Roman and Dean were both starting to grunt from time to time. Seth had filled two buckets of water. He handed one of them to Samara. They nodded at each other and threw a bucket of ice cold water into the two men's faces. Both of them woke up and said a whole lot of words that didn't make sense at first.

"What the fuck?" Dean was the first to make a full sentence.

Roman tried getting up but couldn't move. He looked down at his restraints that kept him tied to the chair. All he could do was tip over the chair, and that would only result in him hurting his shoulder in the fall and still be tied up once he hit the floor. He looked up at Seth and Samara.

"What's going on?" Roman asked.
"One of you were behind what happened to Samara. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. You're not getting loose until I know who it was," Seth said.
"You got to be shitting me!" Dean growled.
"I would never hurt her!" Roman raised his voice. "It's me, for crying out loud. I was the one pushing for this relationship when you were feeling insecure in the beginning. You wouldn't even be together if I hadn't forced you out of the house to meet her for the second date."
"That means nothing right now," Seth said. "One of you drugged her and had her kidnapped. Since all three of us were away together, you both had a solid alibi. At least one of you handed over your key and the code for the house. Or maybe you worked together. If that's the case, you both die."

Both Roman and Dean's jaws dropped. Seth was serious.

"I'm not fucking dying for you!" Dean growled.
"Me?" Roman asked. "I had nothing to do with it. It had to be you."
"What the fuck would I get out of it?" Dean asked.
"What would I get out of it?" Roman asked too. "That's my friend over there. I fucking love her as much as I love you and Seth."
"Shut up!" Samara yelled.

Both men stopped arguing and looked back at Seth and Samara. Samara clearly wasn't as broken as the two men had been led to believe.

"You fooled us," Roman said.
"I had to," Samara said. "You gotta understand that I thought Seth might have been the one behind it."
"I can tell you it's not fun waking up with a knife against your throat," Seth said.
"I apologized," Samara smirked.
"And I forgave you," Seth smirked back. "I love you, baby."
"Oh, shut the fuck up!" Dean rolled his eyes. "You know me, Seth. I'm your brother. For all we know she staged this whole thing to break us apart."

Roman slowly turned his head to look at Dean who was busy pleading his case to Seth.

"Funny how you're throwing out other theories to get the heat off yourself," Roman said.
"What?" Dean looked at Roman. "Oh my god, you too? What the hell does this bitch have that makes both of you hard?"
"Excuse me?" Roman frowned.
"That's it, isn't it? You wanna fuck her, don't you? If you can't have her, no one can. You did this," Dean said.
"Samara," Roman looked at Samara. "Who tortured you?"
"Two men," Samara said.
"But who? What were their names?" Roman asked.
"They didn't tell me," Samara answered. "They both had curly hair. One of them dressed like a cowboy and drank all the time. The other was clearly the leader. He was so full of himself. Drinker did whatever he told him to. It was my luck drinker was too drunk the day I escaped. It made it easier for me to attack him."

Roman frowned again. He turned his head to look at Dean again.

"That sounds an awful lot like your two old buddies Kenny Omega and that hangman Page dude," Roman said.
"Nah man, I haven't spoken to them in years," Dean said.
"Don't lie," Roman said. "Check his phone. I bet there's a lot of calls to those two. Check mine too while you're at it. See if I'm hiding anything."
"Don't touch my fucking phone!" Dean growled.

Samara ran back to the men's rooms and found their phones. She came back with them and looked at Roman first.

"Password?" Samara asked.
"41309," Roman answered.

Samara put in the password and handed Roman's phone to Seth so he could check it while she checked Dean's phone.

"Dean?" Samara asked.
"I'm not telling you shit!" Dean hissed.
"45114," Roman said. "For the letters in your name. 4, 5, 1 and 14. You're not too smart when it comes to passwords."
"I'm gonna fucking kill you!" Dean yelled. "Don't you dare look in my phone!"

Samara put in the password and unlocked the phone. She went into Dean's call log and saw those two names turn up again and again. Seth was looking over her shoulder, and he got more and more angry. She opened the texts messages and there was the proof Dean couldn't run from.

"Keep her alive for as long as possible. I want her to suffer for an eternity."

Seth read the text out loud and bared his teeth at Dean.

