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The fourth chapter awaits you. Just to let you know how my mind works, at least a bit. The pronunciation of the nicknames rhymes of tea. So 'Thie' [Ti:] and 'Dee' [Di:] sound in my head like that. And 'Rome' [rǝʊm] just like the capital city of Italy without the 'a' in the end. I hope I got that diacritical marks right or as we would say "umlaut-spelling". Please bear with me and my crazy imagination. Hope you still like the story. Let me know what you think.

Rated T for language, violence and same-sex relationship. Light sexual activities later on.

I hope you'll enjoy me little story. Here is the next chapter. Just let me know how I did.

Chapter 4 "Not the way it's supposed to be!"

The days went by and turned into weeks. Roman and Dean would fight together against whoever was up to challenge them. Dean would beat the heck out of Seth whenever he had a chance. When the two-tuned man would walk down the ramp to compete, on his way to the locker room or in the parking lot. It didn't matter. But Seth could feel that there was a difference to all the other times before. Dean wouldn't hit him with all he's got. He'd just put on a great show, every single time. But his eyes. The brown-eyed man was horrified to see that these lovely blue shades were usually far away or pained. What had happened to his best friend? Seth didn't go out to celebrate with his co-workers anymore. He needed to get all the chaos in his head straight. He needed to decide what he wanted. For once he had to think about the consequences. He had to make sure that he wouldn't make it worse for his brothers. But seeing Dean changing into a hollow shell of his own self, hurts him more than he could tell. That Dean wasn't the same who Rome and he met all those years ago. Where did that freaking talented, totally crazy and absolutely adorable nut job go he loved so much? Finally he admitted it! He wasn't scared anymore. At least he could admit it to himself now. Yes, he loved Dean or should he better say he was in love with him and he missed him like crazy. Roman said two weeks ago, he should call him if he figured out what he wanted. But he didn't have the strength to talk to his brother yet. He knew that he loved Dean more than a brother. He still didn't know if he wanted Dean to know that yet. Seth needed a little more time to think it over. The only thing he wanted to do is asking Dean if they could go over that dangerous stunt. So he called Roman one week before the main event which actually scared him more than anything else in his life before. The younger man called Roman because Dean wouldn't answer his calls. "Hey Rome, how are you? It's been a while." The grey-eyed man could hear that Seth didn't call because he finally made up his mind. Therefore Rome felt still too much pain in his little brother's voice. The Samoan didn't want to rush the young man so he said in a friendly voice. "Hey man, long time no see. I am great and how are you?" Seth smiled in his phone because he was sure that his brother knew he wasn't done thinking just from hearing his voice. "I am good, little tired maybe but okay. And I want to thank you for being such a great friend, Rome. You knew I didn't call to tell what's bothering my brain, didn't you? You are really one half of my best friends and the best big brother we could wish for. Love you, man." The larger man snickered. "Love you too, bro. But that is not why you're calling me. Am I right?" Now Seth needed to grin and spoke up in an honest tune. "You are so right. I call you because I need to talk about business to you." Roman pulled up an eyebrow and ask firmly. "Business? With me? How come?" The younger man hesitated and pressed his cell to his ear. "Actually I want to talk to Dean about the stunt. I would like him to explain to me how he wants to pull this off. But he wouldn't pick up his phone when I call him. So I thought you could arrange a meeting between us." He could hear his brother inhaling deeply and trying to swallow his anger. "Is that all you can think about right now? Seriously Seth. Sometimes I don't believe the words that are coming out of your mouth. You didn't even ask me how Dean is doing. Is the business all you really care about? It feels like I don't know you anymore." Now Seth was mad at Rome who never was so unfair and over the edge with him before. "Roman, I'm trying to be responsible here. If I don't know how to pull off that stunt the right way I might kill Dean. And I was going to ask you how he's been but you didn't leave me any chance. Did I catch you in a bad moment or so? If you want I can call you back later." The first couple words he yelled in his phone but he wanted the older man to know that