Seth couldn't sleep. It wasn't an unusual problem by any means. In the months following the betrayal, he had suffered through plenty of sleepless nights. What was unusual was the fact that Dean was sleeping. His insomnia was well documented, but here he was, sleeping as soundly as could be. Seth was happy about that. The doctor had stressed that Dean needed rest, so he was glad he was actually getting it for once.

Seth slipped out of bed and went to the living room. He briefly considered turning on the TV, but quickly decided against it. He would have to keep it nearly on mute in order not to wake up Dean, which made it really not worth it. Instead he went to the window so he could watch what was going on outside. Given how late it was, most of what he saw was a few stray cars going down the street. The rest was a couple of squirrels running up a tree and a group of college kids laughing and drunkenly stumbling over their own two feet. The sight made Seth smile to himself. He hadn't any wild college days, but he had made up for that in developmental. There hadn't been much to do after they ran the old FCW shows, so he, Dean, Roman, AJ, Kaitlyn, Naomi, Derrick Bateman and Johnny Curtis would go to any semi-seedy bars they could find and stay there until it was either closing time or they got kicked out. The latter happened quite a bit, given how many times Dean and Johnny started chaos. Johnny was always stealing someone's girlfriend and causing a fight, while Dean just pissed off the wrong people by being his usual obnoxious self.

The college kids disappeared around the corner. Seth sighed and just looked down at the empty street now. He envied those kids so much. No matter what was going on in their lives, odds were it was much more simple than what he and Dean were dealing with. He wished that they could somehow go back to something easier. There had been their first days as the Shield, where the biggest thing they ever worried about was who they were going to destroy next. Or maybe even their FCW days. Back then it had just been a circle of fighting and fucking and drinking. Rinse, wash, repeat. So simple. He could do that again easily.

"Seth? The fuck are you doing?"

Seth tore his eyes away from the window to look back at Dean. He was standing just a couple feet away, his hair a mess and his eyes half open. "Fuck. Did I wake you up?"

"Yeah jackass." Dean's voice was even lower than normal from his exhaustion. "You left and made the bed cold." He closed the distance between them and grabbed Seth by the hand. "Come on. Come back to bed."

Seth made no argument. He let Dean drag him back to the bedroom, smiling as Dean laid on his side first before pulling Seth down behind him. He made sure Seth's arm was tightly wrapped around him before he let go of his hand. "There. That's better."

Seth smirked. "You know, there was a time that I never pegged you for a little spoon."

"M'not a little spoon," Dean denied with a huff.

"Then what do you call this?" Seth started placing kisses on the back of Dean's neck. "Because I'm feeling pretty big spoony back here."

"Spoony isn't even a word asshole." Dean rolled over so he was facing Seth.

"We can pretend it is."

"No we can't."

"We pretend things are words if it's you saying them."

Dean grumbled something unintelligible before kissing Seth. Seth returned it happily. The kisses stayed slow and lazy at first. Dean was still tired and Seth didn't want to push and get him more awake than he already was. But gradually they became more urgent. Seth's leg ended up thrown over Dean's, pushing them even closer together. Dean's hand slid down the back of Seth's sweatpants and gave his ass a rough squeeze.

"Fuck." Seth broke the kiss and moved his head back just enough to look at Dean. "We're never going to get any sleep if you do that shit. You know that right?"

"Who needs sleep anyway?" Dean squeezed Seth's ass again, digging his blunt nails into his skin.

"You do. Remember what the doctor said?"

"Fuck that shit." Dean moved his hand so he could roll himself on top of Seth. His mouth reclaimed Seth's, his kisses eagerly swallowing down Seth's objections. His hands roamed Seth's body, moving under his shirt to leave scratches across his tan skin. Seth moaned, which made Dean break the kiss to laugh at him. "You're so easy."

"Fuck you." The words had no real venom. The most Seth could manage was a half ass attempt to bite at Dean's lower lip, which he easily avoided.

"Nah, I wanna fuck you instead." Dean lowered his head back down and started placing kisses all across Seth's neck. "Should have fucked you earlier. Maybe you'd be sleeping."

"Maybe." Seth tilted his head back to give Dean better access.

"The fuck were you doing up anyway?"

Seth shrugged.

Dean stopped and pushed himself up so he could look Seth in the eye. "Come on. What is it?"

"Nothing."

"Don't give me that shit. You're always on my ass for not communicating. What is it?"

Seth still hesitated, searching for a way to say this without sounding stupid. "It's just...I don't know. I just wish things were easier. I don't want to fight some fucking war against Hunter again. Not if you're gonna get hurt."

Dean groaned. "Seth come on. We've already been over this. You really think this concussion shit is gonna stop me?"

