Disclaimer: See Chapter 24.

Note: Get those fucking tissue boxes and pillows ready for the next couple chapters! This chapter was something you've all been waiting for! Now, I'm going to fucking crash out some where, I'm exhausted. See ya'll Monday! Enjoy -JJ

Nothing Left But Tears

Seth sat in his car, his eyes focused on the garage. His lower lip was stuck between his teeth as his heart pounded in his chest. He closed his eyes, taking a slow, deep breath and letting loose as he opened the door and stepped out. He'd been mulling everything over for two days, telling himself that he needed to go talk to Dean, at least tell him he was sorry for causing so much trouble. He slowly walked up to the office door, pulling it open, the doorbell ringing, showing that he was there. He swallowed hard, it was now or never that he faced the other man.

He walked up to the counter, his thoughts racing in his head. Would Dean even want to see him? After all, he'd been the one to leave Dean. He tried to push those thoughts away. Whatever Dean said to him, he deserved. He tried not to hope that Dean would pull him into a strong hug, and just let him rest there. Even after everything all he wanted was to be in those arms.

"Seth?" as small voice came, the small raven haired woman walking in from the work bay to behind the counter. "What did you need?" She was meek, unsure of how to act with the other man in front of her, after all, the last time they'd seen each other she'd been near naked in Dean's living room.

Seth felt his blood start to boil, anger bubbling in the pit of his stomach at the sight of her ]as she walked right in front of him on the other side of the counter, rubbing her dirty hands in a red mechanic's towel. "Is Dean here?" he asked, voice stiff. He really didn't want to see her, still more than a little pissed that she would move in on Dean knowing that they'd been together.

Paige looked down at her hands as they wrung the towel roughly. "He's out getting lunch. I can call him and let him know you're here," she said softly, looking up into the darkened chocolate eyes, noticing the black eye. Her heart jumped, remembering what Dean had said the day before about getting into a fight over the two toned man. "It'll only take—"

"No, I'll catch up later," Seth hissed, turning his back to the woman, ready to walk out and never look back. He took a step towards the door, her small voice calling after him to stop. He felt the cool doorknob in his hand as he stood there, fighting with himself internally if he should turn around and acknowledge her or not.

"Please wait. I want to talk to you," she said again, biting her lower lip, the jeweled end of her lip stud scraping against her top teeth. She tucked the towel into her back pocket as she stuck her head out into the work bay. "I'm going on lunch Titus! I'll just be outside."

"Both of you are going on lunch?" a deep voice called, the big ebony colored man walking up from the basement of the work bay. "You're killing me kid." He sighed, more out of disappointment than frustration. "Hurry up, I wanna get these done before we close. Tell Ambrose he better hurry up too. I'm gonna kick that kids ass I swear." He was only teasing, knowing that Dean was really going through a rough spot in his life. Dean had worked for him on and off since the blond had been in high school. He knew more about Dean than he cared to admit and even with the nine year age difference, he really felt like an older brother to him.

Paige smiled, nodding at her boss. "Sure thing Titus," she answered, turning back to the office. She clocked out for lunch and followed Seth outside. "Thank you for waiting up. I wanted to talk to you about a few things." She was nervous, knowing that Seth could either believe her or not.

"If it's about Dean, I don't want to hear it," Seth growled out, looking down into her dark eyes. "I don't want to hear about how good he is in bed, or how it was a one time thing. I've had my heart ripped up enough." He turned his attention back towards the road as he walked into a grassy area. "So if that's all you have to say, you might as well go back inside."

Paige could feel the coldness in Seth's words. She smiled softly, unzipping her coveralls and pulling her arms free. She tied the sleeves around her waist, leaving her in a black tank top. She felt the cool breeze rush across her sweaty skin and she shivered happily. "I wouldn't know what he's like in bed," she said gently, looking up into the tight features.

"Sorry that I messed that up for you," Seth bit out, biting his lower lip as his fists tightened at his sides. He didn't want to think of what would've happened if he hadn't showed up. He'd only played the scenario over and over in his mind of Paige showing off the sexy lingerie for Dean before stripping for him, maybe blowing him on the couch before he fucked her six ways from Sunday on it, or they fucked all over his house, or she led him back into his bedroom to give him a wild ride.

Paige tried not to smile. "I wouldn't want to know what he's like," she murmured, looking across the street as she sat down. "Sit with me?" She was asking nicely, gently, her entire body shaking from more than the cool breeze drying her sweat. "I think you should hear it from me."

