You can 100% blame this chapter for the lengthy absence. I have re-written this 3 times because I just wasn't happy with the way it turned out. But now I am over the moon with it… Adding a new little wrinkle to the story ;)

28th August 2017

The departure lounge was heaving with travellers, passengers from all different cultural backgrounds swarming the terminal like ants at a picnic. Seth was pretty lucky to find himself a seat so close to his gate. His flight was delayed, shocker, and decided to make the most of his time while waiting. He caught up with a few emails, replied to some fan tweets and even messaged Roman and Dean, letting them both know what was going on. When he exhausted all his options, he loaded up Tinder, which, for the last couple of days had been slim pickings. He was about to swipe left on yet another lovelorn soul when he halted, recognising the face staring back at him. Short sculpted dark hair, a dazzling wide smile and the bluest eyes that Seth had never really noticed before. Finn, 35. "Balor?"

Seth swiped through the small collection of images he saved to his profile, recognising many the places he had also visited on tour. All the while that bright smiling face shining up at him. 'Why not'. Breaking his pattern Seth swiped right. The "You Have A Match" notification popping up instantly followed by a message.

[Well, well. Never thought I'd see the likes of you on here Rollins. Your love life in the toilet too?] [Ha! You could say that again. I'm guessing you're on the same flight as me] [I would say so when it gets here that is -_-] [An hour delay! I could have rented a car and drove and still would have got there quicker. Where are you?] [Just wandering around, you?] [I'm at the gate] [Cool, meet you there 😊]

Seth smiled at the screen. He hadn't had much chance to catch up with Finn since his return back. The pair seemed to really hit it off, eventually, that is. Seth felt incredibly guilty for injuring him in the first place, costing poor Finn a year of rehab just to fix his shoulder. But Finn never saw it that way. "Accidents happen. It's the nature of the beast." They hit their stride in friendship when Seth blew out his knee, for the second time. Seth spent a lot of time down in Alabama's medical rehab facility, getting to see the best doctors WWE could buy. The same Doctors Finn was also seeing. They would pass one another during sessions, just general chit chat about how their rehab was going, keeping each other company during long downtimes. To eventually helping one another push through and train with their physical therapy. He was a good guy and never once held resentment for him.

Seth continued to scroll through profiles, none of the eligible bachelors catching his eye. When the empty seat opposite gained a new occupant. A heavy-looking duffle bag dropping down into his line of sight, pulling Seth's attention away from his screen.

Finn smiled a wide toothy grin and gave him a small wave. Seth returned the smile, unhooking his headphones and extending his enclosed fist out across the walkway, Finn doing the same as the pair exchanged a fist bump. "So, what the hell is the holdup?" Finn asked, his soft Irish accent sounding as soothing as ever.

Seth shrugged as he stowed his phone back into his hoodie pocket. "I think they said there was a delay at the other airport"

Finn rolled his eyes, settling into his chair, casting an eye around the vicinity. "It'll be a miracle we make it to the show at this rate. Anyway," Finn adjusted himself, leaning forward slightly to give the illusion of a more private conversation. "What the hell are you doing on Tinder?!" He asked quietly, a coy half-smile tweaking his lips. Seth let out a deep nasally "HA," shaking his head. Embarrassed that he'd been caught out. "I gotta be honest Seth, I was surprised. I had no idea you were…" Finn extended his hand, waving it around as if trying to find the right word.

"…into men." Seth finished. Finn offered a small shrug followed by that drop-dead handsome smile. "It's not a secret. I was under the impression everyone backstage knew though."

"No," Finn said almost too eagerly, leaning forward even more. Elbows pressed to the tops of his knees, fingers interlaced and hanging over into the void of space. "I had no idea. But then again, it's not the kind of thing you go around asking in a public setting. You had much luck on there?"

Seth smirked, smoothing down his moustache. "Yeah… you could say I've got pretty lucky. This thing has seen me more action than I've had in years." Finn looked a little confused, head lolling to the side slightly, not following Seth's train of thought. "As Roman so delicately puts it... It's like cruising, but without having to go outside."

Finn laughed "I see. So, it's just a hook-up thing."

"Not necessarily. I've heard of some success stories but most the guys on there are just looking for hook-ups."

