Okay, so, lots of people were asking about some fallout from the Kevin thing and all the events of The Shield Undivided. So here we go, hard brotherhood be ahead!
Skovko, Yikes, your alcoholic neighbour gets better and better. Hopefully he's nice and quiet right now? *Crosses fingers and toes*. Not so many laughs in this chapter, but if you want more funnies, you will definitely like next week's, when a certainly character makes a reappearance…*walks off whistling.*
Cheryl24, Oh wow *throws up in mouth a little on Dean's behalf* I'm not sure Dean would be able to cope with an accidental one night stand with Steph. It would be like sleeping with his sister! I think I've put the poor guy through enough! Yep. Kevin was the one who kidnapped Dean in the second story, so this chapter is set sort of back around then.
SkittlezLvr79, Aww, glad you liked the last one. I just wanted something with three of them busting each other's balls! Bit more serious in this one, but I'm sandwiching, so the next one is much more light hearted again. This one needs to be done though and hopefully it answers some left over questions, or fills in some blanks about 'what happened next'.
Wolfgirl2013, Yeah, poor old Dean, I certainly know how to torture the poor guy. *Clears throat* Um, see below for more examples!
LHisawesome4ever, Haha, glad you like having these one shots back, because the good news is that I have a whole BUNCH of them coming! Not so many laughs in this one, but hopefully the brotherhood will make up for that. I love the boys being all cute and mushy together. It gives me life!
Mandy, Hey, how are you getting on? I know it's still going to be tough at this stage, but little steps and remember not to shut yourself off completely, tempting as it is. Very, very slowly it will start to get easier and then hurt less. Keep on keeping on. Not so many laughs in this chapter for you, but hopefully you'll like the brotherhood in this chapter too (Seth is particularly sweet in this one too).
Minnie1015, *Takes deep breath and blows on harmonica to get the right note* Haaaappy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, thanks for being a buddy, happy birthday to yooooouuuuUUUU. I went up an octave at the end, in case you missed that bit. Nope, no idea where I get my ideas from either, but I'm thinking a very warped or else a very creative mind. Hope this one is a good birthday present!
Derick Lindsey, Haha, yeah, I just kind of liked the idea that Dean would be like 'eww a wrestler,' in the same way that in this world he's all 'eww a cop?' Call it the product of a childish mind, what can I tell you?! Yep, good spot, Andrew was Test, albeit a very AU version. But who's to say he wouldn't have become an entrepreneur in this universe too?
Yippi-kay yay motherfucker, I will eternally be sorry for inflicting Bunny, Schmoopsy and Babycakes on you…eh, who am I kidding? I totally won't be! I loved writing a one shot where the boys could all be mercilessly teasing to one another! What are brothers for right? Oops, sorry about no 'babe' content, but there's plenty of that (and protective, worried, awesome) Roman in this one to make up for that!
Let's dive in then ladies and gents…
The Shield Unscripted: Confined Spaces
Mechanical whirring broke off into a clatter as the elevator slammed to an unannounced halt, which threw the three men inside it off balance and tossed the copper blonde into the metal handrail.
"Fuck."
His left hand kidney began to protest in an instant like perhaps he had bruised it for some sort of a kick, or else because he liked peeing blood in a hot torrent since it seemed so much more cheerful than normal colored piss. Dean lowered the hand that wasn't braced on the handrail towards his brutally tenderised and newly wounded flank and then teased his fingertips over the throbbing which hissed at him bitterly.
Oh holy crap.
Beside him his brothers were also picking themselves upright, though they had evidently both fared better than he had because their muscle man was basically too bulky to move easily and their technical wizard had the reflexes of a cat. Neither of them would be peeing blood like a fountain, but then maybe that was a positive?
Seth barked harshly,
"What the hell happened?"
But since he was poking the emergency button it seemed entirely likely he already knew and so therefore rather than answering and confirming the car had broken, Roman turned instead towards their wincing copper blonde.
"Uce, you okay?"
"It's a pee blood situation."
"Kidney?"
"Oh yeah."
Dean tried to grin the words out and figured that he had obviously made a pretty good show of it since his brother seemed clueless as to his building alarm. Because boy was he beginning to feel really fucking hectic, in a bizarre and totally not him kind of a way since mostly he took bumps or life and limb situations with a cucumber coolness and the occasional twitch. But which meant there was no freaking reason whatsoever for the sweat that was beginning to pool beneath his pits and on the back of his nape and in his damn hairline and which was probably not helped by the pounding of his heart.