"I don't want to hear shit from you," Seth nearly yelled, looking down at her. "Why did you have to step in? I was finally happy! I had everything I've ever wanted. I finally had the man I love!" He felt tears burn the backs of his eyes as his voice cracked. "I don't want to hear your lousy excuses."

Paige felt her heart ache, finally realizing just how much she'd affected the older male. "Seth, nothing happened with me and Dean," she said, patting the grass next to her again. "Nothing would ever happen between us." She took a deep breath, pulling her knees to her chest. "I'm a lesbian."

Seth's eyes snapped down at the averted eyes. "That's a sick joke to play on someone," he snarled, crossing his arms over his chest. "Neither of you have to lie to me. I'm not stupid."

Paige took a deep breath, growing quickly irritated. "You may not believe it but I'm still a virgin, physically. I've never been with any man, and I never plan to be," she explained, reaching into her coveralls and pulling out a small black and silver studded wallet. "This is Nattie. She's my girlfriend." He pulled out the photo of her and a taller blond woman, a streak of pink in her long blond hair. "We've been together a couple years now."

Seth looked down, his trembling hand taking the small photo. His eyes widened as he looked down at the intimate pose of Paige in the bigger woman's lap, the tanned arms wrapped securely around Paige's pale waist. He swallowed hard, their lips pressed together in a chaste kiss. He looked down at Paige, unsure if he was ready to believe her or not. "Then why were you…?"

Paige smiled, taking her photo back and tucking it safely away. "Dean's the only real friend I have here. Nat and I moved here together because her job relocated her. I wanted to surprise her with something sexy for our anniversary and since Dean is so blunt with what he thinks, I figured he could help me without hitting on me," she explained, wrapping her arms around her legs and resting her chin on one knee. "I'm not saying you weren't justified in freaking out on us, because I probably would have too, but I want you to know the truth."

Seth stood there, still finding it all so hard to believe. "But if that is all true, then why did you flirt with me when I first met you? Why did you grab Dean's ass?" he questioned, watching the smile broaden on her lips.

"I'm not fully out. Dean was the only one that knew at the time. Titus just found out after everything happened and now you. My parents are really religious and would freak if I told them, not to mention where I grew up isn't very homo-friendly," she went on, sighing softly. "I'm in a new place with no friends and no idea if I would be outed. The only reason I said anything in front of Dean was because of how he talked about you. He really does care about you. I don't think I've heard anyone talk about someone else as much as he does." She chuckled, looking over as Seth lowered down to sit next to her on the grass.

There was so much going on in Seth's head. If everything he'd been told was right than he'd completely flew off the handle for nothing. He hoped that it was the truth, that Paige wasn't lying. He sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. He felt so stupid. He'd only caused so much more pain that actually listening to Dean.

"I'm sorry for everything Seth. I really am. I know that it cause a lot of trouble between you and Dean. I just… I just wanted to tell you the truth. He's really been torn up over you leaving him and then when he attacked that guy. He was sure that the cops were going to come after him. He was a wreck yesterday, he was so worried about you that he could barely focus and Titus sent him home. I don't even want to think about what it's done to you."

Seth listened intently to the smaller woman, mulling her words over in his head. They sounded genuine, like she was really telling him the truth. He looked down at his shaking hands, wanted desperately to believe her, but after everything that had happened, he still found it a little hard.

"Dean's back," Paige said gently, looking over her shoulder. She smiled, her eyes meeting wide blue ones. "If you still wanted to talk to him."

Seth turned quickly, looking behind them at the other male, his blue coveralls covered in grease and oil. He smiled softly, taking in the apprehensive and uncomfortable look on the other man's face. He stood, turning his full attention to Dean as he left Paige. His mind was running fast again, unsure of what to say, how to apologize for dragging Dean into such a mess. He stopped just a few feet in front of Dean, his smile slowly falling as nerves took over. "Hey," he breathed, his body quivering to be in the other man's arms.

"Hey," Dean repeated, watching as chocolate eyes looked down at the grass. His tongue ran along the inside of his shredded cheek, wondering how to continue. He'd been thinking hard on what he wanted to say to Seth the next time they saw the other, but he hadn't thought it would be so soon.

