(for story info, see Part 1)
Part 10:
After the kiss, Dean made sure that Seth got his pizza. The staff voted unanimously that he gets it free too. Becky was less tactful in her infatuation: "Loverboy is hawt! Can we keep him?" With a promise to call later, Dean was able to close out the night without any more drama.
The next day…
"Please leave a message after the beep."
BEEP
"Hey Seth. It's Dean. I did promise that I would call. Call me back when you get a free minute. You know the number. Later."
Dean places his phone on the counter. He picks up the receipts that are next to it with every intention on looking over them. However, his brain has other ideas. It starts mulling over what happened last night. Seeing Seth. Pizza on the ground. Seth. Carmella trying to hug him. Seth looking good with his hair down. Kissing him. The applause-
"Ambrose!"
The curly haired blond man jerks from the sudden noise then second later groans in annoyance. He had been caught daydreaming. Dean can feel his face heat up as he turns to face best friend. Roman responds with a snort.
"Shut up." Dean growls, although there's no bite to it.
Roman just smiles and shakes his head. The men fall into a comfortable silence as they go back to their individual tasks. After a few minutes Roman looks back at Dean.
"What are you going to do about Carmella?"
After getting home last night, Dean told him about the incident with Seth and Carmella. Dean places down the receipt in his hand then picks up his phone.
"I'm meeting up with her today. I'm gonna talk to her and put this shit to an end." Dean says as he scrolls through his text messages.
"Here's hoping she gets the message. If not, Nia will make sure she does."
Dean laughs softly. It's no secret that Roman's cousin has no love for the bar waitress. Ever since that shouting match that almost ended in a brawl between the ladies, Nia has been waiting for the moment to get back at Carmella.
"Carmy is a nice person. Just has her priorities messed up."
"Uh huh."
While some people are happy about Seth and Dean, there is one person that isn't. They don't notice that Carmella is watching them from across the street from her car. The pizza had been tossed carelessly in the backseat. The scorn is clearly etched into her pretty face. She has to get rid of this Seth guy, one way or another. No one takes her claim. No one.
When Seth drove away from the pizza shop, Carmella decided right there that she would follow him. She kept a distance behind his car but made sure to keep him in her sights.
"Midtown Heights?" she pondered when she recognized the neighborhood they were driving into. "What the hell is he doin' in Midtown Heights?"
This guys is eating street food and he lives in the rich part of town? Something doesn't add up.
Seth's car made a right turn and she sped up a little to catch up. As soon as she made the turn, she's instantly confused. Pretty eyes narrowed. She did see him turn down that road, right? He couldn't have gotten home that quick. Carmella slowed down her driving as she tried to carefully look for black car. It's as if it just…vanished!
Dean steps through the doors of Taste of Tenillle, a bistro café in the arts district of the city. A hostess shows him to a table. Ten minutes later, in walks Carmella. Dean lets out a silent "wow" when he sees her. Not in a breathtaking way, but a "what are you doing?" way. It may be a lunch meeting, but the honey blonde beauty is dressed far from it. Her tight fitting leopard mid-thigh dress, gold bangles on her wrists and in her ears, and her sparkly crème colored stilettos looks more suited for a night club. Dean makes sure to plaster on a smile as his stands up from the table.
"Hey Carmy." He greets as she approaches the table. She smiles back and gives him a hug. Dean temporarily becomes enveloped by Carmella's flowery perfume.
"This is nice, Dean." She says as she looks around at the decor. Cream colored walls and big windows that let in a lot of the natural light. Carnation Pink and Dark Violet in accents and accessories. The tables and chairs are made from a dark wood. Ever the gentleman, Dean holds out the seat for Carmella. Once she is seated, he returns to his seat.
"Nice dress." Dean tells her.
"Oh this old thing?" Carmella replies as she does a little shimmy. "Thanks."
Not a compliment, Carmy. What are you expecting out of this?
A waitress comes over to the table. Her dressy dark violet and black slacks fit well over her figure. Her wheat colored hair is pulled back from her lovely face. She smiles brightly as she introduces herself. "Hi! Welcome to Taste of Tenille. I'm Dana and I will be your server today. What can I get you to drink?"
"I'll have water." Dean wants to keep it simple.
Carmella's choice is as out there as her outfit. "I'll have a Strawberry Mango Lemon Drop martini."
When Dana walks off the get their drink order, Dean raises a dusty eyebrow at his lunch date. Carmella's response is to shrug.
"It's five o'clock somewhere, Deano."
Okay….?
"If you say so." Dean doesn't want to get off track. There is a reason to be here after all. "Carmella, I invited you to lunch because we gotta talk about what happened at the shop."
"Oh." Carmella forms an exaggerated pout. She really isn't interested in where this is going.
"I'm serious here." Dean states in a stern tone. "You know you were wrong for that."