He started as a voice buzzed over the intercom,
"Is there a problem?"
"Yeah, we're not moving here man,"
Seth threw his eyes to the heavens as he responded in a weariness that translated pretty clearly in his tones and probably in turn inspired the shortness that bit back at them from the security guard posted way below on the lobby floor.
"I'll put in a call to the maintenance people."
"How long will that take?"
"Maybe an hour?"
Frankly his total lack of clarity on the matter was less helpful than being told nothing at all and fell below the standards for the rest of the swanky premises which was the largest in the quarter by a literal country mile and rose up higher than its nearest competition in thirty five stories of glass frontage and burnished steel. Inside the height and proportions were incredible with a company fitness centre and full retail floor too, besides a restaurant which had a fire pit in the middle and an honest to goodness tree sprouting up from behind the bar.
Basically then it was a hugely impressive building.
Except for the fact the elevator was bust.
Fuck.
Dean felt his lungs begin to clench in uneasiness and so hauled in a breath and began to rhythmically tap his neck, beating his fingertips over his collarbone in a one-two, one-two-three motion that helped to keep him calm and offered him something into which to pour his focus besides the narrow box and the lack of natural light.
He blamed Ronda Rousey.
No –
He blamed Stephanie since their commander was the one who had handed them the case that she had somehow convinced them was a simple open and shut thing yet which had then turned out to be anything but.
Ronda Rousey was a pretty big name in the finance sector, or so the copper blonde had been led to believe and so the fact that five years earlier she had moved her operation to their own Suplex City was a hell of a boost and had helped to create the flourishing business quarter which was matching their crime stats in terms of national claim to fame.
Her status therefore and importance to their city were the reasons that his own band of brothers had been called in when a series of threats sent by a former employee had begun to pitch up for her from out of the blue. Unluckily though the culprit had been a total bitch to figure because her business employee records were brain-numbingly long.
Dean had never liked trawling through paperwork so being trapped in an elevator having spent six hours in boxes was basically a bad end to a hugely crappy day.
Seth barked back at the security guard hotly,
"An hour?"
"Maybe a little longer."
"Come on man, we're trapped in here."
Dean flinched on hearing it bitten out so bluntly because the terse tones reminded him they were hopelessly stuck and in a tiny metal box they had no way of busting loose from and which then took him right back to when it had happened before, three months earlier when he had been shot and then kidnapped prior to being freaking buried alive because a psychopath he had saved from a couple of bullies one time had flipped a screw loose and tried to suffocate him.
Double fuck.
His lungs wheezed heavily –
Squeak, squeak.
In out.
Squeak, squeak.
Had his brothers not noticed the fucking walls were closing in?
Dean put his hands out to take the force of their proximity but then fumbled and instead found only thin air, which hardly made sense because how could he not touch them when they were moving towards him with every last blink? His head swam hard and then his vision rolled badly and he instinctively pitched forward to put his hands on his knees.
Oh crap.
He couldn't breathe.
He could not suck any air in and the knowledge of that bloomed ice cold through his bones then sent him into a sudden burst of gasping which tore out of him high pitched and so brutal that it hurt, but none of which helped him to steady his breathing since the breath hit his throat and then simply fucking stopped so that his panic and fear became total and all-consuming.
Broad warm hands landed midway up his back,
"Uce?"
"Ro – Roman – ,"
"You're okay babe, I've got you."
He meant that totally in the literal sense too because at some point which he had no memory of having happened, the copper blonde had collapsed to his knees onto the floor, with his hands pressed hard to the marble beneath their boot soles because heaven forbid that the levels of sheer opulence had not been carried through into the elevators as well. Roman was crouched beside him holding him firmly and basically stopping him from falling forwards onto his face, all the while murmuring in low tones of comfort over the continued harsh and pretty haggard sounding breaths,
"You're okay babe, this won't last forever."
"Feel – feels like it."
"Nice and easy now uce."
Seth too lowered himself into the picture running hands through his hair in a measure of stress because he clearly had no idea how to help the situation and was heavily freaked by it.
"What's happening man?"
Roman replied evenly like it wasn't a problem,
"He's having a panic attack."
Dean blinked.
He was?