"That explains a lot," Finn smiled, settling back in his chair ruffling his short-sculpted hair. "I've only just joined, and all the guys I've come across so far just seem to be after… y'know… the business."

Seth chuckled, he always found Finn adorably charming. "Why do you need to be on there anyway. I thought you were with someone."

Finn's expression dropped. His happy smiling features disappeared as he fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat. "We… broke up"

"Oh. Oh man, I'm sorry." Seth instantly regretted asking. He'd known they had been together a long time, they lived together down in Florida.

"It's ok. I guess it was always going to be the nature of this business."

Seth's heart sank a little. Holding a relationship while on the road was hard, had seen his fair share of breakups, divorces and couples that just drifted apart. No thanks to gruelling year-round touring schedules, which only gave a brief window of opportunity to see your family and friends. It's no wonder things like this happen. It's why at times like this you needed the boys and girls you workaround to help build up those damaged spirits. They were the only family you had most of the year, and it took Seth a hell-of-a long time to realise that.

Slapping his thighs decisively Seth stood. "We got ages to wait. Let's go grab a coffee." He announced pulling the strap of his backpack over his shoulder. Smiling with a small nod, Finn rose, and the pair disappeared into the sea of travellers.

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Dean lifted the coffee pot, pouring the sweet brown nectar into his paper cup. The sound alone quelling his fatigue. He had the worst night's sleep imaginable. His insomnia thing was in full force as per usual, but the new wrinkle of a bad shoulder was also playing into the mix. He had jarred it last week during a match at a house show, but the thing was still really sore. Electrical currents of pain and anguish would shoot down his arm every time he tried to move it weirdly. Just thinking about it now was making it pseudo ache.

He rolled the joint as he set up a second cup and poured out more coffee. "That thing still hurting you?" Roman's motherly tone creeping upon him as he stilled his paper cup while Dean poured.

Dean shrugged, instantly regretting it as pain shot down his arm like lightning, trying not to wince and prove Roman correct. "It's getting better"

"You should really get it looked at. You don't want it getting worse"

Dean ground his teeth; he absolutely did not want this conversation again. Having it twice with Renee, and already lectured by Roman. But Dean took it on the chin, grateful that the guy was at least talking to him. He still hadn't fully forgiven Dean for his little 'confession' last week. Making sure he was present every time he and Seth were alone. But at least their conversation had evolved from stilted awkward silences to straight out lecturing, which was progress of sorts.

"They'll just sign me off for a week of rest. What am I going to do home alone for a week? I'll go crazy." Replacing the pot onto the warmer he continued to add cream and sugar to his drink.

"I don't condone this." Roman sighed turning and walking away.

"You never do." Dean murmured to himself.

Catering was now at the level Dean preferred. Everyone had already eaten and was preparing for the live TV taping. Only a few were left hanging around, finishing up food, running over last-minute adjustments. The usual sights. He knew there wasn't going to be much leftover at the warm food counter, the chefs stopped cooking over an hour ago, but he would always check, just to make sure there weren't any left-over fries, maybe some sausage. Under the heat lamps sat a few shrivelled fries, a squashed looking baked potato and a few rashers of overly crispy bacon which he snapped up. He managed to also grab some pasta salad, a couple of doughnuts, and an apple.

Since Roman was usually one of the first in catering snagging up all the good food, he took up a seat at a nearby empty table. The remains of previous occupants' plates and trays lined the surface which he shoved aside. He was engrossed in his phone as Dean took up occupancy opposite him.

Even though it had been advertised as 'hot food' the majority of what was left had gone cold. The fries tasting like strips of cardboard, the potato just as bad. As he started on the pasta salad, a familiar face entered catering. Looking like he just disembarked his plane. That black and brave snap back sat reversed on his head hiding the messy bun that Dean knew he was sporting. Considering flight delays usually made him irritable and grouchy, he seemed to be in good spirits. But then again, that might have had something to do with the guy he was currently chatting with.

Finn Balor. A guy with more abs than the entire males' Olympics gymnastics team. Sadly, those legendary abs were currently hidden by a zip-up hooded jacket. He too looking like he'd just stepped off the plane, a duffle bag slung over one shoulder, headphones wrapped around his neck like a ludicrous scarf. But that wide bright, almost sickening smile indicated that he was living his best life. Laughing wildly at something Seth mentioned as the pair wandered over to the coffee pot.

