Four

Roman knocked on the door of Dr Foley office. The curly haired brunette looked up from a piece of paper he was staring at. "Hey Roman," he greeted.

"Hey Mick," he said. "I'm going off soon."

"Okay. Have a nice day." Mick smiled and looked at the paper, his face stressed.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Mick shook his head. "Nothing much. The centre is a non profit organisation and we really on public donations. There's not much donations coming in lately. We need money desperately. I'm not sure what I can do."

He wished Roman a good day and asked him to get some rest. He was not scheduled to come in to Javawocky today so he decided to go straight home.

When he reached home, he found Dean asleep in their bedroom. His boyfriend looked gorgeous, his auburn hair moppy and lips slightly parted. He sat down on the bed, beside him and kissed his cheek.

Dean stirred awake and he smiled when his eyes fell upon Roman. "Hey," he greeted, sleep in his voice.

Roman stroked his face. "Hey."

"How was your day?"

"It was okay." He smiled. "I don't want to talk about that."

"What do you want to do then?"

Roman bent down and kissed his boyfriend's lips. Dean ran his hand through his hair as he kissed Roman back feverishly. He groped Dean's butt and squeezed it.

Dean tore his lips away. "Damn, Roman."

He missed this. The one month Dean was away was pure agony. He knew it would be tough for them both but he did not expect it to be that hard.

Roman pulled Dean's face back towards and claimed his lips once more. Dean licked his lips and Roman open his mouth to grant access to his boyfriend's tongue.

His hand fell on Dean's waist and slowly, he reached for the waistband of his boyfriend's boxers.

The shrill ringing of Dean's bedside phone interrupted their heavy make out. Roman pulled away immediately and Dean muttered curses. "It'd better be important," his boyfriend grumbled.

The doorbell rang at that moment too. "I'll get it," Roman said. "You answer the phone."

He bounded down the stairs and headed for the door. When he opened it, he was surprised. "Baby boy? I think you better come down here!" he hollered.

Dean didn't know what to make of it when he saw all four members of Steel Hounds standing in his living room that evening.

Roman walked in with a tray of five glasses of iced tea while all five men stood about awkwardly. He placed the tray on the table and invited them to help themselves.

As he walked past Dean, he said softly to him, "Talk to them."

He went up the staircase and disappeared from view.

"Good guy," Karl said.

"Yeah he is," Dean agreed. "I'm a very, very lucky man."

Corey stepped forward. "Dean, we want to apologise."

"Oh?"

"What we said… how we treated you was wrong. We hope you'll reconsider leaving us. It's not the same without you."

Seth nodded. "It feels horrible, Dean. I feel like I've lost a brother. Please come back. We've all been talking about checking into rehab."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yes. Hey, if you want, we'll check into that centre Roman's doing his internship at. We've been friends for so long, Dean. We don't want to throw it away."

Dean sighed and put his hands in the pockets of his denim. Now what? They seemed sincere. They may have been assholes on tour but they never lied to him.

What would Roman do?

He knew the answer to that: he'd forgive them and welcome them back. Dean didn't have a character like Roman's but he was certainly someone he aspired to be like.

He smiled slowly. "I missed you guys."

Then all five members of Steel Hounds got into a group hug.

"Before we lose the courage," Luke said, "I say we call them and ask if they have space available for all four of us."

"Better make that five," Dean amended.

"Five?" Corey asked.

"Yeah. If you remembered, I didn't go to rehab when our tour was pushed forward. I hopped on that plane. I made a promise to myself that I was going to rehab for me and now seems like a good time like any."

"Five guys it is," Seth cheered.

Roman was proud of Dean and he made sure he said it every few minutes later that night. "I'm so proud of you, Dean," he said for the fifth time that night while they were watching Tales from the Crypt. "I'm so proud to call you mine."

His boyfriend shook his head. "Are you kidding me? Roman, I'm the one who's proud to call you mine. You're everything good in this world and more. You know you can do better than me, right?"

"Doubt it."

Their lips met in a passionate lip lock and as always Roman found himself floating in Dean's arms. "Dean," he murmured when Dean turned his attention to his neck. He felt himself being lowered on the couch with his rock star boyfriend on top not breaking the kissing.

The doorbell rang then.

Dean growled. "Seriously? Does the world not want me to get laid?"

Roman laughed good naturedly. "Answer the door, baby boy."

