It was dark when they finally arrived at Enzo's Orlando apartment.

As they got out of the car, Enzo couldn't help but let out a small smile as he remembered the last time they were all here.

Getting rid of all of Cass's clothes. Winning that tag match against him. Drunken dancing with bad music. His first (and thus far only) guitar lesson with Roman.

And it was here when he first realised that he might have a tiny little crush on Dean and Roman.

Oh, how long ago that now seemed.

He was pulled away from his thoughts when the car doors slammed shut behind him.

"Home sweet Home." sighed Dean as he marched ahead with his bags, leading the way to Enzo's apartment.

"Does he remember the way?" Enzo asked Roman as he frowned after Dean. Roman snorted, "Wait for it."

The two kept clearing out the car, and sure enough, Dean was back after half a minute.

"Get lost?" Enzo tried to hide a smirk.

"No." Dean scoffed defensively, "I just thought I'd wait for you guys. I'm bein' polite."

"Sure you are," Roman smirked at him as he walked away from the car, "Come on baby, we'll show you the way."

Dean stuck his tongue out, in a very mature fashion, but didn't argue as Enzo and Roman walked ahead of him.

As soon as the door of apartment 17 E was open, Enzo was hit by a sudden burst of tiredness.

"How far off is that Pizza?" he sighed as they trudged in.

"Should only be a few minutes now," answered Roman, looking at his watch.

"I hope I don't fall asleep before it gets here," he sighed. The others mumbled their agreement.

Enzo yawned as he made his way to his room to drop everything off.

"Dude your answering machine is blinking like crazy," he heard Dean yell from the living room.

"Can you check who it is?" Enzo called out from his room.

Dean pressed the button, and a very loud voice sounded across the apartment.

"Hey Enzo, it's Leah. Dude, I've left you 16 missed calls and you're still completely ignoring me! Now I know you said you don't wanna talk about this, but I do, so just suck it up and answer your phone! But anyway, to update you on the progress that you apparently don't care about, I've been talking to everyone else about your little love situation. I started a Whatsapp group with everyone in it, but so far no one's actually said anything in it except for me. I've called us 'The Council of Amore'. Get it? Cause you're Amore, an Amore means 'love'? Hahaha, I'm so smart! Anyway I know it's not much of a help, but considering who it is you're in love with, anything will do right now. Wow, in love. It doesn't matter how many times I say it, I still can't believe it! I cannot fucking believe that you're actually in love with-"

The rest of the sentence was cut off, as the answering machine clattered to the floor. Enzo stood above it, staring at it with wide eyes. He had come running from his room, and smashed the thing to pieces just in time. Before Leah said it.

Enzo looked up, and saw Dean and Roman staring at him with wide eyes.

"In love with who?" Roman took a step forward.

"What was she about to say?" Dean almost demanded.

Enzo stared at them, his hands shaking. Holy shit that was close. That was so close.

Too close.

"It... it doesn't matter." he said with a swallow, "It's nothin'." he turned around and scurried off into the kitchen, hoping to pretend to be busy with something, but Dean and Roman followed him immediately, hot on his heels.

They were still asking questions, but the thumping in Enzo's ears kept him from hearing them. He didn't want to hear them.

He eventually made towards the fridge and stuck his had in, pretending to look for something. That worked for a few moments until a hand slammed the fridge shut and Dean's frantic face was right in front of his.

"Enzo, you can't keep doing this."

"Doing what?" he gulped.

"Shutting us out like this!" said Roman behind him. "I know I just promised to stop butting in, but come on, man! Why won't you just tell us this one thing? I mean, by the sound of it, you've told everyone else!"

"Yeah man, there's a fucking council." Dean said with a snarl, "A council of people who know who you love, and we aren't in it! What the hell?"

"Enzo come on, please. Why don't you want us to know?"

Enzo stared at them with wide, frightened eyes. How the hell was he going to get out of this one? He'd exhausted all possible lies, and now he had no idea what to say.

He swallowed, "It's not important." he tried again, walking over to the sink so as to distance himself from them as much as possible.

"Well the scared look on your face tells us that it's pretty important" said Dean with narrowed eyes.

"Come on guys, can't you just drop it?" he pleaded, "Just pretend you didn't hear anything?"

"We've been pretending!" shouted Roman, "We've been ignoring the fact that you're so fucking in love with whoever. We thought we knew who it was until earlier, but apparently we were wrong, and we've accepted that you don't want us to know, but now it's just really unfair!"

"Well why do you want to know so bad!" Enzo yelled back, finally moving onto the 'shouting' part of his denial.

"We just do!" Dean yelled back.

"Yeah! Is that so hard to believe that we have an interest on your love life?"

"There is no love life to be interested in!" Enzo threw his hands up.