He had made it the full length of catering before Seth even acknowledged his friends, both of whom were now staring at the pair of them. Roman with a small half-smirk and keen eyes training on the pair, Dean with a mouth full of cold pasta and feeling on edge, like he was about to spring into action. Even from across the room he saw the pinkish hue to his cheeks before Seth managed to turn away and make his drink.

Dean chewed his food more slowly as if trying to hear their conversation, which was near impossible. But he didn't have to wait long to ask his myriad of questions. The pair bumped fists and Finn turned, leaving catering, while Seth headed straight towards them.

"What time do you call this?" Roman quipped, sipping from his coffee.

"I know, I know" Seth sighed. Dumping his bag beside them and pulling out the empty seat next to Roman. He collapsed into the plastic, head lolling back as he groaned. "But I'm here, I made it." He said with a limp fist pump into the air.

Dean continued to eat, chasing the remains of his cold, dry potato around the plate.

"So, you and Balor? Replacing us already?" Roman joked, those keen dark eyes training on their friend, a playful half-smirk.

"We were on the same flight. Don't get jealous." Seth sighed. "Besides, I'm allowed to have other friends."

"Uh-huh." Dean recognised that patronising tone. Roman using it on himself more times than he'd care to count. "Just friends with the only other gay guy on the road crew?"

"Oh my god, who are you the Glam Girls?! Calm down."

"He's with someone," Dean said defiantly. Knowing which, made him feel a little better about the situation.

"Well… actually. He's not." Dean slowed his chewing to scowl questioningly at his partner, meeting Seth's honest gaze the small way across the table. Their eye lock broke by Romans playful shoving.

"You sly dog! You asked him?!"

"Not exactly." A cute coy smile puckering at his lips. "He popped up on Tinder."

Dean held his mouth mid-chew, scowl hardening as Roman let out a loud disbelieved scoff. "God, is everyone on fucking Tinder?"

Leaning across the small distance Seth snatched one of the sad shrivelled fries from Deans plate. "We grabbed a coffee at the airport, told me all about it then. He's pretty torn up by it, by all accounts."

"Poor guy," Roman muttered. "They were together for years."

Seth nodded, humming in agreement. After taking a tentative bite he decided they tasted foul and tossed it back onto the plate. Snapping Dean out of his disillusioned trance. "Was kinda thinking of asking him to join us tonight." Seth continued, relaxing back in his chair. "The guy looks like he could do with some cheering up."

"Sure, more the merrier. Right?"

Romans smug gaze landed on Dean sending his subconscious into defence mode, his illusionary heckles once again standing to attention. He never liked the idea of strangers infiltrating their ranks. But with both his friend's stares fixed on him he felt seriously cornered into a reply. "Whatever," he shrugged, mouth full of food.

Seth offered a simple half-smile. "Cool, I'll ask him later."

As their conversation dissolved into the 'flight from hell' and Seth kicking off his usual rant about flight delays, Dean zoned out. His head filled with unwarranted and crappy thoughts about Seth and his new 'friend.' His name cropping up more than once in conversation, making him physically ground his teeth while finishing off his substandard meal. They were just friends, what did he have to get so het up about? 'We are just friends too…' Dropping his fork to his plate, half the content still left standing, Dean pushed it away, leaning back into his seat to sip his lukewarm coffee. The pain in his shoulder flaring up again as he raised the cup to his lips, slamming the thing back down to the table and swapping hands.

"Your shoulder again?" Roman asked, his sarcastic tone rubbing Dean up the wrong way. Glaring at him from the rim of his cup, mentally cursing him for letting the cat out the bag. He hadn't told Seth.

"Wait. Your hurt?" Wide browns considered him, his smile falling into a hard line along with his brow.

"s'nuthin." He knew he should have, but he didn't want to worry his tag partner, especially so close after winning the titles.

"Have you even got it checked?"

"Nope"

Seth sighed, the 'Oh Dean' just audible over the ambient noise in the canteen. "You don't want it getting worse man, you could-"

"I said it's fine," Dean growled. "I'm gonna get ready." He mumbled, pushing back from the table and swiping up his coffee. Dean marched to the exit. He had heard enough. The hallways were busy still, the show was hours away from going live, production crew and other wrestlers all loitering around lost in their own worlds. Dean, however, was nowhere near prepared for tonight. Still dawned in the clothes he arrived in. Baggy cargo shorts and a black Deftones t-shirt, he wasn't even sure where he left his bags. His head was not in the game.

