When Enzo woke up, he was in his bed. How come he kept waking up in bed with no memory of actually getting up to go to said bed? Was he sleepwalking again? Well, wouldn't be the first time.

When Enzo lifted his head he saw by the sun out of his window that it was way into the afternoon. Damn, he had been sleeping for a while. Well, who could blame him after the night slash morning they had had. Enzo smiled as he remembered. Lots of beer and lots of music was a sure recipe for a good time, and last night had been no different. Yeah, he definitely remembered drinking and dancing. Lots of dancing.

And then Enzo's face flushed when he remembered Roman's dancing. And Roman's stripping. And he remembered thinking about how sexy Roman was.

... And then how sexy Dean was.

Enzo squeezed his eyes shut. Damn, he must've been really drunk. He thanked his drunk self for managing to keep those incredibly inappropriate thoughts in his mind. And besides it wasn't really his fault for thinking all that. Roman had been half naked on his coffee table for god sakes. And Dean had been sitting real close to Enzo and just looking all kinds of fine. It wasn't his fault dammit. And besides. when incredibly intoxicated, havnig innappropriate thoughts about your travel buddies who happened to be in a relationship with each other was totally understandable.

Right?

Enzo nodded to himself. Damn straight.

Enzo finally sat up on his bed, and was grateful to see a bottle of water and an Advil at his bedside table.

Damn, these guys were so nice and so sexy and...

No! They were nice. Just nice, and that's all.

Enzo downed the headache pill and hoped his stupid thoughts would go away from with it.

When Enzo left his room, he was surprised when he saw that the living room was almost sparkling clean, with no evidence of last night's madness. He heard voices coming from the kitchen and went towards them. Roman and Dean were sitting at the kitchen table looking really damn-

NO Enzo!

As soon as he appeared in the doorway however, the murmurs stopped.

"Mornin' sleeping beauty," grinned Dean. For a second, Enzo wondered if his smile wasn't quite reaching his eyes, or if he was imagining it. He didn't have time to think about it because Roman was getting up.

"We got some breakfast when we were out. It ain't breakfast time anymore but you'll have to make do with a MacMuffin. Unless you want something else. We can get you something else if you want.

"Nah MacMuffin's great."

Roman guided Enzo to a seat at the kitchen table and set down breakfast burger on a plate in front of him. Dean fetched some orange juice from the fridge and poured Enzo a glass.

"You want ice?"

Enzo blinked. Okay, what was up with the five star treatment?

"Uh, no thanks,"

"You sure? Cause I could get you some."

"I'm... I'm good thanks."

Dean opened his mouth to make sure, but stopped when Roman slapped his arm. The two sat down at the table and watched Enzo as they waited for him to start eating.

Okay, Enzo was officially creeped out.

"Are you guys okay?" he asked slowly.

"What, us?" Dean scoffed, "Yeah we're good. We're great."

"Totally great," nodded Roman, "what... what about you? Are you good?"

"I'm great," nodded Enzo, frowning.

"Great." they said together with identical smiles.

Okay, this was weird, right? They were being weird.

"You gonna eat?" asked Dean, "You should eat. Eating is real good for you."

Enzo picked up the burger and took a bite, almost afraid of what would happen if he didn't. Dean and Roman just stared at him as he ate. After a few minutes, it was really uncomfortable.

"You sure you guys are okay?" Enzo asked again.

"We're great," grinned Dean.

"Totally great," nodded Roman, "How about you?"

Enzo blinked, "I'm great,"

"Great," they said together.

Okay yeah. This was definitely weird. And as the day went on, it only got weirder.

After having his breakfast slash lunch, which he had to force down because they were still watching him eat and it was creepy, he stood to put his plate away, but Dean basically pushed him down and beat him to it. After that he went to take a shower and Roman knocked a few times just to see if he was still good. And then later when it was time for dinner they didn't let him cook, they just ordered KFC and arranged it prettily on a plate, which was brought to him as he sat on the couch.

It was like they were trying to 'nice' him to death and he was seriously starting to get scared. When night came he bid them goodnight way too early and he sat on his bed hearing them walk around outside, occasionally stopping to see if he was okay. Enzo didn't reapond, pretending to be asleep. Eventually, they went to sleep too.

When morning came, Enzo dedided that it was best that they leave the house, because if he was offered one more cup of tea, he was going to lose it. When Enzo asked what they'd like to do, Dean and Roman spent quite some time telling him how they'd be happy to do whatever made Enzo happy. At that, he decided that he needed to punch something before he punched himself.