"Yeah well this message could have had us fooled," glared Roman, "You're in love with someone Enzo, and I don't get why you don't want to tell us."

"Trust me, you don't wanna know," he said through gritted teeth.

"Uh, actually we really do," glared Dean, "Like, a lot. I mean trust me, we've tried guessing. It ain't Carmella."

"Apparently not Balor."

"You keep saying it ain't Graves but-"

"For God's sake it's not Corey!" Enzo snapped.

"Then who is it?"

"It's not-"

"Don't tell us it's not important!" snapped Roman, "We see you looking miserable over whoever the hell this is. We see how sad you get sometimes because of him so don't you dare tell us it ain't important!"

Enzo was starting to panic, "Please, just stop asking me."

"How can we stop?" Dean too was getting frantic, "How can we stop when we-" he cut himself off before he said too much, "We can't just stop caring about your life Enzo. Why can't you trust us with this?"

"It's not that I don't trust you."

"Then what is it?" Roman all but begged, "Who is it?"

"It's not imp-"

"Yes it is!"

"Please, who is it?"

"I can't tell y-"

"Yes you can!"

"I can't!" Enzo yelled, "I can't fucking say it!"

"Why not?"

"I just can't!"

"Why Enzo!"

"I'm not-"

"Why!?"

"Because it's you!"

It took everyone a while to take in what had just been said.

But no one was more shocked than Enzo. He stumbled back against the sink, hardly breathing and not believing what had just come out of his mouth.

Oh god. Oh god.

"Wh... what?" Roman's voice had all but deflated, as if he hadn't been screaming a few moments ago.

Enzo made the mistake of looking up, and seeing them both there, staring at him with wide eyes

Oh god.

Enzo closed his eyes.

Well. There goes his secret.

"It's you." he all but whispered, "That's why I can't tell you. That's why I can't talk to you about it. That's why I can't fucking say anything to you about who I love, okay? Because who I love is... it's you guys. Both of you. It's... it's you."

He put shaking hands over his face, genuinely afraid to look up. Because if he did he would see their looks of disgust and pity at his pathetic-ness. He couldn't fucking look.

But if he had, he would have seen Dean and Roman stare at him with wide eyes, and barely breathing. And the look in their eyes... well, it wasn't pity. Definitely not disgust.

There was disbelief, sure, but not the kind Enzo was thinking

The two snapped their heads to each other, trying to make sure that they had heard right. That this wasn't some kind of trick of the mind. But when they saw the shining looks in each other's eyes, they knew that they had heard perfectly.

Enzo had said. He'd just said...

"Us?" Roman whispered.

Enzo shrunk back against the sink.

"Yeah," he shuddered. There was no point even trying to grope for any kind of life line here. He was already too far gone, and there was no taking it back, "Yeah. You."

He couldn't believe what he had just said. They always said telling the truth was like a burden being lifted off your shoulders, but Enzo had never felt so heavy.

This was it wasn't it. He'd fucked it up for real this time. There was no going back anymore.

The silence was back with a vengeance. For Enzo, it was painful. He was honestly afraid that if he looked up, they would be gone. Not able to look at him anymore. Not able to even look at him now that they knew how fucking pathetic he was. So he kept his head down and his hands over his face.

The silence went on.

When it was finally broken, it was by the doorbell.

That goddamned Pizza.

For a long time no one moved. Until the bell rang again. And again. With an irritated curse, Roman turned on his heel and hightailed it to the door, if only to shut it up.

Enzo was left with Dean. He could still feel his eyes on him.

"Enzo..." he spoke for the first time in a long time.

He waited, and finally, Enzo looked up, moving his hands.

"You... you love us?"

Enzo swallowed hard. With a sniff, he nodded, "I'm sorry," he whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Dean started walking over to Enzo in long strides, and Enzo winced. Maybe he was going to punch him.

"I'm sorry. I'm real sorry."

Enzo was all prepared to rant long and hard about how he hadn't meant to fall in love with Dean and his boyfriend, but he was cut off when Dean reached him at the sink.

But Dean didn't punch him. No far from it.

Enzo was still rattling on about how sorry he was, but he was cut off mid sentence.

By Dean Ambrose's lips.

Enzo gasped as Dean's lips crashed against his. His eyes fluttered shut involuntarily when they moved against his.

Enzo was sure this was a dream, because this couldn't possibly be real right now. Dean Ambrose couldn't be kissing him, so it was definitely some kind of dream, and Enzo didn't want to waste a minute of it, so he let his lips follow Dean's in a frantic kiss.

Dean's hands were on Enzo's face as he kissed him, his eyes screwed shut. He knew deep down that this was probably not the best way to go on with this conversation, but he couldn't help himself. He hadn't even thought about it. He'd heard those words, and all he wanted to do was kiss Enzo and so.. so that's what he did.

