"I can't marry you." Seth whispered, closing the box and setting it down on the floor in front of him.
"What? Why not?" Dean asked Seth felt bad, Dean was gripping his own hair in nervousness and Roman was set Phaith in Seth's arms to take Dean. They would leave even if Seth did have their daughter.
"I just can't." Seth whispered, tears running down his face.
"Seth..." Roman whispered, reaching his hand out and took Seth's free hand in his own.
"I don't want you two to have something that's broken." Seth whispered.
"Seth, you're not broken. You're perfect." Roman whispered as Dean clasped Seth and Roman's connection. Seth pushed away their hands and undid the buttons of his shirt.
"I'm 50 pounds underweight and still losing weight. I can't stop anymore. I'm broken. You shouldn't have something broken on Christmas." Seth said shaking as he showed them his caving stomach. He was right by their looks, but Roman still took his hand back and Dean hugged him as Roman got Phaith.
"Seth, neither of us care if you're broken or not. You're ours, Honey, and we'll put you back together no matter what." Dean said, taking Seth's face and angling it up to his own. Seth hugged him, more tears slipping down his face.
"Thank you." Seth whispered.
