Raw:

Dean screamed in agony and frustration as Bray Wyatt had him in a head lock. Triple H had put Dean in this match as "punishment". Dean didn't really see it as punishment, since he has faced Bray more times than he can count.

As much as Dean wanted to deny it though, he was getting punished right now. Bray had lunged at Dean in the corner, watching as Deans body went limp and he fell to the mat.

"Are you ashamed of yourself?" Bray chuckled at the fallen man, as he began to stir. Bray laughed as Dean crawled. Bray pulled Deans hair and slapped him, then pushed into the corner where he suplexed Dean. Deans body flapped onto the mat.

"How do you feel? Talk to me, Dean!" Bray said, bending down. Dean crawled up to his feet and Bray punched him in the face, causing him to fall back into the corner. Bray was going to flatten Dean in the corner again, but Dean kicked him in the face and readjusted on the top rope. Bray was still recovering with the kick, but that didn't stop him from elbowing Dean in the gut, causing Dean to fall out to ringside.

Bray went after Dean, which resulted in both of them down, since they both went for a clothesline. The referee was almost up to the ten count, when both men got back into the ring at nine and a half. They both crawled to each other smiling, until their foreheads touched can

Dean hated to admit it, but he and Bray had chemistry.

Bray through the first punch, firing Dean up. Dean fought back with punches, chops, kicks, anything. He aligned himself on the top rope and went for an elbow drop on Bray. Bray was down and all Dean had to do was capitalize, but the punishment he endured before was coming to him. He crawled with all strength to Bray. He was almost there when…

The lights went out and then the Wyatts appeared. Dean looked around. Luke Harper, Erick Rowan, and Braun Strownman. Dean was surrounded. He charged at the first person he saw, Luke Harper. Bad idea.

Luke Harper held Dean in place, as the other Wyatts attacked. Dean was punched until he fell to the mat. The Wyatts continued with kicks, causing Dean to curl up into a ball. Bray watched on as the broken man tried to protect himself. Bray eventually pushed his boys off of Dean. Bray straddled Deans back, then hit Dean with some punches of his own. Dean tried to cover the back of his neck, but Bray was relentless.

Bray picked Dean up, positioning him for his signature move "Sister Abigal". Bray kissed the top of Deans head, before face planting Dean to the mat. Deans unconscious body laid unmoving on the canvas of the ring.

The Game, Triple H's music played and walked down to the ring, smirking. He was gonna get a piece of Dean.

Hunter looked down at Dean. He was a groaning, gasping, and coughing mess. Triple H was about to begin his attack when he sensed a presence behind him. Bray Wyatt. Bray Wyatt stared down Triple H, then stroked the title. Triple H stared at Bray oddly. Bray then took a quick glance at Deans broken figure before heading out of the ring.

Triple H left the ring and took apart the announce table. He went back into the ring, certainly not expecting Dean to get up and catch him with his signature move, "Dirty Deeds".

The crowd roared in excitement. Deans picked up the title and lifted it over his head, as his theme song played.

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Dean was packing his bag, getting ready to go, when his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and beamed with joy

"Hey baby boy. I'm so proud of you for beating the shit out of that asshole" Romans deep voice on the other side of the phone.

Dean giggled "I don't think I beat the shit out of him, but I did get some revenge."

Roman chuckled "…I miss you"

"I miss you too, Ro. I'll be there Wednesday morning. I'll leave right after Smackdown." Dean said, softly.

"Can't wait to see you.…Well you should get going, baby. I love you and be careful, okay?" Roman said, softly.

"I will, Ro. Love you too." Dean said, before hanging up and leaving the locker room.

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After Roadblock:

Dean was so angry. He had that match won, but he fucking got screwed over again.

Dean screamed in frustration and hit the wall. Dean continued throwing chairs around, kicking, and punching any object in front of him.

Brock was on his way to speak to Paul when heard yelling and stuff being thrown around. He tried to ignore it and continue walking, but something dragged him there.

He walked to where all the ruckus was and saw Dean throwing a tantrum. Dean was too busy hurting himself and any object around him to even notice Brock. Brock watched on a bit, until he felt like it was enough

"HEY!" He yelled.

That finally caught Deans attention. Dean turned to him, still clearly fuming in anger. "Here to kick me when I'm down?!" Dean exclaimed, his fists clenching.

"Fucking relax" Brock said, sternly.

Dean chuckled coldly "Relax? Are you kidding me? You have no fucking idea what I've gone through for the past few weeks. And you have the fucking right to tell me to relax?!" Dean yelled.

"Y'know what, I was being subtle and telling you to relax, but you're being a complete piece of shit. So maybe you fucking deserved it. Maybe you deserved what you've been getting in the past few weeks. Maybe those beatings you get time and time again could teach you something!" Brock exclaimed, and immediately regretted it.

Deans eyes went from anger and fury to pain and self-hatred. Dean bit his lip, as tears formed in his eyes.

Brock looked into Deans pained eyes. He knows what Deans gone through and he shouldn't have said what he said. Dean has gone through absolute hell. Brock basically said that Dean deserved getting abused and raped by Seth, that Dean deserved getting sent to a hospital by Brock, that Dean deserved to be beaten to a pulp by Triple H.

No matter how much Dean used Brock, Brock couldn't say that he's been through as much pain as Dean has. No one deserved that kind of treatment. Especially not someone like Dean, who has been through hell his whole life and is continuing to go through it.

