinced that there must be something wrong with the airconditioner. He took off his black shirt and laid down on the huge bed, his limbs spread out on the mattress. He could feel tears gathering at the corner of his eyes but he wiped them away by covering his face with a pillow. His phone vibrated in his pocket so he fished it out and read the message, which was apparently sent by that two-toned jerk.

The Lunatic Fringe screamed and threw his phone at the wall, the device shattering into little pieces. Dean felt tears stinging the corners of his eyes as his vision switched between clear to extremely blurry. He found it difficult to breathe and Jon and the Core's voices were starting to mute.

"Get it together, Ambrose" Jon said in Dean's head. "C'mon, Dean, stay with us. Try to focus."

"Mox?"

"What?"

"I need you to take care of Seth."

Seth started to panic when Dean wasn't answering his calls. He hung up the phone, put his key in his pocket before dashing out the room. He pounded his fist against Dean's door as he demanded for him to let him in. He could hear his lover screaming inside, followed by occasional bumps and pleads. Rollins' worry grew as he heard these sounds and he desperately needed to get inside before Dean could hurt himself.

"Dean? Dean, open the door. It's me! Dean!"

He heard frantic footsteps on the other side of the door, which ended with a loud 'thud' that sounded like a body hitting a wooden floor. Seth pressed his ear against the wooden door, trying to pick up any sounds of pain but all he heard were relieved breaths and coughing noises before everything was silent.

"Dean?" Seth called out, moving back to gently knock on the door. He heard shuffling from the inside and before he could blink, the two-toned man was pulled inside and thrown on the hard wooden floor. He immediately got to his feet and stepped back as Dean stepped forward.

"Dean, are you okay? Why aren't you answering my calls?" Seth mustered up his courage to move closer to his former Shield brother, his hands wandering frantically to find any wounds.

The blonde man looked him in the eye and Seth resisted the urge to scream and run for help. Those dark eyes stared at younger man hungrily as the blonde flashed him a toothy grin.

"Hey there, Tyler," Moxley greeted, his voice deep and almost growling. He roughly gripped Seth's chin, forcing the champion to look at him. "You missed me?"

Seth struggled against the violent man's grip, managing to wriggle his way out before trying to run to the door. Mox just laughed at his efforts and blocked the exit before the smaller man could reach it.

"Leaving so soon, Tyler? You're so rude."

"M-Mox, wait…" Seth backed up until he felt the edge of the bed hit the back of his knees. He stumbled until he was sitting on the seat. He needed to get out of here, scream for help but he remembered what Hunter told him.

'If an incident like this happens again, he is fired, alter or not'

Moxley straddled Tyler's waist as he pinned his wrists above his head. "Dean seemed pretty heart-broken, don't you think?" He question, leaning down so he could obscenely lick at Tyler's neck, loving the salty taste of Tyler's sweat against his tongue.

"He said something about how you said that you were sick of us. Is that it, Tyler? You're getting bored of us? You're getting bored of Ambrose? Thought you loved that poor bastard."

Seth thrashed around when he felt Jon's tongue on his neck. His eyes were getting teary as Moxley kept groping and licking him. "Y-You should…know that I-ah- love him more than a-anything." He snapped back, his hips involuntarily bucking up when Mox cupped the bulge in his pants.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're enjoying this," The violent man pointed out, squeezing the clothed dick. Tyler kept making those delicious whimpers and moans that were just music to Moxley's ears. He moved his sloppy kisses to the younger wrestler's collarbone, biting at the soft skin harshly before soothing it with his tongue. His right hand popped the button of Tyler's skinny jeans open and zipped it down, his hand immediately gripping the half-hard cock still confined in the tanned man's boxers.

"God, Tyler, you're killing me over here. I can see why Dean loves to fuck you so much." He complimented when he saw Tyler's face: His gorgeous brown eyes staring up at him pleadingly, pretty pink mouth hung open as ragged breaths escaped them and a mad blush was spread all over his cheeks.

Seth tried to keep his eyes on Jon, to see if there was a sign that Dean might interrupt. But the handjob he was getting was almost enough to make him beg. Almost. He noticed that the hand that held his wrists loosened its grip and he wasn't sure if Mox wanted Seth to touch him or he was just lost in the moment as well. Either way, Seth brought a trembling hand up to cup Moxley's cheek to somehow calm him down so his inevitable assault wouldn't be as painful as last time.