he tried to do the right thing. "Seth sorry. I didn't mean to but you caught me off guard. The whole thing with Dean is getting worse and worse. He isn't smiling, he only talks when he has to, his eyes are so hollow and he stopped eating properly. He scares the shit out of me. And the only thing he keeps saying, is that he wants to sleep. Just sleep the pain away. I don't know if he is really up to compete next week. He is just a walking puppet. I can't take this any longer. But I will talk to him that he needs to tell you how he wants to pull this stunt through." Seth was terrified. Dean . . . Dean played with his own life. And what pain did he want to sleep away? The thoughts in his head were running wild. Roman promised him that he would talk to Dean during their workout today. "I'll call you tonight to let you know if he'd agreed. See you soon, Seth." The young Samoan spoke after a short moment of peace and an audible breath. "One more thing, Seth. Would you please make up your mind, your hesitation might cost Dean's life. You know that no matter what you're my friend and I'll be there for you. But I don't know how long I can stand seeing him like this. Honestly Seth, it's killing me. The pain is so fucking gruesome. I want him back!" The two-tuned man thought for a brief moment and heard his big brother fighting tears. But that couldn't be. It shouldn't be. It must not be that way. "Whom? Rome, who do you want back?" That question cut Roman like a knife. He started to yell. "Ahh, Rollins. I want to punch you in your smooth face so badly right now. I can't believe you. DEAN! I want my brother Dean back. The funny, and chaotic lunatic who I love so much. And maybe when it's not too much to ask then I can have my other little brother back at my side too. The one who is too smart for his own good and always sweet and caring." Maybe what was happening to Dean right now wasn't Seth's fault anymore. But he had part in it because he made him vulnerable. Too vulnerable. "Sorry. I'm so sorry. But I actually refuse to believe that it's as bad as you say, Roman. Nothing can keep that guy down. Even if I have to admit his fighting changed a bit." Seth wasn't ready to let him know, that he was falling apart. All what he had heard was too much. Seth didn't want to know that Dean was hurting so badly because this way he could pretend that it was not too bad. But the emotions of his big brother were real. Much too real. Seth has never ever seen Mr. Powerhouse cry. Now the tall man with the grey eyes snapped. "How can you of all people say that? Don't you dare? Have you seen Dean at all this week? I have. I had to drive to his house last night and make sure he doesn't do anything he would regret. He cried himself to sleep, Seth. I wanted to comfort him but he wouldn't let me. He doesn't want to let anyone close to him anymore." The tall man hung up so quickly and the pretty face was left alone to think again. Seth didn't have a chance to respond. 'How could this be? Now my big brother is mad at me for the betrayal, too. And Dean, he wouldn't even let the grey-eyed caring brother be close to him. What have I done to Dean? How deep is that scare I caused? What pain wanted Dean to sleep away? Could I maybe help Dean to feel better?' The young man with the unique hairstyle closed his phone and started crying. He thought about everything he and his brothers had been through. That made him feel even worse. 'I gave up the 'perfect family' for a selfish plan and for my own goods, to safe my own ass. How can I make it right again? At least in our private lives.' It wasn't like it was supposed to be. Seth wanted his best friends back and he had to tell them and especially Dean why he turned heels on them without a word. He felt his cheeks blushing while he thought of telling the truth. But he needed them to know. He needed them to understand that he didn't have another chance to save all three of them. To get his mind of things, he pulled out his mp3-player and put on some running shoes. He locked the door behind him and ran and ran and ran. The young man knew his big brother would call only around 6 pm. So he had plenty of time. He needed to kill time.

So that was chapter number 4. And do you get slowly that I am in some ways just a sick person. Emotionally damaged and kind of lost in my own world but guess what. I f**king don't care. I love my life and my friends even though I still chasing my dreams. I hate people who tell me I need to stop writing because it's useless. They have now f**king clue it's just like a therapy to me just like a good live concert and a great tattoo.

Hope you had fun reading just like I had with writing the latest chapter.

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