Because somehow the uber simple two word explanation seemed way too minor for what was coursing through his bones and making him sweat like he had run a freaking marathon and tremble like he had been caught out in heavy snow. Besides which it overlooked the immediate predicament which he frantically fought to force out over his lips since nobody else appeared to have noticed,
"But the – the walls are – ,"
"Not moving babe, you're totally safe."
"Oh."
Dean wasn't sure if his tiny little exhale was an intentional syllable or else a wheeze from his throat, but clearly thinking that it was probably the latter, their powerhouse pressed on in full bigger brother mode.
"What can you see uce?"
"Kevin – ,"
Dean shook a little harder because try as he might the image wouldn't let up and so beyond the sparkly blackness that was buzzing at his vision was the memory of the grinning face hung over his own and the sight of the top of the pine box closing in on him as he had struggled and tried to push it off with knees, since his hands had been tied behind his back and trapped beneath him while the oxygen had thickened until he could barely even breathe.
Roman tensed up his fingers momentarily before letting them relax, which was probably for the best since their technical expert reacted for both of them in a burst of hot anger at merely hearing the name,
"Fuck."
"No babe, I mean now, what can you see around you?"
Dean blinked his fuzzy eyes a little,
"I – I can see you,"
"Good."
Roman still had warm palms pressed to his kidneys and had hunkered low enough that the copper blonde could see his face, which was highlighted by the solid brown eyes which looked unflinching and lightly crinkled in the corners like he was happy or some shit, in spite of the fact they were trapped in an elevator and scrubbing about on their knees on the floor. Dean sometimes felt as though he wasn't worthy of their big man.
Seth lowered himself into a loose crouch as well,
"What else man?"
"Y-you."
His lungs were easing up on him –
Maybe.
Possibly.
He wasn't too sure but either way his throat seemed to be a little better in that the thing was no longer as parched as the fucking sun and which therefore made his having to haul breath in not feel both improbable or like the fires of hell. Bit by bit his vision was returning, which clearly showed up the bright elevator walls which were probably not the twenty four carat plates they looked like but blazed at him resolutely.
Not moving.
Thank fuck.
Probably because it had been borderline helpful, Dean chose to keep on listing things he could see, blinking his bleary blues into overheads and then tentatively about their boxy little prison cell. Because it was an elevator and not a museum, it turned out that there wasn't a whole lot to focus on but there were polished surfaces and patterns in the marble which snaked like little rivers beneath his trembling hands and made him feel like he was hovering above some landscape that had been formed by nature and a series of branching waterways.
Maybe there were uncontacted elevator tribes beneath him?
Roman moved a hand up to tousle his curls,
"Babe?"
"I – I'm okay."
On the plus side he legitimately meant that, because even though his intercostal muscles kind of hurt and would probably bitch and piss at him for all of the heavy wheezing, he was back to breathing like normal again with the exception of the occasional hitch or jerky shudder.
Roman kept on kneading his scalp slowly and evenly,
"Damn straight you are,"
"But, uh sorry 'bout that, I guess I must a' flipped out or somethin', but then I've always been a step from bein' locked away right?"
Dean waved his hands as he offered out the sentence which he then tried to furnish with a rueful little laugh, because frankly with the cold panic having washed from his system he was beginning to feel a flood of hot shame instead since having lost his shit so hopelessly badly was pretty fucking far from the proudest moment in his life, besides which he belonged to a top secret police taskforce.
How had he been bested by nothing at all?
Seth barked back at him with surprising conviction,
"No man, no this isn't on you."
Roman coughed,
"Uce – ,"
"Come on man, this is bullshit and I'm not about to stand here and listen to him beat himself up because of all the messed up shit that asshole put him through. I mean for Christ sakes, Kevin buried you alive, so of course you end up twitchy when this kinda thing happens, but no way in hell is it on you man."
Damn.
Dean blinked.
Honestly their littlest brother had never been renowned for his perfect choice of words, but in the fury stakes there were precious few men who could match him, but which managed to be okay because the passion meant he cared.
Roman sucked a breath in,
"Is that what it was babe?"
He was playing the babe card a hell of a lot, which he usually reserved for truly crappy situations or his copper blonde brother needing a feather like touch.
Dean shrugged,
"Dunno."