Dean stalked towards the door - his face pissed off - and when he opened it, it changed immediately. "Paul? What are you doing here?"

Paul walked in and shook his head at Dean. "Really, Dean? You've forgiven them?"

Roman cleared his throat. "Maybe I should go and umm… take a shower." He stood up. "Good to see you, Paul."

This was something he was sure Dean needed to get off his chest. He stared down at the bulge of his pants. Yeah. He definitely needed that shower.

Better to make it a cold one, he decided.

Dean shut the door behind him and leaned against it. "Yes, Paul. I forgave them."

"But Dean… why?" Paul looked confused. "Why would you forgive them after everything they've done to you?"

"Because they've never lied to me, Paul. They've always been honest. I knew what they were doing and they've already apologised for the way they've treated me. Besides, all five of us are going to check into rehab."

Paul's jaw dropped. "All five of you?"

"Yes. Paul, I never went to rehab. I went on tour instead. I want to follow through on my promise to myself."

His manager sighed. "Well, I can respect that."

"And I hope - and the rest of the guys too - that you'll manage us again. After all, what are we without you?"

Paul stared at Dean. "Do you know what you're asking of me, Dean?"

"No one knows us better than you, Paul. We've gotten used to your management style and you're the only manager we've ever had too. Think of it as our first love."

"You smooth talker you."

"Does that mean you'll do it?"

"Fine. I'll do it. But when are you guys going into rehab?"

"Roman called Dr Foley - the chief medical officer there - and he said we can check in early as tomorrow really."

"That's fast!"

"Yeah but we're okay with it. Nothing much to do anyways."

"Well," Paul said. "Guess I'll have to let the label know. I hope you guys follow through with your promises."

"Trust me. This time, we all will."

Dean smiled as he watched all four members of the group fussed with their bags. Each men brought at least five bags with them. "Guys, we're not heading a world tour," he chuckled.

"Speak for yourself, Deano," Seth replied. "We need some of these items. My hairdryer, my argan oil, my body deodorant, my-"

"Are you serious, Seth?" Luke asked.

Roman came and handed them forms to fill in. Each member was given a pen and a clipboard to provide details of their health and other basic information. "I'd kiss you, Dean," Roman said. "But I'm in uniform."

Dean laughed. "Might I add that you look hot in that uniform?" He had to control himself though despite the fact that Roman was wearing a light blue top and pants with Nike sports shoes, his black hair secured in a man bun.

"Thank you."

Dean smiled widely. "How many patients have hit on you here? Be honest."

"I'm not sure." Roman grinned. "I lost count."

There was nothing arrogant in his statement just plain teasing and as always Dean found himself being humbled that he was blessed to have met this man in a coffee house in the wee hours of the morning after being kicked out of a bar. "I love you," he said softly.

"I love you too. Why don't you fill up your form? I'll get you guys some bottles of water."

He watched his boyfriend walked off to a hallway before he turned his attention to the form in front of him.

"Dean," Corey whispered.

"Yeah, Core?" he replied softly.

"I've requested to go for counseling for my loss as well."

"I'm proud of you, Core." Dean gripped Corey's shoulder before he continued filling up his form. When he had finished and put down his pen, a familiar voice shouted out, "Fellas!"

All five Steel Hound members looked up to find AJ Styles, lead guitarist of the duo, Y2AJ, walked in. He used to be in a band with Karl and Luke and another member, John Cena called the Club. Upon seeing him, Karl and Luke went up to him and they did their secret hand gestures together.

"AJ," Luke said excitedly. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard you guys checked in here," he replied. "Why are you here?"

"We're seeking help."

"Help? You guys don't need help. You need to have more fun."

"It was quite bad, AJ," Seth added. "We were performing badly on stage. We were just caught up in the lifestyle."

"Well, shit. I don't want to be alone."

Karl looked confused. "Alone? What happened to Chris?"

"He's hanging out with Kevin Owens now," AJ said sadly. "I hardly see him. Hey! I know! I'll check in here too!"

Dean's eyes widened. "Ummm… AJ, I'm not sure that's how it works…"

But AJ was at the registration counter. "I want to check in here now!"

The customer service officer's eyes widened. "I…" She tapped on her computer. "Well-"

"It's okay, Sarah," a voice said from behind the band. "We can accept him."

Dean turned around saw a curly haired brunette wearing a doctor's coat over a t-shirt and jeans standing next to Roman who was holding a box. "Hi," he introduced himself. "I'm Dr Mick Foley and welcome to my centre."

