Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Rated: M
Warning(s): Slash, Threesome, Kidnapping, Threats, Possible Non-Con, etc.

When they arrived at their hotel room, Roman was the first to speak. Rather unceremoniously, he dropped his belongings onto the floor, before making a beeline for the hotel phone. "I have to call McMahon and let him know we arrived, before he shits a fucking brick."

Seth watched him walk away, and found that he had to tear his eyes away. He took the liberty of picking up Roman's bags, before he followed Dean into the bedroom. He was surprised to find three twin-sized beds, instead of the standard king-sized bed that they usually had in their hotel rooms. And when Dean didn't say anything about it, Seth felt his heart sink. Maybe their relationship was disintegrating more than he had thought. Setting Roman's bags on the middle bed, Seth claimed the far bed. His head was bowed low so that Dean could not see the conflicting emotions warring on his face.

Dean was speaking, not necessarily to Seth, but more to the room in general. "The trial starts at two tomorrow... if we leave at twelve... no, that won't be good... what about traffic? If we leave at eleven... no, then we'd be too early..." and he continued on in a similar fashion.

"Dean..?" Seth hesitantly, gently, pressed into Dean's monologue. But he didn't even seem to have caught Dean's attention.

"The trial should only last a week... maybe a week and a half..." he'd opened his suitcase and was starting to unpack, "We should be back in time for the next pay-per-view... but what if it takes longer?" And then, "What the..? Where the hell are my boots?"

Seth knew exactly where Dean's boots were. After all, he had been the one who had packed them. "Dean, I..."

He was tossing his things all over the room, and once again, Seth's words fell on deaf ears. "Where... could... they... be? Ahah!" Came the triumphant cry as he pulled them out of his suitcase. "I knew I couldn't forget you." And then he carelessly tossed them aside.

"Dean, I was just wondering if... maybe... y'know..." Seth trailed off weakly, feeling incredibly low and ignored.

"Hmm? Where you saying something, Seth?" Dean asked, looking away from his stuff for the first time.

Seth felt unwelcome tears brimming in his eyes as Dean met his gaze for the first time, and when he couldn't hold Dean's gaze any longer, he tore his eyes away. "No, I wasn't saying anything. Just... nothing."

Dean didn't look too sure, but nodded anyhow. "Okay." And then he went back to his ramblings.

Seth turned back to his own suitcase, feeling the first tear slip silently down his cheek. Everything was so different than it had once been. It wasn't even like life had returned to normal - this was far from the 'normal' that they had once shared, before the monster Ryback had come into their lives - but this was some form of Hell, which was, in many ways, even worse than the Hell that he had endured at the hands of Ryback. This felt like total rejection by the only two people in the world that really mattered to him. And not even that. This felt like they were totally denying his existence. And that really hurt.

Roman wandered into the bedroom, a serious look on his handsome face. He made his way over to Dean, hooking an arm over his co-dominant's shoulder and whispering to him in low tones. This was not unusual. While in many aspects, Seth was an equal in their relationship, he was still their submissive and really didn't have much say in matters concerning his 'welfare'. Dean had once explained that, because they were his dominants, it was their job to make sure that he was happy and healthy. He shouldn't have to worry about it. Well, Seth had to say that, right now, he wasn't all that happy.

When they finally pulled apart, Seth offered his lovers a shy, watery smile. He was fairly certain that it was obvious he had been crying - hell, he was probably still crying - but neither of them mentioned it. "Um... Dean, Roman..?"

"What?" This time, it was Roman. His voice was hard, and his eyes were deadly cold.

"Um... I was just... just... I... um..." Seth blabbered, feeling Roman's gaze burn holes into his face.

"C'mon, Seth, we don't have all day. We have so much that needs to be done before the trial." That was Dean, who had placed his hands on his hips.

"I'm just scared that... what if we don't win the case? What if... What if Ryback is allowed to walk free?" Seth's voice was trembling and the tears were flowing freely, but he still forced himself to stare in the general of his lovers.

Dean took the initiative on that one. "You don't have to worry about that, Seth. He has so much shit going against him, there's no chance that they'd let him off the hook." Dean said confidently. "Worrying about something that's so set-in-stone is just a waste of time."

Once again, Seth was disheartened, feeling like Dean was somewhat mocking his fears. "Okay." He said, that watery smile returning. But he really wasn't so sure.

An hour later, Seth found himself sitting on the brick fence that surrounded the hotel. He needed some time by himself. Not that he wasn't pretty much alone in the hotel room. But he needed time away from his lovers' presence, time when he didn't have to sit there and be purposefully ignored. He knew that that wasn't actually what they were doing (or, at least, he hoped that that was true), but how could he not feel that way when all they did was treat him like he didn't exist? He felt lower than ever before, and while he was in that low place, he couldn't help but wonder what this meant for the trial...

He'd been trying to tell Dean and Roman that he was having bad feelings about the trial. Deep down, he understood that what Dean had said was one-hundred percent true - there was so much shit stacked against him, it would be impossible to shovel through all of it. But that didn't mean that he felt any better about being in the same courtroom as the monster. He wouldn't be handcuffed in the courtroom, and prison guards were only so strong. Seth had seen so many movies about prison escapades gone wrong, and he couldn't help but relate them to his life right now...

His thoughts continued on like this, making a vicious whirlpool in his head. And he was so caught up with them that he didn't even notice the shadow looming dangerously over the brick fence where he sat...

"So... about what we were talking about earlier..." Dean said, staring at the taller dom.

Roman frowned. "Vince got a call this morning from the local police department. Ryback has escaped."