And Enzo kissed him back.

He was finally kissing Enzo Amore, and he was kissing him back.

Dean let out a small growl as he pushed his lips further against Enzo's, his hand curling behind Enzo's neck, and his kiss was returned with equal ferocity. Enzo's lips were on fire as they moved against Dean's, and he swore he almost fell when he felt his tongue touch his. The kiss was hard and hungry, and Enzo let out an involuntary moan as his hands went up to Dean's shoulders, whether purposefully or just to keep himself up, he would never know.

For the first time in a long time, Enzo's mind was empty. Completely empty. How the hell could he think when Dean was... Dean was kissing him.

Really kissing him.

And Enzo was kissing him just as hard, before Dean came to his senses, or before the dream ended, or before-

The thought was cut off when a loud gasp rang through the kitchen.

Enzo's head snapped back, and he opened his eyes. He was quite dizzy now, and his vision was still clearing, but there was no mistaking the sight in front of him.

Roman was standing by the kitchen entrance, two boxes of Pizza in his hand, and a look on his face that Enzo couldn't quite interpret.

Enzo gasped as his senses came back, and he thought about what Roman was seeing.

He was seeing Enzo blatantly making out with his boyfriend.

Right after he'd confessed to loving them, and now Enzo was making out with his boyfriend.

Enzo gasped, his hands letting go of Dean's top, not even knowing when they had gotten there.

Oh god.

Oh god what had he done.

"Oh god," he shuddered, "I'm sorry." he blinked his eyes from Roman to Dean. What the hell was he doing, kissing Dean when he was with...

"Oh god I'm so sorry," he whispered again, tearing away from Dean and stumbling out of the room, making a beeline for his bedroom.

Behind him, Dean and Roman watched him with wide eyes, and then they looked at each other, and then they took off after him, the pizza slipping from Roman's hand and hitting the floor.

Enzo had never thought his room was so damn far from the kitchen. All he wanted to do was hide, but his room was so damn far!

"Enzo wait!" he heard behind him, but that just egged him on faster.

"Please, stop!"

He refused to turn around. How could he after he'd just...

Enzo kept going, and he finally reached his room. His hand was reaching for the doorknob, when a hand grabbed onto his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. He gasped as his head snapped up to see Roman.

"I'm sorry-" he started. He swallowed when he felt someone take his hand. He turned again to see Dean.

"I'm sorry," he said again.

The two seemed to be ignoring him, and Enzo's voice left him when he felt Roman's other hand come up to hold his cheek. Enzo's eyes widened, his mouth slightly open as he saw the look on Roman's face.

It wasn't anger, as he'd been expecting. But still, he couldn't quite place what the look was. Hell, his mind was too frazzled to even think that far. He couldn't even keep saying sorry like he wanted to. Because at the moment, the look on Roman's face wasn't important.

What was important was that his face was coming closer and closer to Enzo's.

He was moving painfully slowly, as if he was giving Enzo a chance to turn away.

But Enzo couldn't have moved even if he wanted to.

He just watched with wide eyes as Roman's face came closer to his.

As Roman's lips came closer to his.

"Enzo," Roman breathed against his lips, "You... you said you love us."

Enzo was nodding before he could even think about it.

Unlike with Dean, Enzo saw it coming this time, but that didn't make it any less of a shock when Roman's lips met his.

He couldn't keep in the pathetic whimper that left his mouth as his eyes fluttered shut and Roman's lips moved against his.

Enzo's hand snapped up to hold onto Roman's side, if only to keep himself up, because he was sure that if it wasn't for the hand on his shoulder and the hand holding his and the wall behind him, his legs wold have given up on him a long time ago.

Roman's kiss was polar opposite to Dean's. His lips glided softly over Enzo's. Much gentler, but just as intense.

Roman's lips moved slowly and deliberately, leaving Enzo feeling powerless against him. His tongue curled around Enzo, pulling another whimper as he kissed him as if their lips were molded together.

It could have been a second or an hour when Roman pulled away, Enzo honestly had no idea, but it took everything in him not to follow his lips when they moved away.

Enzo's eyes blinked open, his breath coming out in shudders as he stared at Roman with wide eyes. His eyes snapped to Dean, who was right next to him, and still holding onto his hand.

What the hell was happening?

Roman's hand, still on Enzo's cheek, stroked his face softly.

Roman licked his lips, and his hand left Enzo's face to hold his hand. The same hand that Dean was holding.

Enzo looked at the three hands, holding onto each other, and then he looked up at Dean's small smile, and then at Roman's.

"Enzo," Roman finally said, breaking the silence, "We should talk."