"I'm sorry. With Paige and how I reacted and the video and Phil and—"

Dean softly smiled, taking the last few steps, his rough hands cupping Seth's face gently. "Shut up." He pressed the softest kiss he could to the soft petals of pink flesh. He pulled back, looking into the watery, confused eyes he loved so much. "I love you," he murmured, Seth's shaky hands resting on the backs of his. "And I would take anyone out for you. I've wanted to hit that fucker since the day we met. He's always flaunted having you in front of me."

Seth felt a weak smile touch his lips. "I'm still so sorry," he barely whispered, leaning in and resting his forehead against Dean's shoulder. "I don't deserve someone like you."

Dean only wrapped his arms around the smaller built man, closing his eyes and holding him close. "I think I should be the one saying that Seth."

Roman tipped the brown bottle upwards, draining the last bit with a smile. "So, things are better?" he asked, looking across the table at the blue eyed male. "Seth let me know you two talked."

Dean nodded, thinking back on the last couple days. He'd done everything in his power to show Seth that he wasn't angry, that he still loved him, that the entire fight could be forgotten. He'd found it was harder than he thought it would be to convince Seth that they could still be together, they could be happy and that Seth wasn't damaged goods. "A little. He's still stuck on going back to Punk. I still can't believe that fucker just acted like Seth was his own personal whore," he growled, taking a drink of his own beer. He shook his head, anger bubbling inside him as he lowered the bottle from his lips.

"He'll come around," Roman encouraged gently, thinking of the two. "He's got everything he could ever need in you." He smiled at the other man. He really was happy for Dean and Seth. He'd waited years for the two to just give into the other, and finally after the biggest blow up anyone could imagine, they finally had each other. "Just hold onto it Dean. Don't let him go."

Dean knew that the shaky words held a double meaning. He sighed, looking down at his bottle of beer, swirling it around by the neck. He wasn't sure how to bring up his concerns without half way ripping the Samoan's heart out. He took a breath. "Rome, what's going on with you and Cody? You haven't talked about him since the day I called him a bitch," he finally asked, knowing that Roman needed to let it all out and if he was going to be the only to ask, then so be it. He'd rather Roman took it out on him than someone else close to him. "You can't keep going on like this man. He's gonna rip your heart outta your chest if you aren't careful."

Roman snickered humorlessly, almost sadly. He slouched down in the bench seat, his mouth sliding into a frown. "Too late," he murmured, his hands clasping together on the table in front of him. "He's spending all his time with Drew. I hear him on the phone when he thinks I'm busy. They sound pretty serious." He paused, shaking his head gently. "I feel stupid for still hanging on. He obviously isn't going to suddenly remember."

Dean nodded mutely, heart pounding. He didn't know what to say. He really felt sorry for Roman. He looked down at the table, sure that he'd never be able to fully understand what Roman was going through. He looked up into the offset grey eyes. "I'm always here Rome, anytime you need someone," he finally said, reaching over and tapping his hand on Roman's a couple times. "I know you don't want to hear it, but maybe it really is time to move on."

Roman shook his head, pulling his arms back to cross over his chest. "I'm trying Dean. I would love to just stop feeling like this all the time but that's hard to do when he really is my heart. I've never loved anyone the way I love Cody. Nothing I do gets me very far. And every time I try, I end up with the silent treatment."

Dean's brows furrowed as he thought about those words. He knew that Cody had insisted on Roman moving on as well, so why would he give Roman any kind of negative feedback for doing as asked? He went to answer, pausing when his phone started to vibrate in his pocket. He looked down, pulling his phone out and looking at the screen. He felt his lips turn up into a smile when he noticed that it was a message from Seth. He quickly read the message before tapping at the screen and putting the phone away. "Hey, I'm not trying to bail on you but Seth wants to talk. You gonna be okay here?"

Roman nodded, standing with Dean. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I'm just gonna have a couple more rounds and go home. Cody's probably out anyway," he muttered bitterly, looking down at the floor. "You go talk to Seth. Make the kid understand for once." He smirked at that comment. A few moments later him and Dean were saying their goodbyes and Roman was walking up to the bar. He ordered another beer before sitting back down at the now empty table alone.

He took a sip from the bottle, blowing out a slow breath. He let one elbow rest on the table top, his cheek resting against his fist, his head going into overload.

Everything was a mess: his head, his heart, every, single thought that seemed to spill out. He was a complete mess. He'd barely made it through the end of his classes, thankful for Brad's help as they days went on at the end of the semester. It was so close to a day he didn't want to remember, a day that once had been more special than anything else. He groaned, head pounding.