"Technically it is," Seth reminded him. "You're not gonna be cleared to come back for awhile. Hell, I might be cleared to come back before you."

"Maybe you will be. That don't mean I'm gonna let this shit fucking stop me, you know?" He rolled off of Seth and leaned over to turn on the bedside lamp before sitting up. "We got our asses kicked. It's happened before and it's gonna happen again. I like getting into trouble and your face has a certain punchable quality about it. It's unavoidable."

Seth's lips twitched. "You still think my face is punchable?"

"I'm just going off what history has shown me, alright? I actually really wanted to fuck your face the first time I saw it, but uh..."

Seth rolled his eyes. Dean had done that more times than either of them could ever count.

"No but really, quit being being so fucking mopey." Dean grabbed his face and used his thumbs to try to force Seth to smile. "Seriously. It's not gonna do anything but give you fucking wrinkles."

Seth jerked his head out of Dean's grip. "How the fuck is it gonna give me wrinkles?"

Dean shrugged. "I don't know. AJ told me that though and she's like, pretty smart or whatever."

"Right." Seth wasn't entirely sure if this was right, but he wasn't going to argue with it. Instead he pulled Dean back into a laying position, wrapping an arm around him before burying his face in the crook of his neck. "What are you going to do if they tell me to come back before you?"

"I don't know. Probably hang around here. Keep myself busy in the desert and the casino." Dean seemed not at all bothered by his answer until Seth looked at him with a frown. "What? It's a pretty good plan."

It didn't sound like one to Seth. "You know you could go down to Tampa. Stay with Roman's parents or something."

Dean frowned. "I'm a grown ass fucking man. Why would I want to stay with Roman's parents?"

"Then come to Orlando and stay at my house. Drake and Sami and Big Cass are all down there." Seth saw that Dean was about to start objecting again and rushed to cut him off. "I just don't like the thought of you being here alone."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Oh god. I actually forgot how much of a sap you can be."

"I'm not a sap!"

"You are too! You're acting like I'm not a big boy who can stay in his own apartment."

"That's not what I'm saying." Seth traced circles over Dean's chest, struggling with what he could say that would maybe win him this argument. "I just..." The real reason came to him right in that second and he realized that Dean was completely right. He was actually just a fucking sap. "I want you to come home."

Dean stayed quiet at that. Seth thought about looking to see the expression on his face, but decided against it. Instead he closed his eyes and kept himself tightly wrapped around Dean, sleep not coming any easier now than before.

There was a Crossfit gym on the other side of the city, so Seth was more than happy to go to that. Dean turned down the offer to join him, saying he wasn't up for it. That wasn't really a lie. He was never really up for the whole Crossfit bullshit. He would rather go out and run or hike to get his exercise in. But in this case, his refusal wasn't just about their differences in routine. He wanted to call Roman, and he didn't want Seth accidentally overhearing their conversation. The stuff Seth had said to him about coming home had been weighing heavily on his mind. Staying a weekend down there with Seth or Roman was one thing. He didn't necessarily have an issue of that. That wasn't Seth was asking though. He had tried to make it like that, but then he had said the word. Home. He wanted him to come home. And Dean had no idea what to do or say about that.

He flopped down on the couch, his phone pressed to his ear. Roman's was ringing. It just kept ringing, and Dean started to get worried that he wouldn't answer it. "Come on Ro." He chewed on his thumbnail, his foot tapping in the air as he continued to wait. "Don't fucking fail me now asshole."

"Hello?" Roman finally answered right before it would have went to voicemail.

"Hey." Dean did his best to keep his tone casual. "What's up?"

"Naomi told Nattie how long I've been single so she tried to set me up with her sister."

Dean snorted. "You tell her you're not into women?"

"Yeah, so now she's trying to set me up with either Orton or Cesaro. I can't win Dean. I just can't."

"Hey, in all fairness, you really do need to get laid again. Go with Cesaro though. He's less of a dick than Orton."

Roman sighed in exasperation. "I'm not fucking Cesaro."

"Come onnnn Romeo. Let him woo you with his Swiss chocolate."

"...I can't even believe you just said that to me. We're never speaking of that again."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Whatever man."

"What about you?" Roman pointedly changed the topic. "How are you and Seth doing?"

Dean shifted around a bit. "Fine. We're fine."

Roman caught the edge in Dean's voice as he spoke. "What is it?" He wasn't going to waste time by not asking. "What happened?"

Normally Dean would have dragged his feet about the subject, but he didn't have that kind of time to waste. "Seth and I were like talking and shit. He was being all worried about what I'm gonna do if he's put back on the road before me."

"What did you tell him?"

