Seth stepped into the hotel lobby next morning. He had gone out as early as possible to get some shopping done. On his way back from the bar the night before, he had passed a shop that sold band merchandise. He couldn't resist. Now moving into the lobby, his eyes landed on Christine that came out from the hotel's restaurant.

"Christine," he smiled as they met by the elevator.
"Morning Seth," she eyed his bags. "Got anything interesting?"
"I actually got something for you," he said.
"Really?" She asked.
"Do you have time to come up to our room?" He asked.
"Sure," she answered.

He let her into his room two minutes later and looked around.

"I wonder where they are," he said.

He picked up a note left on the table.

"Gone to the gym. Roman," he read out loud. "Oh well, guess it's just the two of us. Wait until you see this."

He dove into one of the bags and pulled out a Parkway Drive t-shirt in her size.

"That's fucking sweet!" She grinned. "Thanks, Seth. Let me try it on."

She pulled off her black tee and he had to swallow hard as she stood there in her black bra. He wasn't blind. She was an attractive woman and her breasts had the perfect size to her body. They looked natural too which was something he really liked. The bra disappeared as she put the band shirt on.

"How do I look?" She asked.
"Beautiful," he answered. "I mean, in a rockstar type of way."
"Nice save," she laughed. "Did you like my bra?"
"It was black," he tried.
"Seth," she laughed even louder. "It's okay. Be honest. Do you wanna fuck me?"
"Excuse me?" He asked.
"Because I wanna fuck you," she said.

Dean made it back to the hotel with his coffee. Roman had gone to the gym, and he had decided to find some coffee. A double espresso was what he needed. He hadn't slept well that night. He took the elevator up and unlocked the door. The sounds hit him before he had even pushed the door wide open, and he knew what he would find. He still walked in there and watched them for a few seconds. She was on her hands and knees with Seth behind her. It hurt worse than Dean could have ever imagined.

"You just had to do it, didn't you?" He asked.
"Oh my god, Dean!" Seth shouted.

He jumped off the bed and wrapped the sheets around him. Dean had seen him naked before but he had never seen him fuck a woman. Dean wasn't looking at Seth though. He was looking at Christine.

"You just had to do it," Dean repeated.
"What the hell are you mad about? You knew the deal from the beginning," she said.
"What could I possibly be mad about? How about you fucking me yesterday and now Seth?" He asked.
"You what?" Seth stared at her.
"It's just sex, Dean," she rolled her eyes. "The same with Seth. Just sex and nothing else."

She got out of bed and started getting dressed.

"Whore!" Dean growled.
"At least I know what I am," she got back in her boots. "What are you? You agreed to the terms from the beginning, yet you're lashing out because you apparently didn't get what you wanted. Like a fucking spoiled brat."
"Whore!" He growled even louder.
"You don't get to be mad. I was honest from the beginning. You knew the deal. You agreed. If you didn't want it, you could have stopped," she said. "Guess what, Buffy. When it comes to the two of us, you really are the bitch."

He threw his coffee cup into the wall, painting the light blue wall in an ugly brown colour.

"Leave!" He demanded.
"Dean," Seth tried.
"You too, Seth! Fucking leave!" Dean shouted.

Seth started to get dressed. She didn't wait for him to finish. Whatever Seth did from here wasn't her problem. She left the room and went down to her own room where she could be alone. Dean had no right. She had a feeling this was coming with him suddenly wanting to stay back and cuddle the night before, and that was why she had been so harsh on him later that night. She had cut him off, ready to cut him out of her life if she had to, and Seth had been there, ready to go for a quick fuck. Anything she wanted in a man. This shouldn't make her feel bad but it did. This was why she usually didn't sleep with the same partner over and over. It only caused problems in the end.

"Fuck you, Dean!" She sneered. "Fuck you, you little nuisance!"

It was clear to everyone that Dean was pissed off that night on RAW. He managed to keep it professional up until he had to punch Seth in the face. The punch he threw was very real and he didn't even look sorry. Seth would live. Nothing was broken and bruises came with the job. And Seth fucking deserved it.