:::

It was early afternoon when they made it to the Performance Centre. They spent some time in the gym, Enzo and Dean mostly lifting weights and Roman mostly lifting Enzo and Dean. After a while of that, they went into the main romm of the Centre. It was more or less empty, only one of the practice rings occupied. Enzo smiled when he saw who was in it.

He walked over to the ring and hopped up onto the apron, "looking good ladies," he grinned.

The two bodies broke their lock and looked up.

"Enzo!" grinned Bayley, skipping over to him and giving him a hug over the top rope.

"Hey kid," he smiled into her hair.

"What's up Amore?" Sasha hugged him after Bayley, "Long time no see."

Enzo shrugged, "Too long. Chasing gold has got you girls pretty busy."

"The Number One Contender match is on Monday," said Bayley, jumping up and down, "We need to get ripped!"

Enzo laughed, "So you're here practicing?"

"All week long," nodded Sasha. Enzo tilted his head, "Wait, ain't you two going up against each other?"

"I know, it so exciting," grinned Bayley.

"Well how can you practice on each other when you're gonna be fighting each other? That's a surefire way to lose the element of surprise."

Sasha sighed, "Yeah I know, but you see any other sparing partners around here?"

Enzo scoffed, "Well what am I, a dummy?"

Bayley grinned, "You're right! Yeah, you stay here with Sasha, I'll ask Dean and Roman. I've always wanted a threesome with those two."

At Sasha's gasp, Bayley winced, "Did I say threesome? I meant... Triple Threat. You know, the match."

Sasha just glared at her and Bayley smiled sweetly.

"Okay have fun," she kissed her cheek before rolling out of the ring and going to the one Dean and Roman were in. Enzo laughed as Sasha shook her head after her.

"Well come on in and get your ass kicked kid," she smirked at him.

Enzo took off his shirt and climbed into the ring, "You know, I got a bone to pick with you," he said as they locked up.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah! How come I didn't know that you and Bayley are together until Carmella told me."

Shs scoffed, "Because you're a moron?"

Enzo sighed, "Why do people keep saying that?"

Sasha just laughed at him and he switched the hold so her back was against his front.

"Seriously though, I didn't even know that you played for both teams."

"I only play for one team Enzo." she grinned, spinning them around so his back was against her front."

Enzo frowned as he spinned around so that they locked arms again, "Hold up, no you don't."

"Yeah actually. I don't do dudes."

"You did me!" He said, "And last time I checked, I'm a total dude."

"That was last year," she chuckled, "And after you, I stopped doing dudes."

Enzo gasped, breaking the lock and staring down at her, "What?"

Sasha shrugged, "What?"

"I put you off of dudes?"

Sasha threw her head back laughing, "No that's not what I meant you idiot!"

Enzo didn't seem convinced so she went to him and held his face in her hands, "Enzo, you were a great fuck." she smiled, "You didn't put me off you just..." she thought about it for a while, "You were like my last hoorah. My last penis pal. My last dick kid. My last boy toy. My last cock kiss. My last-"

"Alright alright I get it," he grinned

Sasha laughed and pulled his face down to kiss his nose, "Now come on babe, are you gonna let me beat you up or what?"

For the next hour or so, Sasha did her best to work over Enzo, and she was doing a pretty good job. He was exhausted and sweaty and sore all over, and she looked mighty pride of herself. In the other ring, Bayley was having just as much fun with Roman while Dean sat on the ropes and pretended to ref.

When Sasha was about to perform her fourth Bank Statement on Enzo, they heard a loud scream from the other ring and both their heads snapped toward it. Roman was on the floor, Bayley down there with him with her legs wrapped round his back and bending his arms in ways arms should not bend.

"Okay you can stop now!" He yelled.

"Tap out!" she yelled back.

"No!" At that, Bayley pulled harder, eliciting another scream from Roman.

"Dean get her off me!"

"Sorry baby, you're gonna have to tap." shrugged Dean, "that's the rules."

"im not gonna tap!" Bayley pulled harder again, making Roman scream again.

"Why won't he just tap?" Sasha asked Enzo.

"He has a thing about losing."

Sasha laughed as she watched them, enjoying this almost as much as Bayley was. Taking pity on Roman, Sasha called over.