Jon didn't even detect that he eased his grip on Seth's wrists until he felt a hand on his face. He stared at Seth's face, his right hand stopped its movement as he tried to read what he was trying to do. Tyler's thumb then began to rub tiny circles on his Moxley's plump cheek, gently pressing the area where his dimples usually show. Jon finally figured it out: Fucker's trying to get Ambrose back. Moxley felt furious. He pinned the hand back down again and his right hand moved to brutally tug at the black and blonde hair.

"What is it about Ambrose that's so fucking fascinating to you?!" He challenged, gritting his teeth. He savored the shocked sound that slipped past Tyler's full lips. "What is it about him that you love so much?! What's so fucking special about him?!" He slapped that pretty little face of his, the force of the act causing Tyler's head to turn.

Moxley's lips curled up into a smirk and was about to hit Tyler again when he heard an almost inaudible sob. His left hand let go of Seth's wrists and almost immediately, the half-blonde brought them up to his mouth to stop the whimpers from getting any louder.

Unfortunately, the sounds increased in volume once Seth realized that Jon had heard him. He turned to his side, even though Mox was still straddling him. He tried to steady his breaths as well as make the tears stop but dammit, the fear that Jon instilled in him was overwhelming that he found himself weeping loudly.

Mox took Tyler's wrists into both hands and held them close to his chest, the younger wrestler struggling to get away from him. But he squeezed them, his nails digging into the soft flesh of the inside of the wrists, as he shook Tyler a few times to get him to stop and look at him.

"Stop. Stop- No, listen to me….Just-FUCKING KNOCK IT OFF!"

Seth froze, brown eyes gazing fearfully into navy blue ones. He swore he could see genuine concern in Jon's eyes as the blonde studied him. When Seth finally calmed down, Jon let out a sigh through his nose and continued his sentence.

"Dean's not coming back for a while," He informed, taking note of the scared look that washed over the smaller man's face. "You hurt him so bad that he went into isolation, as we like to call it. But he did tell me to take care of you. He still loves you, Tyler. He's never gonna stop loving you, not by a long shot. This is the first time I saw Ambrose get hurt so bad. He's supposed to take abuse and just laugh at it but you? You're just so special, aren't you?"

"No…" Seth gasped out. "No…Dean. Dean, I'm sorry. Please, come back. Please!" He started to fight against Moxley again, trying to wrench his wrists from Jon's grip but the blonde was too strong.

"Dean! I didn't mean it! Please, I'm sorry! Dean, you promised me! This isn't fair! Dean, come back! Dean-"

"STOP IT!" Jon commanded, twisting Seth's wrists so that the younger man would stop. "I promised Dean that I'll take care you. I don't want to have to hurt you, Tyler!"

Seth was going ballistic. His eyes screwed shut as tears poured from them. "Just fucking kill me already! Please! Kill me! Dean, please!"

Jon mentally cursed at Dean as he tried to get Seth to stop.

"Tyler, listen to me. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? You're okay. Please, please just stop." He slipped his thumbs into Seth's fists and rubbed mindless patterns on the palms. He leaned down on top of the writhing young man and whispered words of comfort into his ear.

Seth started to calm down, his voice almost gone from all the screaming he did. His fists unclenched and Moxley's hands slightly tightened their hold to soothe him. For moment, Seth was convinced that Dean was back so he looked to the man, trying to see for any signs of him switching back. There was none and he just flopped his head back against a pillow in defeat. But Jon wasn't doing anything bad, just laying on Seth's chest as he held his hands.

Now he could see why Dean told him that Moxley was protecting both of them. He could be gentle if he needed to be but Seth wanted Dean's gentle touches, his quirky smile and his promises that everything was going to be okay. It was his entire fault. It was because of him that Dean went away and that just filled him with grief, even though Dean wasn't inherently dead.

Jon finally moved so he was off of Tyler's chest and was relieved to see that Tyler was getting sleepy. Good, he could take care of him better if he was asleep. "Go to sleep, Ty," He advised, reaching a hand up to run his fingers through the bi-colored hair. Tyler stared at him for a few seconds before he nodded. Mox let go of his wrists and moved so he was sitting next to Tyler instead of straddling him. He zipped up Tyler's pants and leaned back against the headboard.

Seth grabbed a pillow and laid down on his side in a fetal position, facing Moxley and pressing his cheek against the alter's thigh. The sweet scent emanating from Jon was so similar but Seth knew it wasn't his lover. He just had to deal with Mox until Dean comes back. He felt a hand in his hair and he flinched at the sudden contact but was soothed when the fingers played with his hair, resembling the way Dean does.

"Dean loves to do this to you, you know," Jon mentioned, gently massaging Tyler's scalp. "You think it annoys him when you ask for head rubs but it doesn't. He just acts like it does when you're still awake but when you fall asleep, he keeps doing it until he falls asleep."