He'd been trying to push Cody out of his heart, or at least bury him deeper and deeper down to the point that he didn't have to deal with his ever stubborn love. Slouching back down in the seat, he stared at the bottle of beer, heart pounding at the thought that Cody was probably out with Drew, both happily wrapped in the other. He reached out for his beer, downing half of it. He felt pathetic. He was sitting there alone in a bar drinking his misery away.

Roman groaned again, setting the bottle back down. He thought over the last six months, starting from the moment he'd woken up from the accident to the very moment he'd walked into the bar.

He'd been on an emotional roller coaster. Every day seemed to send him through more twists and turns, ripping bigger and bigger chunks out of him. He shook his head, not wanting to think about it. He didn't want to think about Cody. He didn't want to think about how strong his love still was. And he sure didn't want to think about how he hoped that the jealousy he'd heard in Cody's voice and seen in his eyes would remind the smaller male about how much they'd loved each other.

He'd heard it at the hospital when Jay had come to visit, he'd heard it grow when Evan had been close to him, when he and Cody had argued about Brad. He'd seen it in those blue orbs after his and Brad's drunk kiss. It might have been darkened by the night and obscured by the angered tears, but he'd seen it. He knew Cody was jealous, he knew. He'd seen it plenty of times over the years they'd been together. What he didn't understand was why. Cody was happy with Drew, he was the one that had brought up him moving on, dating again. He just didn't get it. He rubbed his hands over his face, closing his eyes as he tried to stop thinking.

A warm hand on his shoulder, jerked Roman out of his trance. He looked up into smiling blue eyes. "Hey Brad," he murmured in greeting, a slow smile running over his lips. At least it was something to keep his mind off of Cody. "What're you doing down here?"

Brad shrugged, tossing his head towards the bar. "You think I was just gonna let you out on your own tonight?" he asked playfully. Once he saw the hurt look on Roman's features his playful demeanor fell slightly. "And Dean called me. He was bit worried. Your cousins are here too though, Trinity told them to come up and keep us company. So, how 'bout some real drinks?"

Roman chuckled, shaking his head at his office mate, enjoying see Brad out in a pair of jeans and loose t-shirt. It was a nice change from the office attire he was used to. "Real drinks?" he questioned, one eyebrow rising. "Psh, a real drink to you is like a martini."

Brad narrowed his eyes playfully at the Samoan man. "I'll have you know that I'm a fucking master at shots. I always out drank all the guys in my fraternity," he boasted, chuckling at the way Roman just shook his head with a low laugh.

"You sure about that?" Last time you had alcohol with me, you ended up with my tongue in your mouth," Roman countered, enjoying the way Brad's face lit up and the blue orbs looked away. "I think you're just trying to get a repeat. Is someone a little bi-curious?"

Brad rolled his eyes, laughing out loud. "Ha! Even if I was, I wouldn't go for someone I had to look at everyday. I can't have you falling for me, it would make days that we're in the office awkward as hell," he responded, moving to sit across from Roman. "Seriously though, how're you holding up? Dean said you were a bit down. I mean, considering the day an all."

Roman shrugged, feeling a lot better now that he wasn't alone with his thoughts. "I'm here," he muttered, reaching out for his beer and finishing it off. "That's about it." He felt a small smile creep across his lips, his grey eyes looking up into worried blues. "So, about those drinks?"

Brad smiled back, grabbing the empty bottles of beer and heading up to the bar. He tossed the bottles away and grabbed a few different shots for him and Roman, Jon and Josh following up with more as they joined them at the booth, Jon and Josh on one side, Brad and Roman on the other.

Roman clinked glasses with the three before downing the shot, his nose wrinkling at the bitter liquid. He smirked, taking another, sure that he would be able to out drink the others with ease. He watched as Brad kept up shot for shot with him, Jon and Josh backing off after the first couple or so. "Just give up pretty boy, you aren't going to win."

Brad scoffed, waving Roman off, ordering them both another round. "Doubt that Reigns. Seems like, I'm doing pretty well so far. You sure you can keep up with me?" he teased, nudging Roman as he took another shot, making a little slop down the bronze chin. He only watched the liquid, glisten on Roman's skin.

Roman chuckled, his phone starting to play a light tone signaling that he was being called. He reached into his pocket, pulling the phone out and looking down at it. His eyes widened when he saw a picture of Cody, showing that it was the smaller male calling him. He bit his lower lip, unsure if he really wanted to answer it or not.

