Warning: This Chapter Might Make You Hungry For Breakfast Sorry.
When Roman woke up, he gave a smile when he saw that Seth was still sleeping soundly under his protective arm, the hand of which still holding delicately, yet firmly, to the hand Seth had been searching for his with the night before. The door was closed, but Roman couldn't remember closing it. He hadn't closed it and Seth had obviously not moved from his arm being on top of him. Maybe Dean had. Roman looked around the room, finding Dean sitting in a chair in the far corner.
"What do you want from him?" Roman asked, growling. Randy threatening to come out, but Randy was restraining himself. He didn't want to hurt his 'brother's' friend again. He had learned the previous night that Seth was never to be hurt again so long as he and Roman lived.
"Well, I came to say that I made breakfast, but it looks like you two were busy." Dean said.
"What!? No way would I do that to him! He got hurt!" Roman hissed, Seth giving a groan against his shoulder and nuzzling closer to him.
"Just wake him up and come get breakfast." Dean said, leaving.
"Sethie, wake up." Roman asked. Seth's eyes fluttered up to meet his and Roman smiled and ruffled Seth's hair. "Finally! Good morning, Sleepyhead. Breakfast time, kiddo." Roman said. Seth's eyes became even more fine tuned upon hearing the word breakfast. He was SO hungry. Roman smirked and pulled him up from the bed, Seth following him to the kitchen where Dean had three plates set out for each of them.
"I don't know what you guys like for breakfast, so we're definitely gonna have leftovers for a while." Dean said.
"Why are you doing this?" Roman asked.
"Because I wanna eat too?" Dean said questioningly.
"Is that entirely why?" Roman asked.
"I wanted to make it up to the kid, okay? I felt bad, it's not a crime to have emotions." Dean snapped.
"It's okay, Dean. I've already forgiven you." Seth said, smiling as he hugged the elder teen from his seat.
"If you've already forgiven me, then why not tell me?" Dean asked as he put a plate full of sausages and another of bacon down on the table.
"Because I thought it could wait until you weren't so angry." Seth said.
"I wasn't angry. I was just...annoyed. I was having a bad day." Dean said, laying a plate stacked with pancakes in the middle of the table and another of waffles. Then nhe set down the toppings and sides. Roman had went straight for the meat, and Dean was sticking to his waffles, but Seth sat picking at his berry covered waffles until someone looked art him. Then he ate with a look of pure happiness in his eyes. But it was fake, of course it was. It always was. And then he'd throw up again. It was a routine he'd grown accustomed to. He would pick, then eat, then puke, and then he'd repeat the process every time he was told to eat properly. But he felt this time was different, he felt colder this time and he felt like he was dying of hunger. And he wanted to tell, but he didn't, his mouth wouldn't spit out the words. Just kept filling itself with what was on his plate before he left 'to use the bathroom.' But Seth knew what he was doing, his routine. And even though he tried to fight it, just for what little life was left inside him, he didn't have the strength to fight back from the predetermined evil cast upon him. He felt his own fingers force up his bile and leaned over the bowl, puking up everything in his stomach. He felt dizzy and weak this time, and his vision was blurry as he got to his feet and slowly unlocked the bathroom door, stepping not halfway back to the kitchen/dining room before he felt the darkness take him down onto the floor, made him fall, stealing him from his friends. He was crying and that Dean and Roman could hear him and were running to get to him. But the world had already slowed to a stop and everything went black as Dean touched his face, trying to help. But they were too late.
A/N: Ooh, Cliffhanger! *Smiles Evilly*