They stared at each other for a few intense moments until…

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded "You're right, I do deserve it.…Just please fucking put me out of my misery." A few tears rolled down Deans cheeks.

"Dean, I'm not gonna do that" Brock stated, with tears nearly coming to his own eyes.

"Why? Please I-I can't do this anymore. If you hate me enough, just do it. Please." Deans voice cracked.

Brock couldn't believe what he was hearing. Has Dean always felt this way? Brock knew that Dean was in pain, but he didn't think that Dean had thoughts like this. Dean wanted Brock to possibly beat him to death.

"Oh my god, Dean" Brock rushed over to Dean and softly wrapped his arms around the small man.

Dean sobbed into Brocks arms. "I…don't…want to be here…anymore" Dean said between sharp breaths.

"Dean please don't say that." Brock said, as a few tears went down Brocks cheek.

Dean unhooked from Brock and looked up into Brocks eyes. Dean

shook his head. "It's only gonna get worse. Please, you hate me, just end it, already." Dean begged.

"Dean, I'm not gonna hurt you. I don't know what I'd do if you were to-" Brock cut himself off, with tears in his eyes. "I don't hate you, Dean. I hate what you did."

"What I did was wrong. I don't deserve to be here. I've made too many mistakes.…I'm a fucking mistake. Brock…if you don't end it, someone eventually will. I don't want to wait, anymore. I'm not accomplishing anything by waiting. I'm never going to a champion and I'm sure as hell not going to beat you at Wrestlemania. There's no point to wrestling anymore, there's no point to living, there's no point to…me" Dean said, with tears in his eyes. Dean shook his head "I-I really don't want to die, but I should." Dean said, causing Brock to take him into his arms.

Brock shook his head "No, no, no I don't want you to die. Please don't say that anymore." Brock didn't realize it, but he was crying, as well.

They laid in each other's arms for a bit.…

"C'mon let's go" Brock said, softly. As he wrapped an arm around Deans waist.

Brock watched as Dean limped. Brock had done some of that. After Brocks attack on Dean, his opponents target all of the weak spots that Brock created. They would hit Deans neck, back, ribs, side.

They were both busy in their own thoughts until…

Clap, Clap, Clap. Bray Wyatt and Luke Harper came out of nowhere.

"Well it isn't, shall I say, Beauty and the Beast" Bray said, huskily.

Brock immediately stood protectively in front of Dean. "What the fuck do you want, Wyatt?" Brock asked, harshly.

"Why so frustrated, Beast? You don't want scare MY 'beauty' do you?" Bray asked, looking at Deans fearful face.

"He's not yours, Bray. You've hurt him way too many times." Brock stated.

Bray laughed. "It's quite amusing coming from you. I've never seen him this way, before. He was a puzzle, back then, that just needed to be put together. Now he's broken, because of you." Bray said, anger coming to his voice.

Dean looked down, maybe Bray was right. He is broken. Brock looked at Dean, who seemed affected by what Bray was saying.

"Dean he's lying. You're not broken, just hurt." Brock said softly to Dean.

"Am I Dean? Who told you that that weasel would hurt you? Who told you that the beast will turn on you?" Bray asked.

"I didn't turn on him" Brock said though gritted teeth.

Dean looked up at Bray with hurt in his eyes. Right before Seth started abusing Dean, Bray had approached Dean telling him that Seth was no good. Dean didn't believe him though.

Dean tapped Brocks arm. "I wanna go, please, right now" Dean said, quietly.

Brock nodded, putting an arm around Deans waist. Brocks eyes didn't leave Bray, as he lead Dean to the locker room.

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Brock had asked Dean if he'd like to room with him. Dean had hesitantly said 'yes'.

They had just settled into the hotel room and were getting ready for bed.

Dean had changed into his bed clothes, then went out on the balcony. (The hotel they were in was really expensive)

A breeze came and Dean shivered.

Life is what you make of it. Life can be worth living, or it cannot. It depends on what you do. If it's a living hell, it can't be worth living. Can it? Deans head was about to explode.

He hadn't noticed the tears that came down his face and the large arms wrap around his upper body.

"Is it true?" Dean asked, softy.

"Is what true?" Brock asked.

"Is life what you make of it?"

"It is true. If you want to make yourself happy, then you'll be happy. If you don't want to be happy, then you're not going to be happy" Brock stated.

Dean thought about it for a few moments and then spoke again

"Is it true?" Dean asked, once again.

Brock looked confused. "Yes Dean, I already-"

Dean cut him off "No not that. Is what Bray said true? Am I broken?" Dean turned around to look Brock in the eye.

Brock didn't reply which made Dean nervous.

"It's true. I-I'm broken" Dean said, beginning to sob once again.

Brock hugged Dean tightly, then led the sobbing man back into the bed room.

They got into the king sized bed. Dean snuggled up to Brocks chest, his sobbing had toned down a bit.

"I know you're hurting, Dean-" Brock was cut off by Dean.

Dean shook his head. "Brock, I-I'm scared. I'm so, so scared" Dean sobbed into Brocks chest.

Brock never thought he'd hear those words come out of Deans mouth.

Brock gently stroked Deans face, then wiped away the tears. He looked into Deans pained blue eyes, then captured his lips. Dean kissed back, moaning into the passionate kiss. They broke off in need of oxygen.

Dean buried his head into the crook of Brocks neck.

Dean needed what Brock has given him, compassion and pity, even if he thought it wasn't completely sincere…