'But Deeeeaaannn." Carmella whines to him. "I was just looking out for you. You're my special friend and I don't want you to get hurt." She reaches over and places her hand on top of Dean while smiling at him sweetly.
His blue eyes focus on their hands. That just looks so wrong to him. His hand twitches under her palm.
"Yeah, about that. " Dean slowly pulls his hand back. "You shouldn't be flirting with me. You got a boyfriend. And he was one of the people that saved me from dying in an alley."
"There's nothing wrong with a little harmless flirting, baby."
Huh…what?
Dean is about to counter that just as Dana returns with their drink order.
"Are you ready to order now or do you still needs some time?" she asks while placing the drinks down.
Dean asks Dana for a few more minutes. He waits until the waitress walks off to begin speaking again.
"Considering I'm friends with Cass, I just think what you are doing is in poor taste."
A disapproving expression forms on Dean's face as he watches the woman across from him take a sip of her drink. She smacks her lips noisily then takes another sip. After her second sip, Carmella sits her glass down then looks back to Dean with a self-assured smirk.
"You can't tell me that you've never thought about it." She says. "Me and you? Just a little bit?"
Are you fucking kidding me right now?
"No." He couldn't believe her nerve in asking that! "Look, I just want to be friends. That's it. You know, I should make you apologize to Seth."
"Why should I?" Any evidence of playfulness is now gone from Carmella's demeanor. "There's something not right about him. He's too prissy lookin'. You need someone strong."
"Like you?" Dean spits out sarcastically. "What's going on between Seth and me shouldn't concern you at all. You're lucky I'm not telling this to Cass."
Dana comes back to the table right at that moment.
"So are you all ready to or-"
"Bitch, didn't he tell you to wait a few minutes? Can't you see we're still talking?"
"Hey! What the hell is wrong with you?" Dean snaps at Carmella. He quickly turns to the innocent and shocked waitress. "I'm sorry. Are you-"
Without any warning, Carmella takes Dean's glass of water and throws it in his face. The action gains the attention of other patrons. In a swirl of honey gold and leopard print, she stomps away from the table.
"I'll get you more napkins, sir." Dana says as she comes out of her shock.
Dean grabs the cloth napkin and starts to wipe away the water. He mumbles a thank you to the waitress while his mind goes over what just happened. Blue eyes look around to see the unintentional audience he had gotten. It wasn't how he wanted the meeting to go, but hopefully Carmella will get the hint.
"If you're hearing this that means I'm not near my phone. Leave a name, number and a brief message after the beep and I'll back to you. Later!"
"Hey Dean. It's Seth. I'm sorry that I'm just getting to your message. Could you come by tonight? I really want to see you…"
Later that evening found Dean at Seth's place. After what happened earlier, it is nice to see Seth's smile. They ended up on the couch watching a movie. At one point, Dean lifts his arms up to stretch causing his shirt to ride up a little. It gives a peek at the top of his red and black underwear as well as his bare torso. But something on Dean's torso grabs Seth's attention. His gilded eyes focuses on the crooked scar, the color slightly darker than the skin around it. Dean slowly lowers his arms which causes the shirt to fall back into place. He turns to say something to Seth and that's when he notices Seth's gaze zeroed on his stomach area. His mouth falls open to ask what's wrong, but he stops himself when he sees the other man reach for his shirt then gently push it up to reveal the scar. He gasps softly as Seth's cool fingers trace over the raised scar.
"Did the police ever find the person who did this?" Seth's question is almost too soft to hear.
"No." Dean tells him. "I don't want them to find Phil."
That response causes Seth to quickly look up at Dean. His expression is a mix of shock and confusion. "You know who did it?"
"Yeah. Phil was a guy that worked for us for a while. Good dude, but we found out that he was stealing from us and unfortunately had to let him go. A week later, the robbery happened. I recognized that it was him by the tattoo on his hand. 'No Gimmicks Needed'."
'But he stabbed you…"
"I don't think he meant to do it."
In Seth's mind all he could see was Dean lying in the alley near death. What if he had gotten there sooner? Would he have been able to stop it? What if he had gotten there too late? That thought alone scares the vampire.
I could have lost you.
"Why didn't you-"
"April. I did it for April."
Dark eyebrows furrow in befuddlement. "Who's April?"
"Phil's girlfriend. She was pregnant. That's why Rome and I were really disappointed when we caught Phil stealing. I don't get why he couldn't ask us for help!" Dean starts to play with his fingers. "If I had said anything, the cops would have gotten Phil and April and the baby would have been alone. I never even told Roman. I know him. He would have went after Phil. I didn't want him to do something that would have taken him away from JoJo."
Seth places his hand on top of Dean's. He's starting to understand. "Did something happen to your father?"
Blue eyes fixate on the joined hands. "My dad died while my mom was pregnant with me. She told me that he went out one night, said he would be right back. Two days later, the cops came to the door saying that he was dead. Found out that he had lost his job at the warehouse and was running hustles to keep food on the table. One hustle went bad. Don't want another kid going without their dad if I can help it."