"You run this centre?" Corey asked.

"Yes." He smiled at AJ. "You're welcomed to check in here. We have seven slots left."

"Great!" AJ cheered. "I'll call our other friends!"

Dean's jaw dropped. "What? AJ-"

But AJ was on the phone to someone. "Hey! Enzo! Cass and you can come down here to the Faith and Serenity Centre."

"Yes!" Karl cheered. "Just like old times!"

"This is going to be a disaster," Corey said.

AJ was already calling someone else. "Hey, Bobby! Get Kevin and Chris down here now! Faith and Serenity Centre pronto! Bring your clothes and all. We're checking in, baby."

"Dr Foley!" Dean said. "Do something!"

"Hey, Doctor! Thank you for this! I'll make any donation towards this place!"

Dr Foley looked startled. "Umm… that's kind of you, AJ."

"AJ," Seth said. "This isn't a party!"

"You're right, Seth! It's a bash!"

"What? No! AJ, people get treated here for their various addictions."

"Do you have any addiction, AJ?" Dr Foley asked.

"Oh yes, Doctor!" AJ replied. "I'm addicted to beating up John Cena."

Dr Foley was puzzled. "Who?"

"OH MY GOD!" Everyone turned around to see Paul walking towards them. "Are you kidding me? What is he doing here?"

"I am the face that runs this place!" AJ declared.

"Ummm… actually, that's me," Dr Foley said. "I run this place."

"Why did you accept him?" Paul asked Dr Foley. "Are you sure you want him?"

"Well, he has a wild eyed vision of reality and is clearly narcissistic so I don't see why not."

Seth snickered. "That's actually true." He threw his arms around Paul. "I'm glad you're here, Paul."

To Dean's surprise, Paul hugged Seth back. "Me too, Seth."

So maybe Paul treated all of them like his children, Dean decided.

"Why are you here, Paul?" Corey asked.

"It's simple, Core." He turned to Dr Foley. "Dr Foley, I think I can help you out."

"You can?" Dr Foley replied.

"Yes. I have a business proposition for you. You see, I'm a businessman, Dr Foley and I make it a point to know about what kind of facility my clients will be undergoing treatment at. And I realised that your centre needs money badly."

Dr Foley's eyes widened. "Well-"

"So I propose that you allow everyone here-"

"There's more on the way," Dean threw in.

"More?"

"Yep," Luke affirmed. "A bunch of our other peers will be here soon. AJ invited them."

Paul nodded his eyes and rubbed his hands. "How about, Dr Foley, you allow some cameras in this place and film your own version of Celebrity Rehab?"

"No," Dr Foley replied. "Sorry. But no. I've accepted them to treat them not to broadcast their lives on national television."

"Okay. That's fair. But how about you-"

"Wait!" AJ interrupted. "I have an idea! Dr Foley, you allow our pals in and we will throw you a fundraising concert! All proceeds for our show goes to this centre."

Dr Foley seemed to be caving in, Dean noticed. "Well…"

"We'll play three concerts!" Seth agreed. "You'll earn money for this centre and we'll be gaining back our reputation and support from the fans!"

"That does seem reasonable… and we really do need the money…"

Paul looked at him keenly. "Is that a yes?"

Dr Foley nodded. "It's a deal." There were cheers from AJ, Karl, Luke and Seth. "But guys, please I need your promise that you'll cooperate with treatment. My reputation is at stake here."

"They'll behave," Paul promised. "You have my word."

"Alright! Let's hope we all come out of this looking good."

About half an hour later, after drinking the bottled water that Roman distributed and having their forms been given clearance, Bobby Roode, Big Cass, Chris Jericho, Enzo and Kevin Owens walked in with luggages. "Bada Boom rock and roll stars in this room. How you doin?" Enzo shouted.

"Oh boy," Corey said.

"Hey, AJ," Kevin Owens called him. "Guess who else we invited looking all mopey outside Harry's Bar?"

The five men made way only to reveal a furious looking John Cena staring daggers at AJ.

"Oh shit!" AJ said.

John yelled out and pounced on AJ then. Bobby and Seth tried to pull him off AJ who was scrambling.

"Welcome to Rock Rehab," Dean said as he stood next to a shocked Roman. "Day one."

A/N I apologise for the delay in updating this. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thank you for the favorites/follows/likes. I appreciate it.