Mox's ears picked up the sound of soft snoring coming from the younger man and Jon couldn't stop a smile forming at his lips.

"How's he doing, Mox?" Dean's voice asked in Mox's head. Jon could swear that he could see Dean looking concerned.

"He's doing fine. I kinda scared him, though. Sorry about that, Dean."

"It's okay. Thanks for doing this for me."

"Anytime, Ambrose. You…uh..okay now?"

Jon didn't receive a response so he busied himself by pulling the blanket up to his and Tyler's shoulders, pulling him closer. Mox didn't sleep right away, just laid there and enjoyed holding Tyler's warm body against his. This man is handsome and Moxley wanted nothing more than to keep him for himself. But sadly, Tyler chose to love Dean and there was nothing that Jon could do but sit in the back of their mind and watch them.

But now, he had Tyler next to him, the two-toned man holding onto him and just….there. Those pretty pink lips were slightly hung open as gentle snored slipped from them, his chest rising and falling in sync with his breathing. The smaller man shifted a little, murmuring something about how warm it was in the room, before tugging at the collar of his shirt in his attempt to peel it off. Mox took the hem of the shirt and managed to pull it up to Tyler's chest before the Armenian's eyes went wide and he moved back until he nearly fell off the edge of the bed.

"I was trying to help you take off your shirt," Moxley explained, looking at the frightened man. "You said it was too hot so I thought you wanted to take off your shirt."

Seth slowly settled back to where he was lying down on the bed. "Sorry. I'm just…jumpy, is all."

"Scared is more like it. I already told you that I'm not here to hurt you. Do you still want or shirt off or not?"

Seth fiddled with the hem of his gray shirt, contemplating on whether or not he should trust this man. But eventually, he nodded and let Jon pull his shirt over his head and tossing the clothing somewhere on the bed. Jon placed his hand on the younger man's smooth, tanned chest and gently pushed him back down on the bed.

"Get some sleep, already," Jon advised with a joking smile. "Dean's gonna kick my ass if I don't get you to take you beauty sleep." He kissed Tyler's forehead and pushed the stray strands of hair, tucking them behind the champion's ears.

"Kiss me?" Seth requested out of the blue, taking Mox by surprise. "Dean always kisses me goodnight."

Jon scratched the back of his head. "I don't think Ambrose would want me making out with his man. That's like cheating on your girlfriend with her best friend. Just go to sleep already."

Seth settled a hand on the back of the Jon's head and pulled him down for a kiss, earning a grunt of surprise from the older man. Seth savored the sweet taste of Moxley's mouth, which always stayed the same whoever he switched to: Sweet like gummy bears with a hint of spearmint, probably from all that gum they love to chew on.

Meanwhile, Jon was split between pulling Tyler closer because this is what he wanted for so long and pushing him away because Tyler was Dean's man. No matter how he acts, Moxley has a tiny bit of respect reserved for his alters. So he sits there and stays still until Tyler laid back down on a pillow.

"Goodnight, Mox." The younger man mumbled, finally closing his eyes to sleep. Jon let out a shaky breath as he covered Tyler with blankets again. He laid there, coverless, staring up at the ceiling until sleep started to take him over.

[Mox/Dean's mind-subconscious]

"Dean, before you say anything, I didn't mean it." Mox said, approaching a poker-faced Dean Ambrose. The Core sat on one of the chairs in the 'room', biting his nails as he watched his two protectors.

"He said you always kiss him goodnight and he kissed me."

"Mox, calm down. I'm not mad," Dean reassured, tapping at the Core's hand away to keep him from damaging his nails. "When I said that you should take care of Seth, which means doing all the things I would normally do."

"Things you would normally do, huh?" Jon smiled amusingly, tapping his chin with his index finger.

"EXCEPT fucking him. As far as I know, he's still fucking scared of what you did."

"Dean, why'd you leave Seth?" The third alter asked, worry hinted in his voice. "Don't you love him anymore?"

Dean stayed silent for a while before replying, "'Course I still love him, J. But I needed to get away for a while. What he did, what he said about being sick of us. It…it got to me and I had to step back before I could damage all three of us."

"How are you, by the way? Deanie not causing you any trouble?"

"No offense, Mox, but Dean is better at taking care of me back here."

"Hey, none taken. I always was a bit of a 'tough love' kinda guy."

"Dean, you sure you're not mad at Moxley for kissing Seth?"