"Come on babe, let the big man go, you've humiliated him enough for today."

With a disappointed sigh, Bayley finally let go, and Roman groaned in relief, hugging his aching muscles to his chest.

"That was a good effort Reigns," she patted his cheek before rolling out of the ring and making her way over to Sasha and Enzo.

"Are you guys done?"

"Yes," Enzo answered quickly, "So done."

Sasha rolled her eyes, "Wimp."

"Great," Bayley hooked her arm through Enzo's, "I talked to Dean and Roman, and today, you're having a girls day with us."

"I am?"

"Yeah! You're gonna come home with us and we'll watch movies or whatever. Plus you can braid my hair. You know, you do it better than Sasha. She kinda sucks."

"Hey!"

"I'm sorry babe, it's true. You're a real disappointment to the black community." Sasha gasped and Bayley just smiled sweetly and kissed her cheek, "Come on Enzo." she pulled him from the ring, "I gotta tell you what my cat did to the bird next door, it's hilarious!"

She pulled him towards the shower areas chatting his ear off, leaving Sasha, Dean and Roman in their rings.

Still clutching his arms to his chest, Roman sighed, "She is a lot of work."

Sasha sighed with a smile, "Tell me about it."

:::

About an hour later and back in Enzo's apartment, Dean and Roman were in the kitchen flipping through takeout menus, trying to pick something that could pass as a home cooked meal for when Enzo got back from his day with the girls. With a loud sigh, Dean closed the last menu and pushed it away

"Dude I don't think this is working."

Roman frowned as he turned to Dean, "What?"

"This whole plan you came up with? Yeah, it's shit."

Roman put down the menu in his hand, "Excuse me?"

Dean sighed, "I was gonna tell you earlier, but I was hoping you were right, But you weren't right. This isn't working."

Roman crossed his arms with a glare, "Dean, we discussed this at length yesterday in the car. We agreed that-"

"Roman, we were in the car on the way from bailing you out of jail. We'd just found out that Enzo used to be suicidal and honestly, when you're that mad, I don't think ideas are always that great."

Roman gaped at him, "It's a good idea, Dean. It's working."

"Smothering him with kindness in the hopes that he doesn't try to kill himself? Come on Roman, that's the worst plan I've ever heard."

Roman glared, "We are not smothering him."

"We're smothering the hell out of him and it's starting to creep him out."

"No it's not," scoffed Roman, "Why would you think that?"

"He said so! Didn't you hear him when we were spotting him at the gym?"

"No, I was was busy tying his shoelace."

Dean threw his hands up, "You see! Do you hear yourself? It's creepy! We're being creepy. If I had to deal with us right now, I'd be creeped the hell out. Why do you think he left with Sasha and Bayley? To get away from us creeps!"

Roman rolled his eyes, "No, he left with them so we could come here and have loud sex."

Dean blinked at him and Roman shrugged, "Bayley told me."

"Well then why aren't we doing that?"

"Because you're being an ass!"

"I'm being reasonable," huffed Dean.

"Since when are you the reasonable one?" Roman glared.

"Exactly! Do you see what you've driven me to with all your creepiness!"

"How is being nice the same as being creepy?" exclaimed Roman, "We're being nice!"

"Nice and creepy," muttered Dean.

Roman slammed his fist against the kitchen table, "Well what are we supposed to do, Dean? We can't just sit and hope that Enzo doesn't try to kill hinself again!"

"He won't." said Dean, "I know he won't."

"But Cass said-"

"Who cares what Cass said? The man's a fucking weed."

"He's a weed whose known Enzo for years longer than we have."

"For all we know, he was lying"

"He wasn't lying," Roman shook his head, "He meant what he said, I know he did."

Dean sighed, rubbing his hand over his face, "Well what exactly did he say,"

"I cant be sure, his mouth was too full of blood."

Dean just glared and Roman sighed, "He just said that he wondered if Enzo would try to kill himself, since he's already tried twice before."

"Well... well we don't even know how long ago that was." he said.

Roman scoffed, "Does it matter? Dean this is serious? Twice in his life, Enzo was so low that he attempted suicide. Twice. We have got to make sure that he never gets that low ever again."

"And you think the way to do that is to treat him like a kitten."

"We're not treating him like a kitten," Roman rolled his eyes, "that's not the plan."

"The plan is stupid," said Dean.

"Oh, so now you're saying I'm stupid."

"Well if this is your grand idea, then yes, Roman, that's what I'm saying."