Except they all knew that was bull crap because there was literally nothing else that could have caused him to freak out and because never before had he been spooked by small spaces yet which had formed over the months since the kidnapping had fucked him up. Back when he had been a little booger-nosed rugrat he had tended to seek out little cubby holes and nooks and had spent many hours hiding in them from his sister with little more than a flashlight and a well-thumbed book, but the confines of which had never bothered him remotely and so therefore made his new phobia even harder to figure out.
Seth shook his head,
"Come on man I'm not buying that, we can't try and help if you won't let us in."
Dean shrugged a second time.
He wasn't holding them back on purpose.
But it was so fucking hard to tell them how he felt, ,partly because he hated having to look back on it but mostly because he still blamed himself since he was the fool that had clambered in with his kidnapper when he should have turned on his fucking heel and run. Besides which there wasn't a whole lot more to even tell them because the two of them had been listening in to every word, barring the part he had been hauled over the shoreline and tossed into the specially created hole in the sand.
He shuddered,
"I can't – I mean I'm not – ,"
Crap.
He blew a breath out and then slowly rocked back up onto his heels before letting his body slump hard towards the panelling in a clumsy looking slouch that his older brother caught and then managed to make a little less heavy by catching the leather collar and easing him back. Not being hunched on his knees like a labrador even helped to steady out his breathing a bit.
Better.
He felt better.
"Dean?"
Seth became plaintive like he had no fucking clue how to make their world right and something in his bruised tone triggered his brother who suddenly clenched his teeth and then bit the bullet hard.
"I uh – I called for help or whatever."
"When man?"
"When Kevin was haulin' me outta the house, I straight up yelled for someone to come save me."
Roman put a hand out,
"We're sorry we weren't there babe."
But instead of leaning himself into the tousling the copper blonde moved backwards to evade the broad hand, because his brothers were not following what he was trying to tell them and which was probably his fault because he often sucked at words and putting his full feeling into coherent titbits. But this time he felt he had to because he owed them that much and then also because he had basically refused therapy which in light of what had happened and the recent not breathing thing had evidently been the totally wrong choice.
God damn.
"No that's not – I'm sayin' I wish I hadn't because that's not how we're meant to react to shit right? Like, m' pretty sure m' meant to fuckin' laugh in the face of danger but instead of that crap I basically freaked the hell out."
Roman shook his head,
"You were scared and that's okay uce."
"But – ,"
Seth chimed in too,
"Come on man, he knocked you out, plus you had taken a bullet to the shoulder so find me a person that wouldn't have freaked, I mean you had a concussion and were totally fucking helpless so how is it bad that you tried to save yourself?"
Dean blinked,
Huh.
Honestly, in having putting the thought out there he had basically revealed his biggest regret not to mention the one thing that had been freaking chewing on him ever since the moment they had hauled his ass out. Because for some bizarre reason his own fucked up memory of having essentially bellowed for help before the sweaty hand had launched back to clamp his lips shut again had seemed like something to have felt shame about and had played a huge part in him brushing off therapy in case he had been labelled as a coward or worse. But his brothers clearly thinking that those thoughts were crazy made him sharply reconsider, because maybe they were?
He cleared his throat,
"I was thinkin' a whole lot 'bout you two, back there when I was kinda buried an' trapped, an' how bad it would be for you havin' to find me but bein' too late to help me y' know?"
Roman tensed up the broad fingers in his hairline.
Hold up –
How and when had the powerhouse put them there and why in the world had the smaller man not known it and at what point had he begun to lean into them as well? Damn his bigger brother and the beautiful massages which made his fingertips seem like cushioned healing pads.
Seth blew a breath out,
"Hell we thought that too man, that whole time he had you we were losing our minds and thinking the worst and busting our humps to try and find you."
"We kind of fall to pieces without our lunatic uce."
Dean snorted wryly in return,
"It figures."
But for basically the first time since they had stepped into the building, not to mention the still broken elevator cube, the copper blonde meant every last flicker of the smile he flashed and which he used to broaden the featherlight barb, because not only had his lungs reverted back to normal in spite of the heavy sort of thickness to the air, but also because the proximity of his brothers and their knowing how to comfort him had soothed his pounding heart. Plus it reminded him of how grateful he was for them and how much he had missed them.
He couldn't live without them now.
Reaching out a hand he flattened it over his big brother and then patted the bulky man twice on the chest in a silent little move that he knew he would feel the meaning of before repeating it by leaning towards their sparky tech head as well,
"You two get me."
