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It had been a fairly hot day, clouds drifted steadily across the sky breaking the suns beat down onto the hot sand. Daytime would soon be coming to an end and Seth didn't want to leave the beach, however his mother had spent the last thirty odd minutes insisting that they should leave soon and he could tell that even she was slowly running out of patience. She wouldn't tell him though, he was having too much fun and she would often make a point of never really being truly angry at Seth for just being a kid. When he genuinely did something wrong (which wasn't very often) then it was fair game and if she wanted to she could make the walls crumble just by shouting his full name in that awful angry tone, but never for just being kid. Seth was usually a good kid and seemed to steer clear of those teenage tropes that his parents had feared where going to come his way and due to good behaviour he was often awarded an extra hour here and there, as long as it could be afforded.

Seth considered himself very lucky because his father was pretty much the same as his mom just a calmer version, the pinnacle of patience and he often found himself watching as Seth would wonder off with his mother, together into their own little world. He always told Seth that's how he preferred it, it made it more special but Seth never understood and told his dad that he often felt bad for leaving him out.

Seth could tell he was running out of time though as it started to get later on into the day and both parents had started to take that slight edge in their voices.

"Come on, Seth. My stomachs growling so loud, Rosie's growling back." She had pleaded with Seth after he had begged to stay for just another 30 minutes...again, but as if on cue he heard his mum's stomach make deep gurgling noises and just as she said she would, Rosie growled back in confusion. He laughed and grabbed Rosie in a bear hug, pulling her closer to him as her tail wagged playfully. He could still smell that salty sea smell that seems to crystallise into your skin when you'd been on the beach and sea all day.

His dad sat up and chimed in, "Come on Seth, you know your mum if she doesn't eat soon she'll turn into a Hulk."

"The Hulk, not A Hulk." Seth couldn't help but correct, which got him a smiling shake of his fathers head as he went past towards the car.

"Smart ass." He whispered jokingly.

It took them a little while to get all the bits together. It had been a brilliant day and Seth had spent most of it laughing and playing with Rosie as she tried to run off but always easily came back at the rustle of a pack of chips, she was a predictable greedy dog but he would have never changed her because in his eyes she was the perfect dog.

Eventually the car was loaded, though Seth wouldn't admit it, his mum had been right to decide to leave, the sun was still in the sky but the cold was starting to seep in and so quietly he put on a hoody before climbing in the backseat of the car where Rosie jumped in barking after him before yawning right in Seth's face. "Rosie," he laughed, "your breath reeks."

She didn't care though, she just lay her head on the chair next to his leg and stretched around on her spot while his dad started the engine.

His mum turned into her chair and smiled at him over her sunglasses, "shall we grab something to eat on the way home?"

"Ice cream?" Seth asked hopefully.

"I was thinking something more like burgers and shakes."

"A burger sounds good right now," his dad hummed in appreciation as her stomach grumbled in response, "I think The Hulk's tummy agrees."

They laughed and headed off away from the beach, Seth leaned against the car window watching the landscape drift by while his mum and dad talked in the front seats. It had been a pretty much perfect day and he couldn't deny that he was starting to feel the weight of exhaustion slowly climbing into his bones. His mum had asked him something and as he turned to see what she wanted astonishingly the moment froze. His stomach hit the ground and heart rose through his chest because it just didn't make sense. His mother looked beautifully perfect though, she wore that smile she always had and was looking straight at him with those amazing brown eyes. His dad was looking in the mirror, Seth could only see his nose and his mouth but he was smiling too.

If it wasn't for what was about to happen it would have been a wonderful moment that summed up the Rollins family perfectly but Seth was becoming more and more aware that this was not that moment. As if out of thin air a Jeep appeared behind his mum, and it was getting closer to the car as if it was moving in slow motion. There was a man sitting in the other car, he held a phone up to his ear squeezing between his head and shoulders, Seth watched as the awareness of what was about to happen seemed to rip his face apart as he jerked at the wheel, still in slow motion. Seth knew exactly what was about to happen. He shouted out for his parents and Rosie jumped from nowhere with the boom of a loud bark but it was too late. Time sped up quickly, as if it were trying to catch up with itself.

The sides crunched and glass sprayed, rubber burnt as it skidded everywhere and everyone was screaming. The car lifted off the ground and landed on it's back. There was a loud thud next to him as he gripped onto his own seat as hard as he could and watched as Rosie was suddenly on the roof (or was it the floor) unmoving. He watched as his mum's head snapped this way and that as if she was no longer in control of it. Something was on her face but Seth couldn't see what it was. He could hear his dad calling his name through the screeching and scratching of metal and sparks but that all stopped the moment the car slammed into a brick wall. Another unnatural sounding crack noise ripped through the car and his dad stopped shouting his name.