"Ambrose!" Dean halted his trajectory with a roll of the eyes, waiting for Seth to catch up to him. Knowing he probably had to run, the guy, annoyingly, didn't even look a little out of breath. His pursed lips, solid stare, and folded arms infiltrated his line of sight. Unsure if he was annoyed at him or disappointed. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Cuz it's no big deal. We get busted up all the time."

"Were a team now. You need to tell me this shit." Stepping a little closer into his personal space Seth's gaze travelled over him. "Where does it hurt?"

Dean sighed, loosely raising his good arm and waving it at the general area of discomfort, carefully trying not to slop from the cup in his hand. Stepping to the side, Seth pulled forward a large production crate while simultaneously slipping the cup out of Deans grasp. He patted the surface, indicating he wanted Dean to sit. With another loud sigh and roll of the eyes, he obliged, hopping up and making himself comfortable. Smiling to himself as he watched Seth sip from his coffee and grimacing at the taste. He always used way too much sugar for Seth's liking.

Placing the cup beside his thigh, Seth stared intently at the injured shoulder, moving around the crate until out of Deans eyeline, setting him on edge. "W-What are you doing." He asked nervously

"Relax. I'm just checking its nothing serious."

"It's fine honestly," Dean replied hastily as he tried to push himself off the crate, but a warm hand had a firm grip on his good shoulder, forcing him to still.

"Quick being a fucking baby Ambrose. Let me look."

Deans whole body went rigid like any slight movement could set off an explosive. Seth's hand trailed across his shoulder. His warm fingers leaving the safety of his t-shirt and trailing across the base of his neck. A strange sensation of pleasure and pain tingled down his spine as Seth applied a small amount of pressure. "Does it hurt here?" Dean hummed with a nod of agreement. His fingers pressing deeper into his skin, right where the base of his neck joined with his shoulder. That odd pleasure/pain mix reigniting, causing Dean to gasp involuntarily. He felt the weight of Seth's entire hand squeezing a manipulating the sore area, while his other gently rotated his shoulder joint. Seth was good with his hands. Dangerously good. Dean let his eyes close as he took in the feeling. His hands were so warm, and a lot softer than his own. It felt nice. Too nice.

All his blood started to rush southwards as arousal started to stir. Deans eyes flew open, straightening up and flinching away from his touch. Seth paused, hands hovering over his skin. "Did that hurt?" he asked, thankfully mistaking his reaction.

"y-yeah. A little"

"Get some ice on it, that should help."

"Seth honestly it's fi-"

"Dean we're a team," Seth repeated, shuffling to the side to stand in front of him. "That means if your hurt were only half as good as we can be. If you're not gonna do it for yourself then -well- at least do it for me. Please." Seth stood slightly taller than him as he sat. Looking up into those large pleading browns, how could he say no to that? He sighed loudly, rubbing a hand over his collar bone and nodded. He was rewarded with the widest smile. "Stay here, I'll go grab some."

As he watched him walk away, Dean seemed to let go of a breath that felt like he had been holding far too long. Almost panting, like he couldn't get enough air, his body only now starting to relax and come down from the adrenaline his arousal spiked. He ruffled his hair violently, before sliding his palms down to cover his face. 'What the hell is wrong with me?!' Seth had touched him before, and even in more risqué places when applying Icy Hot to his sore body, and it has never betrayed him like that before. Whatever this was, he needed to get over it, and fast.

Dropping his hands, they slapped the tops of his thighs, hard. The sting like a dull punishment to himself. He scoped the corridor, happy to see Seth returning with a medic ice pack in hand. What didn't fill him with joy was the man he was being accompanied by.

"That sounds great." The soft Irish accent carrying down the vast echoing space. "Just you guys?" Finn asked, his eyes flicking up towards Dean.

"Roman too," Seth replied. Now within spitting distance of Dean, he tossed the ice pack towards his partner who thankfully caught it.

