"Are You Serious?"

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Leana Ramirez smiled as she looked at her best friend's messed up hair, droopy eyes, and soft, but hard around the edges, face. It'd been years since she saw her best friend and laughed at his greeting. "Well, hello to you, too, Poppy."

"Don't call me that. Honestly," He shook his head, walking away from the door. "You disappear off the face of the earth for 3 years and you pop back up like it's nothing. Where the hell have you been?" He turned and glared at her.

Leana, still smiling widely, walked into Dean's apartment, closing the door, kicking off her shoes, and setting her purse on the kitchen counter. "God, you sure do know how to greet a girl."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "How do you even know where I live?"

"I called your mom and asked her. What did I tell you about not calling her?"

"Don't start, Leana." He groaned.

"Alright, okay." She laughed, sitting on the bar stool. "I love messing with you."

"Yeah, you're the only person who can get away with it without getting cursed out."

"So can you blame me for doing it?"

He stared at her before shaking his head. "Answer my questions now."

"Fine. I'm here to see what my best friend has been up to for the past 3 years and as to where I've been... all over to be honest. Is there a Chinese place around here? I'm starving!"

Dean knew he wasn't going to get much out of Leana. He met her in high school and for some reason they just clicked. Having dated for a few months, they decided to just stay friends, occasionally having sex when one or the other was in need. After high school, they were their separate ways, but always stayed in contact. She was pretty much the only person he could tell everything to until he met Seth. He sighed at the thought of Seth. A week has passed since the night he got arrested and they made love.

Shaking his head, he grabbed a beer out of the fridge and walking to the couch and sat down. "There's a menu in the kitchen drawer. Help yourself."

"You were just in the kitchen, you jerk."

He smiled. "Now I'm not."

Groaning, she walked into the kitchen and grabbed the menu. She couldn't help but smile when she was around Dean. He always made her feel better and even if they hadn't seen each other in 3 years, it feels as though she never left. Ordering some food for them, she sat on the couch next to him and took his beer. "So, what have you been up to?" She looked at him as she drank out of his beer.

Dean shook his head, wondering how he ever survives being around this woman. "Not much really. Work, home, work, home. That's all I do."

She rose an eyebrow. "No special someone?"

Seth popped into his mind, but Dean quickly pushed that thought away. There was no way he was going to tell Leana about his Seth problems. "No, no special someone."

"You're lying. Come on, spill."

Dean passed a hand through his hair. "It's nothing, Leana. She just some girl." He lied, shrugging it off like it was nothing. He really didn't want to talk about this. Even after a week of him pretending to be okay with this, having secret date nights with Seth and making love to him every night, he still couldn't get his thoughts straight on if this was what he wanted to do. Not being able to tell Leana is a big changer in his eyes, seeing as he'd told her every single thing there is to know about him.

"Fine, don't tell me. I won't tell you where I've been." She smiled at him.

He glared back at her. "You just love to twist my gears, don't you?"

She set the bottle down on the floor and leaned over to him, pressing her body against his arm and began to play with his hair. "Dean, I'm just trying to catch up, but you're being difficult."

"You're the one who left, Leana. Not me."

"And I'm sorry for that. But you couldn't have expected me to stay cooped up in this town forever." She stared into his eyes.

"Don't do that." He moved away from her as he felt himself reacting to her. He hated how much affect she had on him. "Don't try to seduce me to get out of this."

She sighed, sitting back on the couch. "I'm not talking about it right now, Dean, so you might as well forget it."

"You should have stayed wherever the hell you were then." He got up and walked to his bedroom, slamming his door.

Seth looked at his sister, a huge smile spreading across his face. "You look amazing."

Marie Rollins smiled, trying not to cry. Today, she was married the man of her dreams and she couldn't be happier. "Thank you, Seth. You look great as well. You should wear suits more."

"I'll stick to jeans and t-shirts." He laughed, spinning her around as they danced. "I can't believe my little sister is married."

"I can't believe it either. I thought I was going to be alone forever." She looked down at her ring before looking around to meet her husbands' eyes.

"Greg is a great guy. I know he'll treat you will."

"That means a lot coming from you, big bro. " She smiled, looking back at Set. "You didn't like anyone I dated growing up."

Seth smiled, but before he could answer, his parents interrupted them, telling Marie she needed to attend to her guests. Seth hated when his parents acting like this were they're day more than it was Marie's.

"Seth, why didn't you bring a date tonight?" His mother asked, fixing his tie.

Seth grabbed his mother's wrists to stop her. "Because I don't need one. And stop treating me like I'm 7, mom. I'm a grown man, I can fix my own tie."