An odd silence fell through the air, and as hard as Seth tried he couldn't catch his own breath. There was something slick crawling over face and down his skin but every time he tried to touch it he felt sharp pain throughout his whole body. The world around him became fuzzy, Rosie's tongue was hanging out of her mouth and Seth couldn't figure out why she was upside down. Why anything was upside down. He tried to turn his head upside down with the world, this wasn't right. Something was off, he tried his hardest to piece together what it was but he couldn't figure it out through the fuzz in his mind. Someone was out side the car looking in his mothers window and he was shouting in but Seth couldn't hear anything except a deep buzzing. Seth braced onto the ceiling to get himself accommodated to this topsy turvy land as he undone his own belt. Oomph, he hit the roof, the floor, whatever it was, it hurt. He started to crawl to the front of the car when something had hold of him. It was the man, he looked familiar to Seth but he just couldn't place where from and as the man tried to pull him through the missing rear window Seth kicked at him angrily.

The guy didn't understand, he needed to get to his mum and dad. They'd tell him what was wrong. But the other guy was strong and had Seth out the car quickly, without knowing what was going on he was suddenly flung over the mans shoulder and was bouncing awkwardly to the other side of the ground. Something inside his own stomach was trying to get out as the world spun out of control around him. If the awful buzzing in his ears would just stop he might be able to figure out what to do.

He kept asking to be put down but the man didn't seem to understand and Seth was flung to the floor quickly. The man was touching him, doing something, it hurt and Seth didn't like it. He was about to say so but something clicked "I just saw you in that car." Seth's own voice didn't sound right, it seemed slow and rough.

The man froze, looked straight in his eyes and practically shouted out "sorry." Before pushing Seth back down and running to the car.

Seth tried to get back up, but his body wasn't responding right and the world kept tilting at odd angles. He spotted the jeep, the front had been caved in by something and there was spider web dancing on the shield. He didn't understand, wasn't that man just driving that car.

He turned to ask the man why he wasn't driving any more but he had already reached his dad's car. It was the wrong way round, Seth was just growing more confused and his head was really hurting him, his side felt like jelly and he wasn't getting off the ground like he wanted too. The man was by his mums window, he was doing something, pulling on something. He watched as his mum's hand slapped the floor as the stranger had her head twisted at an odd angle.

Seth tried to shout but something blasted through the air and suddenly the world was on fire. The whole area was bright, hurting his eyes, and the ground felt too warm. There was an unhuman shrieking and something was moving in the flames as if it was dancing. Seth squinted to get a better look, and there was the eyes of the man from the jeep. He was running toward Seth screaming as his skin boiled away. The shriek got louder as the flames grew closer and Seth shot up in his bed screaming and covered in sweat.

He jumped from the covers like they where trying to choke him and flung himself against the wall trying to grab onto something, anything. Everything looked familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. The world was spinning and his breath was running away. It took him a little while to even notice that he was in his own bedroom.

There was a bang on the door, the violently loud sensation briefly jarred him in the darkness of the room but seemed to awaken him from his deranged nightmares.

"Seth?" Roman knocked again, "you alright? Can I come in?"

Seth took in a huge gasp of air and steadied himself, reminding himself over and over that it was just his brother not the man on fire. "I'm okay." He said but it sounded raspy, scared and totally unconvincing. Shakily he walked over as the door opened slightly and he stood in front of his brother. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you." Roman rose an eyebrow, he was standing there in just his boxers with his hair messed up from sleep but before he could say anything else Seth quickly plastered a small smile on his face in the hopes it would at least semi convince him. "Honestly, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? I know you said not to call mum but I think..."

"...No, don't. Please." He tried his hardest to keep himself calm, the last thing he needed was to loose his shit so badly that Mama Reigns had to cut her vacation short. "I'll be fine, I promise. Get back to sleep okay?"

Roman gently tapped the door frame, weighing his options while pursing his lips before agreeing. "Okay, but if you need me I'm down the hall, okay?"

"Down the hall." Seth repeated, letting his brother know he heard what he was saying loud and clear.

"'Kay, night." With that Roman left and Seth closed the door over almost soundlessly and listened to Roman's footsteps back to his own room and the tell tale bed creak as the huge teenager climbed into it.

Seth didn't remember much of the day after lunch, it was all a blur. It all happened he just wasn't sure he was there for any of it. The class bell rang, Roman was outside and then he was in the car. Seth was sure there was shouting, he's not sure who it was but he's convinced at least some of it was Roman, he had no idea what was being said though. The world had seemed tilted, just like in his nightmares. They had gotten home and there had been a talk about ringing Mama Reigns, but Seth's sure he said no to the idea. He remembered eating something, although he didn't remember what it was and then he was laying on top of his bed. Nothing was clear, it all felt like it hadn't really happened. Even now Seth wasn't sure if it was all just another bad dream, he had been through this before in the last school did he really deserve it again? He leaned his back against the cool wall and noticed just how sticky he felt, the sudden urge for air was becoming overwhelming and he ran to his bedroom window and opened it. The air was spiteful and calming on his skin, creating harsh goose bumps and shivers all over his body but the freshness and purity of the night wind put him at ease.