Something didn't feel right. To outsiders, it would look like just a couple of colleagues having a conversation. But the way Seth seemed to be smiling way too hard told Dean a different story. Finn seemed to be just as giddy back, leaving enough space between them to slide in a matchstick. Seth laughed wildly at a joke Dean didn't understand while Finn smiled that wide toothy grin, his eye casting over at his partner. Something stirred within Deans gut, something more potent than arousal as he felt the sharp bitter sting of his teeth grinding together.

"Ambrose." Finn greeted with a polite nod. "What you done?". If Dean was having an excitement problem before, it was undoubtedly about to get worse. Finn was already changed for the nights' show. Dawned in nothing more than that leather jacket and tight black trunks, that left very little to the imagination. Like any normal person would ever walk around dressed like that.

"It's n'thin" Dean shrugged slapping the icepack on his sore joint, albeit a little harder than he probably should have. "Just jarred it"

"You better be careful. A busted shoulder is no fun for anyone."

"If that's a jab at me then you're an asshole," Seth said hopping up onto the crate beside his tag partner. The box creaking under the strain of them both. There wasn't enough room for both to sit comfortably, causing the pair to squash together. Seth's entire left side, from his shoulder to his knee, was forced against Dean's. This was not helping his earlier situation.

Finn smiled that wide bright toothy grin. "Oh trust me Rollins. You'd know if I was ribbin' you." He chuckled. "Anyway, got work to do. I'll see you boys later." He bumped fists with Seth and flicked a casual wave towards Dean before swanning off down the hallway. "First rounds on me fellas." He added casually, his voice carrying down the hall as he disappeared around a corner.

"Seriously. That guy needs to eat a carb or something." Dean grumbled. His eyes still lingering in the area where Finn vanished, expecting him at any moment to re-appear. "It's illegal to have that many abs."

"You're just jealous." Seth scoffed, kicking his legs like an infant. His attention also in the same vicinity.

'You have no idea.' He adjusted the icepack. The frozen pain making his shoulder more uncomfortable. His hand also starting to go numb from the chill. Removing his hand to flex his frozen digits the precariously balanced icepack slipped. But Dean's catlike reflexes took over, managing to catch it again before it hit the floor. Catching it with his sore arm. The shooting electricity of pain rocketed through the limb, making him hiss and curse under his breath. Snapping Seth's attention to him, he fished the pack out of Deans grip and gingerly returned it to his shoulder. That stirring again, swelling deep within Dean just at the mere touch of his warm hand on his cold skin, holding that pack in place. He needed a distraction, to think of anything else…

"So, what's the deal with you and Lucky Charms anyway?"

Seth huffed a single laugh, "What do you mean?" Without even looking at his face, Dean knew there was a bright smile forming.

"Just seems like you two are really hitting it off," Dean added, still not trying to look at Seth, for fear that he may do something rash.

Thankfully Seth moved, sliding himself from the crate and hopped down to the floor. "Finn's a nice guy." He said, his hip casually leaning against the box.

"Uh-huh. Got nothing to do with his god-like body or foreign accent?"

"I don't mix work and pleasure, remember."

"You say that now. Wait till you see the guy naked in the showers"

Seth rolled his eyes playfully "Will you stop!" turning on his heel he walked down the corridor towards there 'winners row' locker room. Not wanting him to get too far ahead Dean hopped down off the crate to follow him. "We're just friends." Seth clarified as Dean caught up to him.

'Like we're just friends?' "I just don't get why this suddenly single, gay Adonis is around you all the time."

Seth spared an 'I'm getting real sick of your shit right now' glance towards his partner. His narrowed eyes and slight scowl not even making Dean flinch. "It's not all the time." Seth chided; his tone quipped. "We caught the same flight. We work together-"

"You spent a lot of time with him in Alabama."

"At the Doctors while we were in Rehab!" Seth scoffed loudly. Reaching their locker room Seth pushed open the door. The room was exactly how Dean left it, his stuff littering the one half of the small space. His jacket and street clothes littering the larger armchair, while Seth's newly added additions stood neatly beside the small two-seater sofa. Grabbing his suitcase, he tossed it onto the sofa like he always did, sitting beside it as he opened and unpacked. "I swear, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous of him"

"Am not," Dean grumbled, sitting in the rooms other chair. Not even bothering to move his clothes.

"He's going through a rough time right now Dean," Seth added, either ignoring or not hearing his complaint as he continued to unpack. "I know what that feels like and it sucks. To feel alone, like your only source of communication is now gone. If I can do something to make his day a little better, then why wouldn't I?"

