Sorry that it's taken this long to update...For some reason I just sat on the computer thinking I should do this but did nothing. Hope you all enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 4

It's been a month since everything crumbled to the ground for Seth. He kept in character for the cameras and when the group had to appear whole; but when he got behind closed doors, he was silent and withdrawn. Roman tried to keep a level head.

He hated how Dean had left.

He hated that Seth was so withdrawn because of Dean.

Hated that Dean didn't say anything.

So, he figured that he hated Dean.

But things changed when Roman got a call from a bar.

"Seth wanted to be picked up by you."

"Thanks."

Seth never drinks to the point of needing a taxi. When Roman entered the bar, he saw Seth sitting on a bar stool, trying to get another shot. He walked over and grabbed Seth by the arm, gently guiding him to the door.

"Come on, let's go back to the hotel."

"No," Seth said angrily, pulling his arm out of Roman's grasp. He fell to the aspalt ungracefully. "I don't want to keep going into these hotel rooms with a huge bed just for the two of us. I want Dean back."

"Dean's not coming back, Seth," the Samoan said softly.

"Why? Did I do something for him not to come back?"

"No, Seth."

"Am I not good enough?"

"You've had too much to drink."

"I need more to drink. I want to forget about everything. I want the world to stop spinning."

"Then let's get you back to our room. I'll get you some water and then you can sleep until everything stops spinning."

Roman reached down to help his boyfriend, but was shocked to see Seth knock his hand away.

"I want Dean," Seth said through his teeth.

Roman sighed heavily. "Okay. I'll take you to Dean's room."

Seth nodded then tried standing up, but needed help from the taller man to remain standing.

At the hotel, Roman texted everyone he knew, trying to find what room Dean was in.

If he asks, I didn't tell. Room 518. -Punk

Thanks man. -R

Roman and a very drunk Seth stepped into the elevator then pushed the button for the fifth floor. Along the way, Seth must have sobered some.

"We're not on the fifth floor."

"No we're not. But you wouldn't leave the bar until I agreed to take you to Dean's room."

Seth became silent at the mention of Dean. Roman looked down slightly, trying to assess the alcohol damage.

"Do you still want to try talking to Dean?"

Seth nodded weakly.

ROOM 518

Dean opened the door, not knowing who was on the other side. As he was about to open his mouth to tell the two guys off, he saw the state that Seth was in.

"You were drinking."

Seth nodded, not taking his eyes off of Dean's face. Despite working with the man for the past month, he couldn't remember the last time he actually looked at the facial features.

Dean ushered his two team mates into the room. He took a seat on the bed and watched as Seth staggered to the edge of the bed and dropped to his knees, probably bruising them slightly. Seth reached a hand up and gently moved a finger from Dean's eye brow down his cheek and onto his chin. This was the closest he had been to the blond man in a month and a half.

Seth continued to run his fingers over Dean's face and even his neck. Dean looked over to Roman who was still standing by the bathroom.

"You can come in and sit."

"Last time you and I were talking, you wanted nothing to do with us."

"A lot has changed since that night," Dean answered.

"Like what?"

"Like I've been thinking."

"Of?"

"I've been thinking that I was wrong. You weren't pushing me out of the relationship. It just seemed that way. But just think about it; I never got to have Seth share my bed when the hotels messed up. It was always you and him."

"You could have said something, Dean."

"I know. But for some reason I just didn't."

Conversation haulted a bit; Dean continued to let Seth run his fingers over his skin. He didn't need to ask Rome how bad everything had gotten; the evidence was on the floor in front of him.

"Is this the first time he's had this much?"

"Yeah. Usually, he would curl up in a ball around an old shirt of yours that he found in his bag. After it stopped smelling like you, he started to sleep on the far edge of the bed, out of my reach."

"It's been hard on him," Dean said mostly to himself.

"He was at a bar a bit from here. Wouldn't let me bring him back here unless it was to your room."

"How did you find me anyway?"

"Punk," Roman smiled.

"Can you take your shirt off?" came a very soft and quiet voice.

Dean looked down at the man with blond and black hair. Seth's eyes were tired and held a bit of nervousness; scared that Dean would yell at him and throw him out of the room. But to shock the others, Dean easily removed the plain white tee shirt he had been lounging in.

Seth eased his hands out to gently touch the skin of Dean's abdomen. Touching the fine outlines of the abs, running his fingers up Dean's sides until he reached the armpits, then crossing over the pectoral muscles.

"Please, come back, Dean."

"I don't know, Seth."

"Please," Seth begged. "The hotels have been giving us the correct bed. I hate not having you in bed with us."

"Give me some more time, Seth. I'm still apprensive about getting hurt again by people that I love."

"I won't hurt you, Dean."

Seth looked up at Dean with pleading eyes. The blond noticed the tears that were starting to gather in the brown eyes of his lover.

"A couple more days, Seth. Then I promise to return to room with you two. Okay?"

Seth sighed but nodded in agreement. He didn't want to wait a couple more days. He's gone over a month of not being with Dean; it's driving him crazy.

"Come on, Seth. We'll see Dean in the morning," Roman said as he stood straight up after leaning on the wall.

"Is it asking too much to have a kiss?" Seth asked Dean.

"Only on the cheek."

Dean leaned in and placed his lips on Seth's cheek, feeling the dried tear tracks from eariler in the night. He felt Seth return the gesture with the same soft pressure.

"Good night, Seth," Dean smiled soothingly.

"Good night."

Seth stood and walked over to Roman. The Samoan looked back over at Dean and wish him farewell.

"Kiss him, please," Seth requested.

Roman couldn't say no to a drunk and depressed Seth. He walked over to the bed, leaned down, and kissed Dean's cheek softly.

"He's not the only one that's been missing you," he said before retreating.

"Night, Rome."

With that, Roman and Seth were on their way back to their room and Dean was having a troubled time getting to sleep.