Seth scanned the street up and down and noticed the light across the road in Dean's room. The curtains weren't closed like they usually were and sitting on the window ledge inside his room was Dean wearing some undies and a white wife beater. If it wasn't for the panic still wracking through his body, Seth was sure that that right there would have been the end of him. He noticed Dean staring at him and he just stared back. Neither moved for a good minute, each watching the other closely. Eventually Dean raised up his hand and did a sort of half wave with that lazy grin of his, Seth wasn't sure what to do but his own body seemed to have kicked into autopilot at some point and he found his own hand waving back.

This whole thing felt weird and right at the same time, it made the darkness not as lonely seeing Dean sitting there and seemed to soothe down whatever panic was quelling inside. Dean put up a finger to indicate one minute before running away from his window and Seth waited in the dark coolness of his own room already desperate for Dean to return as the panic played with his sleep deprived mind, he reached for the lamp on his desk and turned it on jut for something to do. When Dean returned he had a piece of paper and he held it up against the window, but Seth couldn't see what was on it and just shrugged. Dean looked around before pulling the paper away, doing something before slamming it back against the window. Seth squinted his eyes, it was a phone number, Dean must have gone over it in thick marker pen so it could be seen easier.

Seth walked to his bed carefully not to make any noise to draw Roman's attention and grabbed his phone before returning to get the number, the paper was gone though and Dean was scribbling something else. He slammed it against the window and Dean's face said it all, whatever was written was very important. "DO NOT RING! TEXT ONLY!"

Seth nodded to him finding he understood why more than he wanted to. Dean seemed reluctant to put the number back up but eventually he peeled away one piece of paper and replaced it while sitting on the window ledge again.

Seth typed the number into his phone, before pushing back some of his books and his laptop into the corner of his desk and sitting on top of it, he wrapped his small fleece blanket around his shoulders and leaned against his own window ledge. He opened his messages and started a new one.

SETH: Hey

DEAN: SERIOUSLY NEVER RING THIS PHONE

Seth got it, he wanted to ask why it is was so important but he could already hear Dean telling him to "drop it", so instead he decided to go along with it.

SETH: Promise.

Dean didn't reply straight away, he seemed to stare at his own phone screen as if all this was foreign to him. He looked quizzically at Seth for a minute, biting his lip as he did and Seth couldn't help but think about biting that lip too.

DEAN: You ok?

SETH: Yeah fine you?

DEAN: Heard what happened, you sure?

Seth wasn't used to this Dean, he seemed like he was genuinely concerned about him. In between texts he could see Dean staring at him, watching his every move. Seth didn't know what to say, "no I'm not okay, my whole world is falling apart again and I'm terrified". He didn't want to put that pressure on to Dean, wasn't sure if maybe Dean was just trying to be a good friend so instead of the truth he went for the simple answer.

SETH: Yeah.

Dean shook his head.

DEAN: Don't play poker. You're a bad liar.

Seth didn't say anything after that, he just looked at his own phone trying to figure out how to change the subject. How to get away from this nasty consuming topic. He had enough of it for one night. He had had enough of it for a life time.

DEAN: Thanks for the bagel. Bring cheese next time.

Seth laughed.

SETH: Bring you're own damn cheese.

The conversation went on like that for the rest of the night; both sitting, watching, waiting and replying. Eventually Seth looked up to the sky, Dean's gaze followed. The night sky was breaking and the sun was coming up, they had both been there all night and yet it had felt like no time had passed at all. He spotted Dean yawn for the first time all night, he stifled a yawn of his own.

DEAN: I'm not like you, I need beauty sleep pretty boy. Night.

Wait. Had Dean just called him pretty, okay maybe he was more sleep deprived than he noticed. Dean was just messing with him, that's what he was like. It was another jokey insult. Seth was sure.

SETH: Night, thanks for the company.

Dean waved and left the ledge quicker than Seth wanted him too. Seth wished Dean would sleep against the window so he could just watch him, make sure that Dean was okay and that everything was safe. He knew it was ridiculous, sleeping against the window had to be really uncomfortable and he's pretty sure watching you're friend sleep was stalker like crazy, but still he remembered Dean asleep at his side just a few nights ago and yearned for him to be there again.

Seth jumped off his desk himself, every bone and muscle protesting from the first real movement in hours as he stretched long and deep. He kind of flopped himself on top of his own bed and wormed his way into the blanket, the morning chill starting to feel real again. His phone buzzed again and he lifted it up from under the blanket.

DEAN: Don't let them get to you, everything will be okay. I'll see you tomorrow.

Then a quick buzz again.

DEAN: Get some sleep, Blondie.

He felt the smile slip onto his face, a tiny grin he couldn't remove and before he could reply or think of anything to say his eyes fell shut and didn't open again until the alarm went off for school.