"Why?" Seth demanded to know.
"She's no good for you. She's turning your head. You don't need a fucking girl in your life. Why have one when you can have them all? It used to be just the three of us, and then that whore came along," Dean said.
"Shut up!" Seth screamed.
"That's it? You're jealous?" Roman asked.
"And Roman's girl? Did you even find anything on her?" Seth asked.
"No, that shit is sealed. She's not a witness. If she was, I would have found her. Whoever she is, she knows how to work around the system and avoid it," Dean said.

Roman bared his teeth like Seth did. If Roman hadn't been tied to a chair, he would have jumped Dean on the spot.

"You don't get to mess with our lives that way. We're not your fucking puppets," Roman said.
"Bros before hos," Dean said. "Just let the whore go and we can go back to normal."
"I've heard enough," Seth said.
"Fucking untie me!" Roman growled. "I'm gonna hurt you, Dean. I'm gonna hurt you so bad that you're gonna wish you never met me."
"You're gonna choose that whore over me?" Dean asked.
"Yes!" Both Seth and Roman shouted at the same time.
"I should have fucking killed her instead!" Dean yelled.

His voice went into a whimper and he turned his head to look at Samara. She was right in front of him. He looked down and saw the knife she had planted in his stomach. He knew he was in big trouble. She knew where to stab a person and what damage it would cause. If she pulled out the knife, he would slowly bleed to death in front of them. It would be a painful and cruel way to go. If she left the knife in there, there was a chance he could be saved at the hospital.

"Don't pull it out," he begged. "Please, Samara. Don't pull out the fucking knife. I don't wanna die. Forgive me. I was stupid. I didn't mean it."

She pulled the knife out of his stomach and he let out a gasp.

"No, please!" He cried. "Don't let me die like this!"
"You fucking deserve it," Roman said.

Seth walked over and grabbed Dean's tearstained face.

"I love her!" Seth said firmly. "Remember that as you die, whore. I... Love... Her!"

Seth stepped away from Dean and walked behind Roman's chair to untie him.

"Please!" Dean cried. "Roman, help me."

None of them reacted to Dean's pleas. They just watched as he slowly bled to death. Once the light in his eyes went out, the two other men allowed their tears to fall. They had loved Dean up until this moment where the truth was revealed.

"I'm sorry," Samara said.
"This is not on you," Roman said.
"Come here," Seth pulled her into his arms. "I love you, baby."
"Fuck, we got some cleaning to do. We better work fast. Give me his phone," Roman said.

Seth handed Dean's phone to Roman so he could check it himself.

"As I expected," Roman sighed. "He calls in every night at midnight to check up on them. If he doesn't call tonight, they know they're fucked and that they have to run. We need to clean this mess quickly and be at their doorstep by sunset."
"The sun goes down around 10 PM. I remember the way back there," Samara said.
"Plenty of time," Seth smirked. "Let's get started."
"I can see by the texts that he thought you were completely broken. He calls you a retarded mute. He even applauds them for breaking your spirit and your brain. I hate what they did to you, but well played, Samara," Roman said.
"I get the Omega bitch," Seth said.
"That leaves the cowboy to me," Roman said.
"Hey! What about me?" Samara asked.

Both men looked over at Dean's corpse and then back at her.

"You got to kill Dean," Seth said.
"Okay, fair enough," Samara smirked. "But can we at least torture those two assholes just a little before you kill them? Just so I get a bit of revenge."
"That should be doable," Roman chuckled. "Let's load up Dean's corpse and bring it there. We can stack them and set all three of them on fire afterwards."
"Sounds like a plan, big dog," Seth said.

Seth leaned down and pecked Samara's lips.

"Oh, Roman," Samara said. "Call that girl. Dean tried to stop it from happening. Don't let him get that win over you. If she's not a witness, she performed the hit. And she walked free somehow. She sounds like a keeper to me."
"I will," Roman grinned. "Tomorrow. Tonight it's all about having some fun with a couple of assholes that won't see it coming. Welcome home, Samara. I really missed you. I'm so happy to see you're not a shadow of yourself as I first thought. You're truly yourself."
"I don't want her any other way," Seth smirked. "My baby's finally back home where she belongs."