"Somebody has to," Seth bit back hotly, before stroking his head but a little too rough like he was some breed of canine but which worked as a stress reliever since it reminded them both that the other was close and not likely to break loose.
Not that any of them could break loose.
Dean hummed a little,
"You think they're fixin' this tin can or are we gonna have to made a new life for ourselves in here?"
Roman snorted,
"In that case I call the master suite."
"First born brother takes the best bedroom is that it?"
"Damn straight."
"Think we can maybe fit a pool table in here too?"
"Don't worry babe, because I'm 'a make sure of it."
Beside them their little sibling rolled his eyes heavily but was unable to hold back the slow creeping beam, because even though the three of them were trapped and going nowhere there was a certain type of purpose when the three of them were stuck or when they were sharing a motel room together or working back at the warehouse through the night or simply hanging out having beers like best buddies and so therefore if nothing else then the company was good.
Brothers.
Dean shuffled and then lowered his messy tangle onto the shoulder blade pressed closest to his side and which had helped to hold him up when he had been freaking out and woozy but made a pretty handy pillow now that his emotions were back in check.
Fixing the car would take the maintenance crew an hour and they had already hit on the first fifteen minute mark which therefore meant that they could see the halfway flag and their eventual release.
Dean could cope with that just fine.
Not that it stopped him from seizing up bodily as the muffled sounding tones of the security man buzzed out, blasting in through the boxed space too loudly and then bouncing back harshly at them from the shiny walls,
"You boys still in there?"
Dean snorted,
"He's fuckin' kiddin' right?"
Seth waved his hands in a muted who knows and then hauled himself back to his feet with a mumble before stabbing the bottom button with an unimpressed thumb,
"Where the hell else are we supposed to have gone man?"
He was met by an honest to goodness bewildered pause as the chunky little lookout likely benched a meatball submarine and then carefully went over the wording in his head,
"Oh, uh, right."
"You have any news for us?"
"Maintenance crew are on site now, say it'll probably be at least another twenty minutes."
Seth bit back at him sarcastically,
"Great."
But in the scheme of the trouble the less than half an hour timeframe was probably the best thing the bored sentry could have said, since it was by no means as long as any of the three men had been thinking and so therefore could have potentially even passed for a type of luck. Dean in particular felt his lungs begin to loosen as the last of the tension finally billowed up and off because twenty minutes seemed like basically nothing, so he could easily cope with it.
But then more tinny tones rang out,
"Uh, are you fellers gonna be okay in there, 'cos I could see the blonde one kinda freaking out before."
Dean blinked.
Huh?
How had he known that?
Unless –
He looked up and then bit out a curse.
"Shit."
Positioned high up in the corner of their prison cell was a tiny winking camera barely visible to the human eye, but totally obvious when he was actually fucking looking and which had clearly been feeding his entire meltdown back and providing the guard and possibly the entire lobby with the best television they had likely seen in months.
Feelings and fears of his being labelled spineless bubbled back up into his psyche once more and as the image of his having been thrown into the coffin lingered in his vision he curled his hands into fists and then began to pound at his temples like possibly he could somehow knock or concuss the fuckers out but which only resulted in hands holding his wrists firm and then the low soothing tones that had helped him before.
"Babe, stop."
"Roman, they all fuckin' saw me."
"He saw you brother, nobody else."
"But what if he – ,"
"Nothing to be ashamed of remember?"
Except for the fact that he had totally freaked out and not simply in front of his two brothers and best friends but possibly in front of a bunch of strangers as well, which was frankly a whole lot more than his sense of machismo could handle, not least of all only three months after having been buried beneath the sand.
Mostly when he messed up he could laugh it off somehow, but for the first time in his life was failing to make that work and it was leaving him with no way of processing the trauma because how in the fuck was he meant to let it out?
Seth hauled a breath in,
"One time back in prison I like, totally flipped out when I lost a photograph of my mom,"
Dean frowned,
"What?"
"I brought it in from home with me because I kinda wanted something to remind me of her, but because I was a cop I had a hard time from people so when the photo vanished I figured someone had torn it up. I was so bummed out that I lay on my bed for an hour and cried my freaking eyes out like a little lost child until I figured the pin had fallen out of the concrete and the damn stupid thing had been lying on the floor."
Dean blinked back at him,
"Uh, okay – ,"
"But the point is man, that I was in a bad place and I was letting that out because every single person since time began or whatever has lost it at some stage because it's fucking normal okay?"