"Don't speak to your mother that way, Seth." Usually a quiet man, his father would only speak when his wife was getting disrespected. Other than that, he wouldn't say much.

"I'm going to go talk to some of the guests."

"Oh, Seth. Why don't you go speak to Heather? I heard she was single and..."

"Mom, stop trying to set me up with women." He rolled his eyes.

His mother waved him off. "You need a woman in your life, honey. You can't keep living the way you do. Do you plan on being alone for the rest of your life."

"That really doesn't sound like a bad idea."

"Ay, por favor." She shook her head. "You need a woman in your life, I'm telling you, Seth. One day, you're going to wake up and old man and regret your life if you don't get married and have children."

"I don't need a woman. You know what?" Shaking his head, Seth walked away from his parents. He needed to get away from them before he did or said something he would regret. Grabbing his phone out of his pocket, he dialed Dean's number, hoping he would pick up. After 5 rings, Seth hung up and text him.

Please come save me.

Sitting down at a random table, he started thinking about the past week, a smile plastered on his face. Dean was finally starting to open up to him and began to accept their relationship .. or so he thought. He wanted to believe that Dean finally learned to accept them, but at times he still feels like he's holding back. Sometimes after they made love, Dean wouldn't want to be touched and in the morning he wouldn't be there. But he'd always come back to Seth, apologizing for what he did. Seth closed his eyes. He was weak for the man that has completely stolen his heart. Knowing every inch, every curve of his body, made him want him so much more that he couldn't help but get excited over the next time they'd be together.

Looking down at his phone, he noticed Dean hadn't text back. He sighed and stood up, but saw his mother talking to a woman and pointing over at him. Groaning, knowing exactly where this was going, he went to find his sister. He was going to be sticking around too much longer.

"Mary, I'm gonna go."

"What? Why?" She frowned.

"Mom and dad are pissing me off and I'm really not in the mood. I'm sorry. I love you and have a safe flight to Rome."

Marie hugged her other brother, kissing him on the cheek. "I love you, too. And don't let mom get to you."

"I'm trying." He shook his head. "Give my goodbyes to Greg."

"I will. See you next week."

"Bye, sis."

He wasn't going to disrespect his parents by not saying goodbye, although he wished he didn't care so much.

"Mom, dad, I have to go."

His mom turned to him. "No, sweetie. I was just going to introduce you to Heather."

He looked at the woman and smiled apologetically before looking back at his mom. "Something came up and I have to go."

"Seth, would you stop being so rude?"

"Mom, would you stop trying to run my life? I'm 27 years old, I can make my own decisions."

"You obviously can't if you don't have a woman by your side yet."

"I don't want a woman, mom."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm gay!" He yelled.

Everything seemed to stop at that moment as everyone looked back at them. He saw Heather blushing a deep red from the corner of his eye and his parents standing completely still, shocked expressions written on their faces. "Fuck." He groaned before walked away and leaving the reception hall.

Speeding to Dean's house, he took off as much of his suit as he could with hot tears burning in his eyes. He needed to be held. He just needed Dean.

Pulling up to the drive-way, he locked everything in his car before walking up to his apartment and walking straight in. Once he saw the purse on the counter, he knew something was going to piss him off even more. He should have left, but the noises coming from the bedroom seemed to pull him deeper into the house. On the coffee table, Chinese cartons were left half full, bottles of beer surrounding it.

"Oh, fuck, Dean..." A woman moaned.

Closing his eyes as a tear fell out of his eye, he opened the bedroom door to see Dean on top of a woman, her legs wrapped around his waist as her nails dug into his back.

"Seth!" Dean yelled, moving away from her. "W-what..."

Shaking his head, Seth practically ran from the apartment and back to his car, not knowing that Dean was closely behind. "Seth, wait."

"No, fuck you, Dean. Fuck you. I can't believe..." Seth stopped talking because he didn't want Dean to hear his voice crack as a sob built in his throat.

He turned to unlock the car, but Dean, shirtless with just a pair of shorts on, stopped him. "Let me explain."

"How about you explain why the hell you keep breaking my heart, Dean? Why don't you explain why you led me on this past week and made me believe it meant something?!"

"It did mean something, Seth! It mean more than you know." Dean grabbed Seth's hand, but he pulled away.

"If it meant something, you wouldn't be fucking that woman."

"I'm sorry..."

Dean moved away from Seth and looked at Leana. "You're leaving?"

"I... I didn't know you were..." She looked back between Seth and Dean, confusion written all over her face.

"No, we... Fuck." Dean rubbed his hands against his face.

"Go ahead and tell her, Dean. We're not together. We never were." Seth unlocked his door, got inside, and drove away before the tears began.