"I just don't wanna share you."

While it had been a joke of a comment, that tiny flash of panic still rippled through him. Like he had just let out a secret he wasn't supposed to share. Seth paused, holding his ring gear, looking across the room at Dean with a deadpan expression for what felt like a lifetime. Before a dazzling smile broke out across his face and a small chuckle. "You're a fucking child. Do you know that?"

Dean gave a small one-shouldered shrug, offering a goofy half-smile. "Yeah"

Seth smile grew brighter as he shook his head, returning his attention to his suitcase. "God, you're a pain in the ass… It's a good thing I love you."

Dean's smile dropped. His chest suddenly feeling incredibly tight. Seth carried on like he had never even spoken, his attention firmly on his belonging and a small amused smile tweaking his lips. Just a throwaway comment that two friends would share, no big deal. Dean sat there, his entire body feeling as frozen as the icepack on his shoulder, as the realisation hit him like a freight train. "I love you too."

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Dean collapsed onto his hotel bed, physically and emotionally spent. The pressures and aches of the day seemly melting into the mattress as he lay there, face first, breathing in the fresh scent of clean bedsheets. While his body craved rest, his mind ran rampant. Visions of what had, could, and never will happen all swam by. Now in the sanctuary of his hotel room, he wanted to scream, cry, smash the room apart like a coked-up Rockstar. But his body wouldn't let him move.

He had dragged himself through the day like he was stuck on auto piolet. His body moving accordingly, saying the right thing, laughing at the right time but never really making any conscious effort. His body riddled him with ailments, while his mind plagued by one reoccurring vision. Playing like a skipping record on an endless loop. "I love you too."

Seth was on his mind even more than usual. Hearing about his Tinder plights was nothing new, sure it made Dean a little weird, a little envious that all these men were bidding for his attention. But they were all behind a screen, nothing usually ever came of it… usually.

"Didn't Finn and Seth look adorable together!" Renee squeaked from the bathroom as she readied herself for bed. "They would make the cutest couple!"

Of course, Dean played nice over drinks. He smiled politely, laughed at his jokes, there was no way he couldn't. By all accounts, he was a pretty stand-up guy. However, adding his boyish charm, good looks, and amazingly sculptured god-like body made Dean dislike him. Or maybe it was more the fact that Seth seemed to be complete putty in his hands. They had left early, Dean not wanting to witness any more of their budding 'friendship'

But what did he have to be jealous of? 'They have like, 3 things in common, tops.' He doesn't know the real Seth Rollins, not like Dean does. Besides who was to say he was even his type? But that lingering thought of him in another man's arms was what lead him right up to this point.

He was pretty sure that this would be the catalyst of his eventual downfall. He knew he was embarking on the biggest mistake in history, regretting his actions as soon as he hit send. The instant flash of 'oh shit, what have I done' hitting him like a cartoon garden rake between the eyes. And yet, he still did it.

"Honey?" Dean looked up from his phone. "You even listening to me?" Renee stood at the doorway to the bathroom. Hand on her hip, brandishing a hairbrush towards his direction.

"Cute couple, yeah." He replied curtly, scooting his tired body off the bed. Turning his cell screen off and laying it face down on the nightstand, he began to undress for bed. Removing his jeans first, easily enough. But his t-shirt was more of a challenge. His shoulder still ached, nowhere near as bad as before, thanks to the ice and pain med Seth provided. But it was still uncomfortable.

Her posture fell as she tossed her brush towards her suitcase. "You seem extra grumpy tonight. Your shoulder still hurtin'?"

Dean replied with a hum of agreeance. But it wasn't his shoulder that was causing his bad mood. Clicking off the bathroom light Renee glided across the room and the pair slipped into bed. She pressed a light kiss to his bare injured shoulder. He expected her to start nagging him about getting it looked at, again. But instead, she just sighed, as if anticipating the outcome already. "You coming to bed too?"

"Yeah. Just waiting on a message from Roman."

Renee nodded with a yawn and settled beside him, flicking off one of the two bedside lamps as his phone pinged with an incoming message. Like lightening Dean leant across to swipe up his device, disregarding the pain in his shoulder.

[Wednesday sounds great Daniel. I can't wait to meet you! X]