Roman's teeth grit together, "Well what do you suppose we do, Dean?"

Dean sighed, "Nothing."

Roman raised his eyebrows, "Nothing."

Dean shrugged.

Roman scoffed, "You want us to just sit around and wait to see whether or not he tries to kill himself again."

Dean sighed, "I think he's fine, Roman. Honestly."

"Fine? You think he's fine?" Roman scoffed, "Dean, in the past weeks we've known Enzo, the only time he's slept more than a couple hours is either when he's drunk or after a big match or when we're on the road. He only sleeps when his body forces him to, otherwise he's up half the night because of his nightmares. The guy who used to be his best friends said that he can't wait to see if he tries to commit suicide again. He's-"

"Okay, Roman, I get it."

"Then how the hell can you say he's fine?!"

"Because he's with us. We're there every time he has a nightmare. We stay up with him when he can't sleep. We're having a damn fight about how to keep him alive for god's sakes. He's with us, Roman. He's with you. So why the hell would he consider killing himself?"

"We don't know what happened the last two times," said Roman, "How are we supposed to just relax."

"We could just ask him," said Dean.

"And how exactly do we do that? 'Hey Enzo, Cass told us you tried to kill youself, what was that about?'" He scoffed, "Come on Dean."

"Well it's better than following him around with a bandaid. Which is basically what we've been doing. "

Roman exhaled loudly, "Okay. Fine. We'll stop trying to make him feel good. Happy?" he turned around and walked out of the kitchen towards their room. Dean sighed as he watched him leave.

When he got to the bedroom, Roman lay back on the bed and closed his eyes with a heavy sigh. He heard Dean come in a few minutes later. Dean lay next to him without a word. They sat in silence for a long time.

Dean broke the silence with a sigh, "You're not stupid," he said quietly, "I didn't mean that."

Roman waited a beat before answering, "I know," he said quietly, "I'm sorry I called you an ass."

Dean shrugged, "I know."

They went back to silence, but this time at least they weren't mad at each other. They both knew that they wanted the same thing. For Enzo to be okay. Neither man knew when they both started to care so much for the man. They just knew that they really did care about him, and they didn't want to see him hurt. And they were bound to have a fight or two about it considering they were both so different.

"What do you think they're doing with him?" asked Roman.

"Sasha and Bayley?" Dean shrugged, "I have no idea."

A sudden thought came to Roman and he let out a small smile, "You know, they took him so that we could have the place to ourselves and have some loud sex," he shrugged, "I think it would be pretty rude of us not to."

A huge smirk danced over Dean's face. He rolled over so that he lay on top of Roman, his chest flushed against his.

"Well we can't have that, can we."

Before Roman could respond, Dean lowered his head and caught Roman's lips with his. Roman's hands travelled up Dean's back as they kissed, one hand landing on his head and tangling in his short hair. Dean let out a soft moan as Roman's fingers brushed against his scalp. He pressed himself harder onto Roman's body, the clothed contact between their growing hard ones causing them both to groan.

Dean's hand went behind Roman's neck and he all but lifted his head off the bed, deepening their kiss. He sighed breathily as he parted his lips and felt Roman's tongue against his. Roman bit down softly on Dean's bottom lip and Dean ground his hips forward, eliciting loud moan from Roman.

Roman's hands slid back down Dean's back and he grabbed at Dean's ass and squeezed. Dean whined into Roman's mouth as he kept grinding down onto him, the hands on his ass pushing him even further down.

It didn't take long for the clothes between them to become unbearably constricting. Dean's hands slid under Roman's top and his hands ran up and down his tight stomach, resting on his hard nipples. Roman let out a shaky breath as Dean flicked and pinched him.

Quick as anything, he sat straight up, pushing Dean up with him. Dean immidielty took the opportunity to yank Roman's top off, and he did the same with his own. He dove back into the heated kiss, his hips still grinding down onto Roman's. Dean gasped when suddenly they were flipped over and he was on his back, his legs open as Roman lay between them. Thir lips and tongues never parted, even as Roman stared to unbuckle the belt on Dean's jeans. Dean was only too happy to help Roman out, making quick work of the belt and buttons and zipper. Roman's own sweatpants were a lot easier to take off, and before long they were both down to wearing absolutely nothing.