The vampire is speechless. Dean's heart…Seth couldn't believe it. Dean could have died. He could have told the police everything, but he was more worried about this Phil's girlfriend and unborn child and Roman and his daughter than about his own life. He didn't want the children to grow up without their fathers like he did.
"Seth?" Dean becomes worried when he doesn't get a response. "What's wrong?"
Seth's response is to straddle Dean's lap. Lips slightly parted, golden eyes looking deeply into blue steel. That same blue steel that follows a pale pink tear that slides down a smooth cheek.
I almost lost you
Seth takes Dean's face between his hands before leaning down and kissing him. Dean's first response is to inhale sharply from the action, but soon catches on and is returning the compliment. His eyes slip close as his muscular arms wrap around the body straddling him.
I can't let you go
His intoxicating scent surrounds Seth, spurring him on. Increasing his craving of everything belonging to Dean Ambrose. His hands move his face to weave his fingers into soft blond curls. He can feel Dean reaching under his t-shirt and a soft moan bounces off supple lips when he feels his hands run up his bare back.
I need you
The kiss is broken to discard shirts. The intense heated gaze is not. Blue and Gold. Lips crash, drinking in, savoring the taste. Hands hold onto hips as a slow grind begins.
I love you
Dark brown and platinum blond trail down Seth's back. His head drops back as Dean nips and suck on his neck. One of Seth's hands grip the back of the couch, the other cradles the back of the blond's head.
I need to taste you
The bloody kiss from that night seeps into his mind. The fire that was lit in his veins is again ignited. A slow breath passes between Seth's parted lips, the tips of his fangs now visible. Lust, both blood and physical, are blurring together. Either way, he must have Dean.
Please…
"Fuck…" the curse is breathed into the neck from the man below. Dean needs more of this, more of Seth. He desires nothing more than to make those dreams he's been having come true. A hard thrust upward is followed by a deep moan into the crook of Seth's neck. Fuck he feels so good…need more. Dean pulls back to look into Seth's eyes. Blue and gold both reflect longing…
I need…I need….
Seth sucks on Dean's bottom lip gently. I love you. Then he nips and sucks on his ear lobe. We were destined to be one. He drags his fangs lightly over his neck. The craving ringing in his ears. His scent covers him thickly. I need…I need….I need…I love…I want…teeth bared…
My Eternal One
The sudden loss of Seth's body on his and the loud thud that follows snaps Dean out of his lust-filled haze. His eyes widen in shock then narrow in bewilderment when he sees Seth on the floor looking up at him with equal wide eyes. Only his yellow golden eyes are filled with dread. The only sound heard for a moment is simultaneous harsh breathing.
"Seth-"
"I'm sorry…"
"Why? There's nothing to be sorry about." When Dean goes to help Seth to his feet, Seth immediately pulls back. Before he could ask any more questions, Seth jumps up then runs upstairs. The sound of a door loudly closing echos in the background. Dean could only watch in complete and utter confusion. What…just happened here?
Carmella sighs as she closes the door to her apartment then leans against it. Today has not been her side. And it all started with that disaster of a lunch with Dean. Ugh and he had to bring up Seth. A scowl forms on her face. Dean was fine until he had to show up. Now Dean may never speak to her again!
This is all that two toned haired bitch's fault.
She moves further into the living room intending to go straight to her room, but she notices the floor lap is turned on and there a figure asleep on the couch.
"Oh Bayley." She muses as she walks over to the couch to check on her roommate.
She reaches her hand out to gently wake Bayley, however something catches her eye and causes her to pause. In Bayley's lap is a sketch book. It's not unusual to see her up late night drawing. Yet, the drawing that Carmella is looking at now is very, scarily, familiar. It's of a man. Yellow golden eyes. Mustache and beard. Two toned hair…blond and brown. She picks up the sketch book to bring it closer. Nope, she's not seeing things. Carmella flips over a couple of pages in the book and notices more drawings of the same subject.
"Bayley!" she roughly shakes the sleep girl awake. The action startles Bayley, causing her to quickly sit up.
"What, what, what!?" Bayley looks around wildly until her eyes settle on Carmella. "Geez Carmy! Where's the fire?"
"Do you know who this is?" Carmella asks while jabbing her finger into the drawing.
Bayley lets out a yawn before answering. "My dream man." She smiles softly.
"Your dream man?"
"Yeah. He's been popping up in my dreams lately. Like for the past week or so."
"So…you've never met him?"
"No." Bayley snorts. "He's just a dream. I think. I mean, I don't remember ever seeing him before. Why?"
"I…no reason….good job, Bayles."
There is no way Carmella is going to let this go. She has to tell Dean. But Bayley said that she doesn't the guy in the drawing. But how could she have drawn a picture of Seth if she doesn't know him? Bayley isn't the type to lie. But Seth? Yeah, he's going down. Carmella's going to make sure of it!