CHAPTER SIX

It was a nice sunny day in Vegas. Roman carefully closed the door behind him, balancing two sodas in the other hand. It had nearly 40 degrees, so his first thought was about jumping into the pool but he didn't. At least yet. He watched Dean on his way back. Latter was kind of hypnotising the water in the pool.

"What bothers you, handsome?"

"Nothing."

"I told you, you can tell me everything."

"I know."

"So?"

Roman placed a soda on the table near Dean and sat down on the bench next to him. He opened is own can, took a sip and waited patiently for a reply. As nothing came, he spoke:

"Let me guess..."

Roman eyed Dean for quite some time. He somehow felt the struggle inside of him and just knew what was the problem. Again. Or still? Roman put an arm around Dean, dragging him nearer.

"You think this isn't gonna work, right? We already talked about it, if you remember."

Dean nodded. He didn't want to argue with Roman. He knew he was right. He knew it was worth a try.

"You said, you'll try. We'll try."

"I know what I said."

"We're gonna spend as much time as we can together. Like today."

When Roman was honest to himself, it was easier said than done. Since Dean got the chip on his shoulder, he was travelling around like a madman. He hardly got time for himself. How should he be able to spend some quality time with Roman?

"Yeah... you're right. But... maybe we should think about..."

Dean sighed.

"...moving together."

"Wow. A minute ago you thought about breaking up with me and know you say let's move together?"

"If you don't want to..."

"Who said I don't want to?! Dean, please stop it!"

This scene was playing in his mind again and again. It was his last free day a couple of weeks ago. Roman visited him in Vegas and they'd spend a nice day relaxing. After this conversation, they argued whether to stay here or in Pensacola together or to keep both places. But after all, it was a nice day as he recalled it.

He stopped crying about it maybe two hours ago. He was just lying there in the cold, fantasizing in his very own dream world. He tried to not concentrate on the pain he felt but failed miserably. It wasn't the physical pain that caused the most damage on him, inside of his head. Seth had played every single, desperate voice message Roman had left on Dean's phone. It was gut wrenching to hear Roman's voice and what he was saying.

God, he never knew he could miss someone so much. Dean wanted nothing more than call Roman and soothe him and tell him that it is all right, that HE is all right although he was very far from okay. At least it seemed, that Roman was still free and alive. It was Dean's only comfort. But he could never be sure that next time the door opens, Roman's got shoved down the stairs into the same misery than he was in.

He was shivering again. His stomach grumbled and started to hurt while he tried to get a comfortable position. Dean was kind of hungry but didn't feel it. He felt anything.

"Please... please be safe..." he whispered and tried to wipe his eyes with one hand. His swollen eye hurt as hell as he touched it a bit stronger than he intended to. He wondered if he would ever be able to see through it again normally. Or... if he'll ever escape this misery.

Dean didn't know that Seth was watching all the time, even when he wasn't with him down there. He had placed himself in front of the monitor, a cool drink in his hand, his legs on the table.

He could tell that Dean didn't ate the things that Seth brought him and it kind of made him angry. He might switch to sugared drinks or juice or anything like that, Seth thought. He wouldn't let him starve to death in his cellar although the thought of it was very, VERY tempting.

But he was in a good mood right now, so that was only another little problem he might have to deal with later. If Seth thought of keeping him any longer.

He got called by Stephanie a few hours ago. She said, that he's in the title picture once again and that he will transfer the title to RAW. Seth smiled as he recalled the call in his mind. So it just turned out how he imagined it. He only had to defeat John Cena in a TLC match and boom hello beloved title! He was very pleased with himself so to say.

He grabbed the last bite before he got up again, wandering around his house doing chores.

A few hours later, as his whole place was cleaned, he came up with the idea that maybe this was it. He got what he wanted, so there was no need for him to keep Dean any longer. Except maybe for his own pleasure. But he had to make sure that Dean wouldn't tell anyone his dirty little secret.

There might be another week or so to look forward. But he has a busy schedule until TLC so he had to get rid of him until that. When he made his way down he heard Dean groan. He was still lying on the floor, probably asleep, wincing in pain, but he wasn't really moving.

He kicked Dean's shoulder to get a reaction, but nothing. He waited a few seconds before he kicked again, this time a little harder, but again nothing happened.

"Always causing trouble..." Seth murmured and kneeled down beside him.

When he grabbed his hair he finally got a reaction. Dean tried to get rid of the hand in his hair, whining and writhing in pain. He didn't scream as Seth expected him to do.

„So you're still not eating." Seth pointed out.

„You know what that means, don't you?"

As he released his grip on Dean's hair, he stood up and Dean tried to get away from him. But he only got a few centimeter away before he felt Seth's foot on his back, pinning him down.

„You're ready for the next round?"

AN: Sorry guys for the delay. I wanted to post the latest chapter a few weeks ago but I was first stuck with writers block and then I became ill and I wasn't even in the mood to write and think of what could happens next. Second I'm kind of depressed that I'm still not cleared for hitting the gym again and I can't see it's getting any better, which sucks big time.

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