Roman thrust hard down onto Dean, their dicks rubbing hard together. Dean threw his head back into the mattress as he groaned out loud. Roman's lips found Dean's exposed neck and he left sloppy kisses all over him, biting and sucking as he went along, all the while grinding his now extremely hard dick against Dean's.

Dean's hands were clutching at Roman's hair and he pulled. The sharp pain in his head only drove Roman more and more.

"Fuck Ro," Dean groaned, wrapping his legs tightly around Roman's and thrusting up to meet Roman's own hard thrusts.

Roman's mouth detached from Dean's neck and he stared down at his lover with lustful eyes. The look of ecstasy on Dean's face only made Roman harder.

"Dean," he breathed, causing the man to open his eyes. He thrust hard up against Roman, simultaneously pulling hard at his hair, causing Roman's head to jerk back and his mouth to open and let out a loud moan.

"We should... we should get the lube," he groaned.

"Fuck the lube," breathed Dean as he lifted his hips, rightning his legs aruond Roman. He grabbed one of Roman's hands and slid three fingers into his mouth. Roman watched, breathing heavily as Dean sucked on his fingers. When Dean released the fingers from his mouth, they were replaced with Roman's lips. Their lips and tongues tangled together in heat, and Dean shuddered in pleasure when he felt Roman's fingers brush against his asshole. Roman bit down on Dean's lip and moaned in anticipation as his first finger slipped into Dean.

Dean's eyes squeezed shut as he felt Roman's finger slide in and out of him, and he let out a groan when another slipped in, and then another. Roman's fingers were fucking magic, and more than once, Dean had come from them alone, but today he was not gonna let that happen.

"God Ro, fuck me," he groaned, pulling back on Roman's hair so that he was looking him in the eye, "Now."

Roman was only too happy to comply. Dean whimpered at the loss of Roman's fingers, but he was empty only for a moment, because then he felt the tip of Roman's dick at his entrance. Breathing hard and heavy, Roman slid in slowly, cursing loudly as he did. Dean bit hard on the inside of his cheek as Roman began to fill him up. But he was going way too slow. He pulled Roman down hard with his legs, and in one hard thrust, Roman was fully seated in Dean.

"Fuck!" Roman cried out, throwing his head back.

Dean smirked through his panting, "You were taking too long."

Roman dove in for a sloppy kiss before taking both of Dean's hands and slamming them above his head, threading their fingers together.

He pulled out almost all the way, and then jerked forward in one forceful thrust. Just the way he knew Dean liked it. Over and over again Roman thrust into Dean with one hard thrust after another, nice and hard and slow, leaving the man under him a mess of moans and pants.

"God Roman please," Dean gasped, "Fuck, go faster." Roman only bent his head down to suck on the spot on Dean's neck that drove him crazy, all the while still keeping his arms above his head.

"Roman," he whimpered, "Jesus fuck please Ro."

Roman groaned into Dean's neck, keeping up with his slow, hard and torturous thrusts.

"Roman please," gasped Dean, tightening his fingers around Roman's. At this point he didn't even know what he was begging for, he just knew that he needed it. He needed it bad.

Roman smirked, lifting his face to look at Dean wit lustful eyes. He let go of one of his hands and slid it down his body, grabbing onto his ass and squeezing. Dean hissed in pleasure at the feeling of nails digging in to his skin, but he couldn't dwell on it hard because Roman's thrusts were starting to pick up in speed.

"God yes." Dean gasped, "Fuck Roman. Fuck go faster."

This time, Roman listened to him.

"Oh god!" Dean cried out, "Fuck yes, Ro!"

He moved hard and fast, the sounds of slapping skin and loud moans and frequent profanities filling the room. Hell, filling the apartment.

"Fuck!" Gasped Roman after a particularly hard tug at his hair.. He reached between their sweating bodies and took Dean's dick in his hand, tugging at it just as hard and fast as is thrusts.

"Jesus fuck Ro," came a deep growl.

Roman's answering moan all but shook the entire apartment.

Three times that day, Dean proved what he had said a while ago. Neither of them were quiet cummers.

:::

It was pretty late when Bayley dropped Enzo off. With a promise to hang out more often, he made his way up to his apartment. He'd had a great day with the girls. Watching movies and braiding hair as Bayley had said, but then a couple hours into the day, Bayley had told Enzo the real reason she had stolen him away from Dean and Roman, and for the rest of the day, all Enzo could think about was what the two were doing in there. And where they were doing it, And how they were doing it...

