A/N: I highly suggest reading the previous chapters since they will have a major role in this epilogue. (*hint: Each of the alters' hand gestures and eye colors.) So anyway, I hope you enjoy the epilogue to 'Tell me who You Are'.
[10 months later…]
"Dean, are you dressed yet?!" Seth called out for the umpteenth time in over ten minutes. He fiddled with the hem of his GLMR Kills shirt once more, impatiently waiting for his lover to come downstairs.
They were invited to Roman's family's reunion and Seth had been ready to leave ten minutes ago. They still had to drive the whole two hours over to Roman's house and the younger wrestler didn't want to have any problems with traffic, which was to be expected in the holidays.
Dean came downstairs, dressed in a decent pair of pants, sneakers and a plain black shirt. He had a beanie in each hand: One was a powder blue and the other had this tribal print on it.
"Will you calm the fuck down?" He asked, not looking away from the beanies in hand. "Which one should I wear?"
Seth rolled his eyes. Sometimes, Dean was a bit fussy when it came to dressing up. "The blue one. Can we go now?"
Dean threw aside the tribal-printed hat and put on the blue one. "Okay, okay. Let's go."
It turns out that there was no traffic at all and the two got to their destination with no trouble. Seth parked his car as Dean got out to stretch his legs. It was well after 6:30 in the evening and the two-toned man knew that they were a bit late thanks to Dean's stalling.
The party was amazing: The food was great, everyone was kind and polite and they even played a few games alongside the Samoan family. Roman was clearly having a great time talking to his family members and his guests.
Dean, however, sat on the couch in the living room. Seth had noticed that ever since they arrived, the blonde didn't participate in any of the activities of the party. Seth sat with him and offered him a drink, which the older man silently declined.
"What's wrong?" He asked, setting the cup on the coffee table in front of them.
The silent man's hand kept tapping at his thigh, flexing and unflexing, just completely random hand gestures. " I feel uncomfortable."
"I know you do. But I promise we'll get back home early."
A stormy shade of navy blue looked at him, trying to see if he was genuine in his promise or not. "You better make sure of that promise, Tyler."
"I'm sure of it," Seth replied, a small smile spreading his lips. "Don't worry, Mox."
A/N: SHORT! Yes, I know it's short and it gives a vague answer if Dean really go through with the treatment. The clear answer, if you're really confused, is:
No, he did not go through with it. I might explain why not in like a follow-up one-shot in the future. But it's entirely up to you guys if you want me to, or not because you're probably tired of reading about Dean having DID. So…yeah, there's the epilogue thing-y. Thanks for reading and I'll see in the next one!