"Jonathan, I already said it: I don't mind as long as Seth's okay. But no sexual contact, you hear me, Moxley?"

Moxley shrugged. "I got ears, don't I?"

"Get some rest. And enjoy your time with Seth because I have a feeling it's gonna be long time before you get this chance again. Oh, and tell Seth that I'll probably be back sometime this week."

[Conscious world]

Moxley opened his navy blue eyes, inhaling sharply. The room was completely dark and quiet, except for his deep breaths. He sank back to his pillows and felt quick movements next to him. Seth got up on his elbows, looking him in the eyes excitedly before frowning after a few seconds.

"You okay?" Tyler asked, brushing Moxley's bangs away from the blonde's face.

Mox smiled at the act. Yeah, I talked to Dean. He said he'll be back probably this week."

"Who's Jonathan? Is that your real name?"

Moxley froze. Was he talking in his sleep? Tyler needed to know but Dean always told him to wait for the right time.

'Well, Ambrose," He thought to himself. 'It seems like the most appropriate time for me.'

He pursed his lips. "Well, yes and no. Jonathan isn't my real name but it's the name of our real self."

"Huh? I thought Dean was your real self." Seth muttered and Moxley held his hands.

"No. Um…Think of us as an onion: Dean and I, we're just outer layers but there's one center, our core. You follow me?" Seth nodded so Jon continued.

"I'm sure Dean already mentioned the Core to you. He's like our center, where we came from and who we're supposed to protect. His name's Jonathan Good and he's….a bit scared of everyone except you. I was his first protector because the abuse and trauma he experienced as a kid became too much. Dean, however, sprouted because I abused my status as the only and primary protector. Being out all the time and being a mask for Jonathan, I started to neglect my purpose and we were neck-deep in trouble while I worked for the indies. I noticed how Jonathan became silent, like in my head, and I realized that he created another alter because I was apparently abusing him by all the crazy shit I did. Eventually, Ambrose took my place as the primary protector and I became like a last resort, which is this situation between you and Dean. Being a mask for Jonathan, he is basically the Core's voice and confidence but if the abuse he takes gets too much, it pierces right through him and reaches Jonathan."

Seth listened intently at the explanation given to him. This information was crucial and he couldn't miss a single detail. This might be the only time he'll hear this since he's certain that Dean never intended to tell him.

Moxley took a deep breath. This next bit was a bit touchy for him and it hurt to talk about. "Y'see, Dean left because he needed to be careful. If a protector, for us at least, takes too much abuse than we can handle, we sort of…die. Like, we just fade. I almost died when I was still in HWA because of…tough shit but luckily, I left that hellhole before anything could happen. I don't want to hurt your feelings or make you worry, but we almost lost Dean. We were lucky enough that he isolated himself just in time before he faded."

Seth's eyes were watery with tears as he gripped the sheets when he heard the words 'almost died'. He almost killed Dean. Moxley brought him closer, letting the younger man rest his head on his shoulder. Seth didn't even hold back his tears anymore. He needed to make sure Dean was okay, to make sure that Moxley was lying to him.

"Dean's fine now, Tyler. It's okay." Moxley consoled. "Hey, look at me."

Seth moved back until he was staring into Jon's dark eyes.

"Dean loves you, you hear? He fucking loves you. To tell you the truth, I'm a little jealous. He gets to have you all to himself while I watch in the back. But I get it: You don't like me that way I like you and I'm fine with that. I just…I love you, Tyler."

Seth was taken by surprise when Jon closed the space between them and kissed his lips. The kiss felt desperate and relieved and Rollins could tell that Mox has been feeling this way for a long time, possibly even way back in Ring of Honor. They never had a match together but he heard about him from Jimmy Jacobs and the first word that Jimmy used to describe Moxley was "savage." So he steered clear of Jon but sometimes, when he was in his locker room getting dressed, he could feel someone was watching him.

Moxley moved back and cleared his throat. "I remembered I was supposed to get you to sleep." He brought the covers up to Tyler's neck and immediately laid down as he did so, his back towards the two-toned man. His chest hurt and he felt stupid for pulling a stunt like that. Of course, Tyler doesn't like him that way. Did he honestly think that Tyler would love him back if he kissed him? Stupid, fucking stupid!

"I'm sorry Dean." He mumbled before falling fast asleep.

A/N: Okay, that was a loooonnnggg chapter wasn't it. I intended for this to be 3K words. Also, OOC Moxley. I'm sorry. But yeah, the Core is Jonathan Good and no, he isn't like a child-like alter. He's a grown man but probably portrayed as 20 years old. Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read and I'll see you in the next chapter!