He was incredibly ashamed of himself for wondering such things, but some things couldn't be helped. He had tried to stop thinking about it, he really had, even resorting to slapping himself a few times. But Bayley had literally used the words, "Hot and loud fucking," so how the hell was he expected to just forget about that?

By the time he got to his front door, Enzo had imagined every single circumstance twice over in his head. As he slid the key into the door, a sudden thought came to him.

What if they were still doing it?

He froze with his mouth open, and then shook his head. No, he'd been gone for hours, surely they were done by now. But still... what if? Well how was he supposed to go inside now? What if he walked into that? But then again... if he were to walk in on that, that would totally not be his fault. Not at all.

He quickly opened the door and took a step in before stopping and listening. He stood like that for a while, and all he heard was silence. Okay then. They were done. Enzo walked fully into the apartment, and let out a long sigh. Whether the sigh was relief or disappointment, he honestly had no idea.

Enzo closed the door behind him before dropping his keys on the living room table. He took his jacket off and threw it onto the couch before heading straight for the kitchen. Dean and Roman weren't in there, so Enzo assumed that they were sleeping. Or possibly doing other things that...

NO Enzo!

They were sleeping and that was all.

Shaking his head for what felt like the thousandth time that day, Enzo opened the fridge and grabbed a much needed beer. All Sasha and Bayley had had at their place was Ice Tea and water. He popped open cap from the bottle on his way to his room, but before he went in, he noticed something weird at Dean and Roman's. Frowning, Enzo walked towards it quietly. The door was half open, and inside, Dean and Roman were in bed, seemingly fast asleep and tangled together, but that's not what had caught Enzo's eye.

No, it was the bags that were packed and waiting by the door. Enzo blinked as he stared at them. Both Roman and Dean's bags were packed and it seemed like they were ready to go. They'd never really been properly unpacked, seeing as they were only going to be here for a few days, but still, the difference between a bag just sitting there and a bag that was packed and ready to go was obvious. And those bags were packed and ready to go.

Where were they going? The show would be in Atlanta, Georgia on Monday so they'd all agreed to only start driving on Sunday morning.

It was only Wednesday.

Why were Dean and Roman packed and ready to go?

Were they leaving? Without Enzo?

Oh God. That was it. They were leaving.

Without him.

The realization hit Enzo like a brick in the face. He backed away from the room, his eyes still wide and staring at the bags that were packed and ready to go. Enzo turned around, not even feeling it as the bottle slipped from his hand and shattered onto the floor. He stumbled over his feet back into the kitchen and he all but fell onto the counter.

They were leaving.

Without him.

But... but why? Why were they leaving? Why didn't they tell him? Why didn't they warn him? Dammit, what was he thinking, why would they tell him, they were too damn nice. They were... Enzo gasped as he realised. That's why they were being so nice these past days. Oh god that's it. They wanted to leave all this time and they were trying to soften the blow.

Oh god they were leaving.

Enzo's eyes tightened shut, and he could feel his hands beginning to shake.

They were leaving. They were leaving without him.

Enzo didn't want them to leave. He needed them to stay.

He hated to admit it to himself but it was true. He needed Dean and Roman to not leave him, but the were and there was nothing he could do about it.

No, no there had to be something. They couldn't leave him alone. He didn't want to be alone again. He couldn't be alone again, he couldn't do it. He didn't want to do it. He needed them to stay. They had promised that they wouldn't do what everyone else did. They couldn't just leave him alone like this.

He felt his throat start to tighten and his breaths came in short gasps.

Enzo clutched as his throat and tried to swallow, but nothing would go past the lump in his throat. Oh god not this again. His throat was too tight and he was breathing weird and everything was blurry and his hands were shaking.

God, please not this again.

Enzo bit down hard on his lip, hoping that it would pass and his body would go back to normal, but all he could think about were their bags that were packed and ready to go and everything just got worse. It got to the point where he could barely breath anymore, and he stumbled over to the sink, grabbing a glass and filling it with tap water. He lifted it to his lips, but it slipped from his hand and smashed into pieces on the edge of the sink. Enzo tried to catch the glass, but only succeeded in pressing his hand down onto the broken pieces. He didn't even notice as the glass cut into his skin, only grabbing for another.

"Enzo?" he heard behind him. He froze for a moment at Dean's voice, but then went back to filling up the glass.