"That I'd stay here. And then he got all weird on me. Said I should stay with your parents, or like, stay at his house because there's a bunch of people that live by him that I know." Dean slipped a hand under his shirt to scratch his stomach. "Then we kind of argued and then he said he wanted me to come home."

Roman stayed silent for a very long few moments. "Come home? As in like come live with him again?"

Dean took his hand away from his stomach and threw it up in the air wildly. "I don't know! I didn't really ask and he really didn't elaborate. But I think that's what he might have meant. And I don't know what the fuck to do." He let his hand drop down to his side and sighed. "Should I fucking ask him to elaborate? Should I just ignore it? I mean, I kind of want to ignore it."

"You shouldn't ignore it." Of course Roman automatically said. He was never on board with what Dean said. "You should talk to him."

Dean groaned. "I just...what do you think I should do? I mean, if that's what he does want?"

"Do you want my honest opinion or just what you want to hear?"

Dean frowned. "When the fuck don't I want you to be honest?"

Roman's scoffing noise was the only answer he got to that. "Look, if I was you, I wouldn't move back in with him. Not yet anyway. That's going kind of fast. But I mean, the you coming back to Florida thing is something I'd be happy about. Like, I know why you moved away. I get it. But you're so isolated out there and I worry about you."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Oh god. Calm down mother hen. You know I can take care of myself."

"I know that Dean. But like...you're my best friend. Of course I'd want your stupid ass closer to me."

"Saaaaap." Despite his accusation, Dean did crack a smile.

"Yeah yeah yeah." Roman took the insult in stride. "It's not even practical that you live out there anyway. You're either coming here to see me, or you've been coming to see him. Like, maybe you should come back and get your own place. Start like that and then build up to moving in with him."

Dean thought that over. "You know what's gonna happen don't you? I'm gonna sign a damn lease and spend like no time there because I'll either be practically moved in with him, or staying with you."

"Is that any different than how it's going now?" Roman replied. "I mean, at least with this, if you get pissed off at him or me, you don't got to hop on a plane to get home."

That was a good point. One that was too good to ignore really.

"Talk to him first." Roman made a point to stress that. "You don't actually got to do anything that you don't want to do, alright?"

"Yeah." Dean rolled off the couch and stood up. "I got ya."

"Good."

"Ro?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"Any time."

Seth hummed under his breath as he put the chicken in the oven. After he had gotten done at the gym he had gone to the store to pick up some food. Dean's kitchen looked like it had never really been used, so he wanted to break it in himself. Dean of course, was banished from the room entirely for this process. It felt like fires started when he just looked at a stove. Seth wasn't looking to take a chance on that.

With the chicken in the oven and the potatoes sitting on the counter for later on, Seth came out of the kitchen and searched for Dean. He found him in his bedroom, looking at something on a very large, and probably outdated laptop. "What ya doin?" Seth plopped down next to him and peeked at the screen. His eyes didn't immediately go to what was on the screen. Instead the browser of choice was what got him. "Dude, Internet Explorer? Are you serious?"

Dean frowned as he looked at him. "What?"

"That's like the shittiest browser ever. Why are you on that?"

"...Because it came with the computer?" Dean was looking at him like he had grown a second head. "Why the fuck does it matter?"

"It matters because -" Seth stopped right there. There was no point in explaining. Dean wouldn't give a shit. He wasn't a computer guy. The fact that he even had this at all was shocking. "Never mind. Where the fuck did you even get this?"

"Pawn shop."

"Pawn shop?" Seth rolled his eyes as he saw Dean was serious. "Jesus Dean."

"Jesus yourself Seth." Dean elbowed him in the ribs. "I don't need you giving me attitude."

"I'm not giving you attitude." Seth forced himself to not think about the browser and actually look at what Dean was doing. His eyes widened as he realized he was on a website that had a listing of apartments to rent in Orlando. "Dean..."

"Yeah uh...Ro said we should talk about this or whatever." Dean shrugged and closed the laptop. "I mean, you said you wanted me to come home and shit. And like...I don't know if you meant move back in with you or whatever. And I don't know if that's like a good idea or whatever. I mean, I'll probably just end up in your fucking place all the time anyway, but like...there's not a real point in me staying out here. Not if I'm always coming to see you. And Roman's down there too. And I can like, go bug Roman's mom for cookies and shit a lot easier." He shrugged, growing nervous as Seth just let him talk. "Unless you like, changed your mind or whatever. I can stay here in Vegas if -"

Seth cut him off with a kiss. His mind was not changed. Far from it. He broke the kiss as suddenly as he started it, smiling as Dean smirked at him. "I love you."

Dean nipped at his bottom lip playfully. "Love ya too."