"Don't let him bring you down man," Jon said, knowing all too well the look on Roman's face. "Let it go to voicemail. It's probably not important." He pushed over a fresh beer in Roman's direction, looking up knowingly into the grey eyes. "Boys night out, no women."

This made the others laugh out loud. Roman nodded, hitting 'ignore' before tucking his phone safely away in his pocket. He looked up at the three, taking a drink of the offered beer and smiling. He was thankful for them, they would keep his mind off of the smaller male.

Time went on with Brad and Roman finally giving up on their drinking contest, both too far gone to keep count of what shot they were on. They all heard last call and hurried to get a few more drinks, knowing that the bar would be closing in the next half hour. Brad and Roman took their last couple shots, both red faced and bubbly at the alcohol intake.

"You guys gonna be okay?" Jon asked standing, his phone in hand. "I gotta go, Trin's blowing my phone up about being out so late. I'm supposed to be opening the store tomorrow."

The others waved him off, telling him that they'd be fine. Josh was still rather sober, only having a couple drinks the entire night.

Roman felt his phone vibrate again and he knew it was Cody. He ignored it, like he had the entire night, sure that it was the fourth or fifth time that it had gone off in his pocket in the last five hours. "You gotta ride home?" he asked, trying hard not to slur his words as he looked over at Brad.

Brad shook his head, suddenly wishing he hadn't. Everything blurred together and he shut his eyes to keep focused, his body light and half numb. "No, I just live down the block. I'll walk."

"You mind waiting for me?" Roman asked, looking over at Josh, sure that the other man knew that he'd have to drive him home because he was so drunk. "I'mma make sure he gets home fine."

Josh nodded, almost laughing at the way the two poured out of the booth on unsteady legs "Don't get picked up for public intoxication now Rome, I'm not explaining it to your mom!"

Roman flipped his cousin off, following Brad out of the bar and into the frigid night air. "This is fucking Florida, why's it so fucking cold?" he asked, shivering slightly. "If I wanted this shit, I'd live somewhere up north."

Brad chuckled, bumping shoulders with Roman, leading him down the sidewalk. "Ya know, I woulda made it home fine," he murmured, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Better now though?"

Roman nodded, wrapping an arm around Brad's shoulders. "Yeah, thanks for being there for me. You know if you ever need someone, I'm here too," he said, looking down into blue eyes. He gave his best smile, stumbling over his feet just slightly. "And I'm just a little drunk."

Brad laughed, leaning into the other man's warmth. "I heard it could snow tomorrow, strange huh?" he asked, telling himself not to enjoy the way Roman's body felt against him. "Like, when the fuck does it snow in Florida?"

Roman only grumbled in response, stopping when he'd reached Brad's small bungalow style house. "This your place? It's nice," he commented, looking over the blue exterior, the white accents really complimenting the blue color.

"Thanks and yeah, it's home," Brad said, turning to Roman after they'd made their way up the few stairs to his small porch. He swallowed hard, looking up into the flush face, knowing his own cheeks were just as red from the alcohol. "If you ever need someone Rome, I'm here for you." He sucked in a slow breath, looking up into grey eyes.

Roman smiled, reaching over and ruffling Brad's wavy hair fondly. "I appreciate it," he murmured, stopping when Brad's hand touched his. He felt the warmth of the other man's hand against his and he took a step closer, sure that whatever it was that had a hold of him was due to his alcohol-laden brain.

Brad swallowed hard as he took the initiative and pushed up to press his lips against Roman's again. His heart fluttered when he felt Roman's hands on his shoulders, his back pressing against his front door.

Roman felt Brad's hands slide into his hair, messing up the smooth bun as his tongue eased into the smaller male's mouth. He heard Brad's whimper and desperately hoped to feel something as their tongues touched. He pulled back when he felt nothing, no spark, no real need in the desperate way their mouths moved against each other. "I'm sorry," he breathed, looking down into flustered blue eyes. "I can't do this."

Brad nodded, leaning heavily against the door, looking down at the painted wood of his porch. "No, it's okay," he breathed, telling his body to calm down, to ease up. "That was stupid."

"No, Brad, it's not you," Roman started, groaning at the awkwardness. "You're a great guy, and you're attractive, but right now it feels empty. Maybe after some more time or something, things could be different. But I still love him and I just can't."