"Hey," he said shakily, lifting the glass to his lips, this time, he managed a couple of gulps before his trembling hands lost grip again, sending the glass to the floor. Enzo didn't try again this time, only holding onto the edge of the sink, which was still covered in shards of broken glass. He didn't even notice.

"Enzo!" Dean said loudly. Enzo barely heard him, only focusing on trying to breath and trying to keep his hands from shaking so much.

"Enzo? Enzo what's going on." When Dean spoke again, he was right behind Enzo.

"Nothing." He said quickly, "N-nothing, I'm fine,"

"Dude, you're not looking so good." He placed a hand on Enzo's shoulder, but the smaller man jerked away with a gasp.

"I'm fine." he gulped, "I'm fine. I'm... I'm fine."

"Enzo-"

"I'm fine." He said again. It wasn't getting any better. His hands were still trembling and his legs were barely holding him up anymore. Dean kept asking what was wrong with him and Enzo kept lying and saying nothing, and it was only getting worse, because they were going to leave.

Enzo had to get out of here. He pushed away from the sink and tried to walk around Dean without looking at him. He only managed a few steps before his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he legs gave out under him.

Dean watched in horror as Enzo blacked out and fell down. He managed to jerk forward fast enough to catch him before he could hit the floor. He stared wide eyes at his unconscious face.

"Roman!" Dean shouted, his eyes never leaving Enzo. Roman was there within a few seconds, and he gasped at the scene in the kitchen. He was shocked by the broken beer bottle at their door and the two broken glasses by the sink and what looked like blood on the edge. And then he saw an unconscious Enzo in Dean's arms on the floor.

He ran to them and fell to the floor, "What happened?" He demanded.

"I don't know!" Dean answered, his eyes wide and comfused and scared as he looked up at Roman, "I don't know! He- he was acting weird and he kept dropping glasses and he was shaking and he was hyperventilating and then he tried to get away and then he... and then he just blacked out!"

Roman felt Enzo's head with the back of his head. He was horrified to feel the cold sweat on his forehead, "Whatt the fuck," he whispered quietly.

"Roman what's wrong with him?" demanded Dean.

Roman shook his head, his eyes not leaving Enzo, "I don't... I don't know. I think he had a panic attack."

"Panic attack?" Dean exclaimed, "Why? What happened, why would he be having a fucking panic attack?"

Roman shook his head. He had no idea.

"We need to get him to his bed."

Before Dean could say anything, Roman's arms slid under Enzo and he lifted him up with ease. Dean got up off the floor, surprised to see his own hands shaking. He ran ahead of Roman to open the door to Enzo's room so Roman could lay him on his bed.

Once he was down, the two stood by the bed, looking at him. They looked at each other and saw that they had the same look of worry etched on their faces. They looked back at the pale man on the bed. What the hell could he have been panicking about?

:::

Ten minutes later, Enzo still hadn't woken up. Dean and Roman were sitting on either side of his bed, waiting. They'd placed a damp towel on his forehead, and now they were just waiting. They'd wanted to fix up his hands, but decided to wait until he woke up. So they just sat there. Waiting.

"Are you sure we shouldn't be doing anything?" asked Dean for the hundredth time, "Should we slap him? Or like, pour water on him or something?"

Roman shook his head with a sigh, "If we do that we'll be scaring him awake. I don't think it's a good idea after having a panic attack."

Dean sighed in frustration. He pushed off the bed and went to pacing across the room, knowing that if he sat still anymore, he'd drive himself crazy. Roman didn't move from the spot. Just stared at Enzo and waited for him to wake up.

And wake up he did.

His eyelids started to flutter, and then his head turned to the side. Roman gasped.

"Dean," he called him over.

Dean rushed to his side of the bed and sat as they waited for Enzo to fully get up.

Enzo's eyes fluttered open, and he had to blink several times before his vision cleared. When it did, he saw the two faces start down at him. He tried to sit up, but a hand pushed down gently on his chest.

"No no," Said Roman, "No don't move just yet,"

Enzo lay back down slowly, feeling something sliding down his face. He reached up and gasped, feeling a stinging in his hands. He shook the towel off his face and looked at his bloodied hand, glass shards still slightly embedded.

Oh. Right.

"How are you feeling?" asked Roman.

Enzo gulped, "Fine,"

"Bullshit," scoffed Dean softly.

"I'm fine," Enzo said again.

"Enzo," said Roman, "You had a panic attack."

Enzo scoffed softly, "No I didn't."

