"I hope she's ok." Seth paced around the room. Roman had his eyes closed as he lay on the living room couch. He was just as concerned as Seth was, but he had to be the calm one in this situation.
"Seth calm down." He sighed. "I'm pretty sure she went to her house to cool off." Seth shook his head, still pacing around the room.
"Rome I'm still worried, even though I'm still a bit pissed off at her for not telling us about fucking Kruger." He groaned and plopped himself down onto the couch beside Roman.
"I know man, I'm pissed too." Seth looked at Roman with an incredulous look.
"You don't look pissed off." Roman returned Seth's gaze, his jaw slightly ticking.
"Oh trust me, I'm livid."
Dean was on his 6th beer of the night. He was drunk, but his anger sobered him up after each sip of beer he took. He was mad at Angel but was even more so pissed off at Kruger. How dare Kruger blatantly call his house to speak to Angel; HIS Angel! He didn't give a damn about that stupid ass job, as far as he's concerned, Angel doesn't need to have a job; Dean will take care of her until the day he takes his last breath. Even beyond the grave she would be taken care of. But Kruger, he was tearing their relationship apart and Dean wasn't having it.
He drank his last beer rather quickly and slowly observed the bar. There were a bunch of thugs spread throughout the establishment, as well as a few women, whores he assumed. Some of them have been throwing themselves at him all night. All he had to do was growl at them and they would leave him the hell alone. He was tempted a few times, hell he almost left with two chicks earlier but his mind drifted back to what he had at home. But then it dawned on him; Angel wasn't home. He didn't have to think too hard about where she was though. He thought about visiting her, but his stubbornness held him back. He tossed a $20 bill on the counter and left.
Angel cried. She cried for hours and hours after she left Dean's house. She couldn't believe how her men reacted. She loved them dearly but she hated them at the same time. Over the past few months her attitude has changed drastically. She was more independent; her own woman sort of speak, but still submissive at heart. She missed them, but she vowed to not make the first move. They were the ones who made a big deal out of nothing; as far as she's concerned, she did nothing wrong.
It was dark in her room. Warm vanilla scented candles illuminated the darkness that surrounded her. It was a calming sight; it made her feel at ease. That is until she realized that tomorrow was the day that she would be moving into her new home with the boys. She sighed quietly; she didn't know if she would be moving in with them tomorrow.. or ever.
What's the point?
She thought. She shifted in her bed and buried her face into her pillow. The tears stopped a while ago and her breathing steadied; allowing her to drift into a deep sleep.
"Dean you're going to drop the damn lamp if you carry all of those things at once!" Seth practically whined out. Dean rolled his eyes and puffed out smoke out of the side of his mouth from his freshly lit cigarette.
"Stop bitching Rollins, the lamp is fine." He huffed out as he packed everything carefully into the moving truck.
"You're such an asshole." Seth muttered quietly as he sealed the back of the truck shut and chained it up. They were finished loading everything up but something was missing; and they knew exactly who it was.
"She's not coming is she?" Seth asked quietly. Even though he was pissed off at Angel, he stilled loved the living hell out of her; and so did Roman and Dean. Dean puffed out a cloud of smoke and turned to Seth, both hands buried into his jean pockets.
"What the fuck do you think, Sherlock?" He retorted casually. Seth narrowed his eyes at him, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.
"Fuck you Dean. I'm not in the mood to deal with your fucking attitude today." Seth seethed.
"Both of you, shut the fuck up." Roman hissed out. He was not in the mood today either. Clearly they were all missing Angel, but were too stubborn to get her back. He was about to say something else but was cut off by a loud groan.
"Fuck this shit!" Dean yelled. He kicked the side of the truck and retreated down the road. Obviously Dean was hurt the most. He had a deep bond with Angel. He was her sole Dom for months until Seth & Roman stepped in and they respected that. Seth & Roman watched as Dean disappeared down the road without looking back.
"Should we leave him?" Seth asked nonchalantly. Roman gave Seth a side glare and nudged him with his elbow.
"Shut up Seth."