Roman snorted wryly from beside him,
"Did I ever tell you 'bout the time I lost my kid?"
"No."
In response their powerhouse blew a long breath out and then threw his brown eyes up into the air before murmuring something which was totally indecipherable but was clearly a silent thanks to the heavens that whatever the story was it had worked out in the end. Not that it managed to make the memory a happy one, as his super tensed up fingers made clear by beginning to paw a little harder through the tangle of messed up and mildly sweaty copper blonde hair.
Dean leaned into it subconsciously.
Better.
"I mean I turned my back for three damn seconds and the next thing I know my baby girl ain't there and this was maybe three or four nights before the holidays and in the mall too so there were people everywhere but with my fat ass in the middle of them screaming and going crazy. I mean my heart stopped at least ten times."
Huh.
Poor Roman.
Poor kid for that matter because the copper blonde knew what a paragon she was and how much the munchkin looked up to her father and suckered herself to him whenever he was around.
Seth cleared his throat which sounded loud in the silence,
"How long was she lost for?"
"Five minutes, maybe less but I'm telling you brother that for every second she wasn't with me I turned into the biggest damn mess you ever saw. I got nauseous, I couldn't think, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't function and that lasted until my baby girl was back in my arms."
Dean frowned and then wondered if that was the reason that their bigger man had known his own panic attack, because maybe it was similar to what he himself had been through.
He started as a hand landed warm on his nape,
"Wha – ,"
"Now you believe that it happens to the best of us?"
Dean blew a breath out,
"I mean, I guess – ,"
Roman hummed a note out like he had wanted a better answer but in the end clearly figured that the bewilderment worked well enough, so then snorted in amusement and continued the tousling by kneading his big pads slowly over the cool scalp and the copper blonde responded by heaving a long sigh out and then letting his blue eyes flicker briefly and slide shut,
"I know one person who has never freaked out before."
Seth crossed his heels and leaned back,
"Who?"
"The Vampire Queen."
"Steph?"
Dean clicked his fingers and then made a handgun gesture because he was honestly too wiped out to say the word bingo and so reverted to having to mime the thing our for them. Roman snorted wryly beside him and the motion bounced his chest up and out so that the middle man was sort of bumped in time with it since he was slumped pretty heavily in towards their big pet.
Dean could hear the smile in the comeback,
"Well that's because I said it happens to the best."
Ooooh.
Dean snorted and then let his lips turn up a little, because even exhausted it was a hell of a burn and one that he felt like he should have shown some for love for but which was then interrupted by an unexpected lurch which pitched him back even harder into their powerhouse and planted their tech whiz into the burnished handrail,
"Fuck."
Make that two for the pissing blood fun times.
But on the plus side it meant their prison cell was back moving which it confirmed a second later by beginning to hum and then speeding towards the floor. Which their bulky little lookout waiting downstairs in the lobby felt the need to then butt in and further underline,
"Elevator is back up and running now fellers."
Dean snorted loosely in response.
No shit.
He hauled himself back up onto his boot soles helped by their powerhouse who then turned to Seth and began to prod at the bruise over his kidney which was becoming an occupational hazard for them. Dean let his fingers move towards his back pocket and the crumpled bit of paper he had pushed into them before, which had landed on his welcome mat earlier that morning with a stamp from the penitentiary which had chilled him to the bone.
Kevin had agreed to see him.
Kevin.
His initial reaction to that had been panic but for some bizarre reason having been trapped with his brothers and then soothed back to normalcy had made his stance change, because maybe there truly was nothing to feel shame about, but the best way to test that was to meet it head on and to tackle the face that had haunted his nightmares and look him in the eyes.
Kevin Owens had no hold.
Moments before the elevator halted and then pinged to let them know they had hit the lobby floor, Roman reached over and placed a palm on his shoulder which made him look up,
"How you feeling babe?"
Seth too was peering across the space in between them with a hand pressed lightly to his new throbbing flank but with brown eyes entirely focused on their brother and keen to know that things were right in the world. It was the love of both men and the strength of their brotherhood made the copper blonde nod back at them and mean it.
"All good."
Ugh, these boys and their stupid brotherhood is just so easy to write! PLEASE don't mess that up for WWE creative team (cries because I know they will). Still, this AU is safe, so don't worry!
Okay then, next week Dean is in need of a nursemaid and a very unlikely suggestion pops up, with interesting consequences...