Dean and Roman glanced at each other.

"Enzo-"

"I didn't. I don't get panic attacks. I just... I had a bit of an accident and slipped and fell. I'm good. I'm fine."

It didn't take a genius to see that he was lying through his teeth, but Enzo was gonna give it a shot anyway. He hoped that they would at least pretend to believe him.

Roman reached for the bedside table and lifted something that made Enzo's stomach drop to his shoes.

"I... I was looking for a first aid kit," said Roman, "And I found these." He held up the bottle of pills, "They're anxiety meds. For panic attacks."

Enzo stared at the pill bottle, "I don't... I don't really need those. They're just... just in case."

"In case of something like today?" asked Roman.

Enzo bit down on the inside of his cheek. What was with this guy and not letting things go?

"I don't got anxiety, " he tried again.

"I'm not saying you do."

"I just... sometimes I worry a lot about things I shouldn't worry about. And then I sometimes gotta take those pills."

Roman just nodded, deciding not to mention the fact that he had just given the definition for anxiety, "Alright then."

Enzo nodded, and he didn't say anything after that.

Roman got the hint, "Alright, let's take care of your hands."

Enzo shook his head, "You don't gotta-"

"Shut up and hold out your hands," Dean said through gritted teeth. Enzo didn't dare say no.

This time they let him sit up as they took a hand each and worked on it with tweezers from the first aid kit.

They worked in silence, not asking him anymore questions, and Enzo was grateful. But there was still the nagging in his own mind That wouldn't go away,

Enzo swallow and clearned his throat, "Uh, I... I noticed your bags are kinda like.. packed. Are ya... are ya leaving?"

He had meant to be a bit more subtle than that, but it was out now, and he was holding his breath.

"Leaving?" Frowned Roman, "Leaving where?"

Enzo blinked, "I... I don't know. Georgia?"

"Georgia? I thought we agreed on Sunday. Did you wannna leave early? I guess we could find a good enough hotel for the rest of the week."

Enzo blinked at him, "No. No I don't wanna go I just... I... your bags are packed so I thought you wanted to leave. You know... without me."

Dean and Roman both looked up at him, and then at each other as they realised.

"No." said Dean firmly, "Are you kidding? Why the hell would we do that? We just packed our stuff cause we were gonna move into Cass's old room. Why the hell would you think we want to leave?"

Enzo just blinked at him. And then at Roman.

"You're... you're just changin' rooms?"

"Yeah," shrugged Roman, "It's bigger."

Enzo blinked, "Oh."

"Why'd you think we were gonna leave?" frowned Dean.

Enzo shook his head, "I don't know." he said honestly, "I guess my mind just goes there."

Roman sighed, putting down Enzo's now de-deglassed hand, "We're not gonna just leave Enzo."

"Yeah," said Dean, "We promised, remember? You gotta trust us man. Don't you trust us?"

Enzo looked from one man to the other for a long time without saying anything. He didn't think he'd be able to speak over the lump in his throat, but he surprised himself when he did.

"I do." he said softly.

He was even more surprised when he realised that he meant it.

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Hello again.

Leeh here

I'm just taking this opportunity to thank all of you for reading and reviewing and following and stuff. Especially to those of you who review because those things are awesome. There're a few people who review like every single time and you guys are just the best people ever and I love you very much.

And to those of you who don't review, that's okay too. Even though it hurts, *insert single tear roll here* it's cool, I forgive you.

And also, just as a heads up, I might take a little longer with the chapters from now on because I published another story and I'm also working pretty hard on that one. But honestly it shouldn't affect 'Broken Pieces' because I'm really enjoying writing this. And besides, I do very little sleeping, so it's all good.

Oh and also, now that I'm a Fanfiction writer with two (TWO!) published (albeit incomplete) stories, I'm feeling pretty official, so I think I'm gonna just go ahead and call myself an author because it sounds all professional-like.

Okay, that is all.

Byee

WAIT THAT IS NOT ALL!: I don't know if you noticed, but I wrote some smut up there. ;) ;) ;) ;) Considering I'm not a guy and I have no actual idea how penis sex works, I think I did a pretty decent job. How about you? (If you hated it though, don't tell me, you can keep that to yourself, thanks)

P.S: I realize that I sometimes leave long A/Ns. Next time, feel free to just skip it, because they usually aren't that important anyway.

Okay Im done for real now.

Bye bye.