Brad nodded again, closing his eyes. "It's fine Roman," he pushed out, already knowing the answer. In reality, he'd been thinking about the other man since their drunken kiss on Halloween and he wanted to try and explore the strange attraction he had to Roman. "I'll talk to you later okay?"

Roman nodded, pulling back from Brad, rubbing his face with one hand, sure that he was making a mistake just letting someone who was truly interested in him walk away like that. He started down the steps, shaking his head, wishing he could turn his emotions off and push Cody from his mind completely, at least for a little while.

Roman pushed open the door stumbling over his feet as he felt the warmth of the house rush over him. He smiled, happy to feel something other than the bitter cold against his skin. He shut the door louder than he'd meant to and kicked his shoes off. He could barely see straight, the alcohol wearing him down.

"Well look who finally decided to come home."

Roman looked up, wincing at the sudden movement. He groaned, seeing double for a moment as his eyes landed on Cody. "Fuck, do you have to yell?" he asked, coldly, standing up straight and rubbing his eyes. "It's not that late. Why are you bitching?"

Cody just stared at Roman, already angry at the other male. "It's three thirty in the fucking morning!" he snapped, walking up to where Roman was standing, looking up into the red face. "I tried calling and texting you all night to figure out where you were. I hope you didn't drive like that."

"No mom, I didn't drive. Josh brought me home," Roman retorted back, his voice low and irritated. "Why are you even worried about it? You weren't here when I left, I figured you were out with Drew."

Cody shook his head, letting Roman pass him. He watched the other man walk into the kitchen. He followed. "No, I was here, waiting on you to get home. Why didn't you answer me? I thought something happened to you!"

"How about you just not worry about me?" he asked, feeling like the words were phrased weird. He grabbed a glass, thinking a glass of water would do him some good. "Just mind your own business and focus on Drew." He knew he was being an asshole, but at that moment, he really didn't care. He'd had enough to think about that day and he was just ready to tell everyone exactly what he thought. "Why did you fucking call me so much anyway?"

Cody's jaw tightened as he walked over, grabbing the glass from Roman's hand and throwing it into sink, listening to it shatter on impact. "Because I was fucking worried about you Roman. You've never just up and disappeared. Dean and Seth wouldn't tell me anything and I got a little scared. I do care about what happens to you!"

Roman's eyes widened at the confession, his heart pounding. He looked away, groaning as he shook his head. "Just leave me alone," he muttered, walking away.

Cody was tired of Roman walking away from him. He was tired of all of their arguments ending the same way. He felt his stomach churn, his blood boil as he stood there with his fists tight at his sides. He as so tired of how they were. "Happy fucking anniversary!" he yelled, stopping suddenly after the words had left his mouth. He swallowed hard, Roman whipping around to look at him with wide eyes. He was silent, Roman walking back over to him.

Roman instantly felt his mind go sober, his body numb as he rushed over to Cody, grasping the other man's upper arms almost desperately. "What did you say?" he asked gently, desperately searching one eye before moving to the other and back again. "How do you know what today is? Huh?" He felt his body shake, his hands tightening on Cody. "Who told you?"

Cody shook his head, frozen as he looked into the desperate face, Roman's brows furrowing as they stood in silence. "I… I don't know," he murmured, unsure of why the words had even slipped free from him. "I didn't know…."

Roman sighed, leaning in and resting his forehead on Cody's shoulder. "Why?" he questioned softly, the pure anguish evident in his voice. "Why do you have to torture me like this?" He felt the burn of tears behind his eyes, body shaking. "Why can't you just remember me? Why?"

Cody stood there, frozen at Roman's words. He felt his heart pound, suddenly seeing just how much he'd meant to Roman and how he was constantly the one hurting him in the long run. "Roman," he breathed, wrapping his arms around the other man, holding him close as he felt the first hot tear plummet into the shoulder of his shirt.

"I just wish you'd remember," he finally said a few moments later, the tears gone from his voice. He pulled back, looking down at the floor. "Or I could forget everything too. Then we wouldn't be like this."

(A/N): Well, things are finally getting straightened out with Paige and Dean and Seth, and now Seth's got some self worth issues… But Dean's there for him. And Roman… talk about a shitty situation. Not just with Cody but now Brad too. Hm… So, bets on what's going to happen next chapter? Thoughts? I'd love to hear them! Onwards and upwards! Title is Nothing Left But Tears by Buckcherry.

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