'You may own my body but you'll never own my soul.'

Seth Rollins stared down at the note that he held, not wanting to believe for a second that it was his husband Dean that had wrote it. But he recognized his handwriting, so sadly he knew that it was him that had wrote this. And that was all it said.

'You may own my body but you'll never own my soul.'

He couldn't understand why Dean had written this or what he was trying to tell him. It didn't say that he wanted a divorce, that they need time apart, none of that. Just those few simple words.

The apartment that they lived in was the same like it always was. None of Dean's clothes or belongings were missing, except his leather jacket. His notebooks of crazy ramblings that always confused him whenever Dean would show him or make him wonder if he needed to get some help for Dean.

Nothing inside the apartment hinted that Dean was leaving him. If anything Seth would have thought he was either at work or out at a bar. Maybe even trying to sell himself on the street for some drugs, which Seth disapproved of. But here was a note he had left behind for him, just sitting on the kitchen table. Seth had a weird feeling that something was not right, that Dean was getting himself into trouble.

They have been married for three years. It wasn't exactly a perfect marriage between them. Seth wanted to adopt a child, but Dean was not ready for one. Plus he also did not want any child of theirs growing up in the place that they lived in. Despite Dean selling his body for money on streets and performing tricks for customers at the bar he worked at, Seth had stuck around, knowing that those men that Dean let fuck him meant nothing to him. He was in love with the man who had gave him everything he could ever want, would give him the whole world, all of his affection, respect, loyalty and love. Who got down on one knee and popped the question.

Seth was head over heels in love with man. And he made sure to let Dean know that every waking morning and sleepless night that he spent with him. Dean...well, he didn't show his love for Seth very much. He wasn't overly affectionate with him, wouldn't say 'I love you' very often, wouldn't cling onto him like a lost puppy or beg him to stay if Seth was ready to leave their apartment after an argument. He wasn't very open about his feelings, would shut Seth out most of the time. Sure, Dean wasn't the most perfect man in the world, but Seth promised himself that he would always stay by his side, to always protect, love and cherish.

Now, staring out the window down at the dark streets below, a cold, eerie feeling stuck with him. He worried that his husband could be hurt or something. But any minute now Dean could walk right through that door, a big smile on his face showing his cute dimples, his glowing because he had scored something good tonight.

And he watched as the clock on the wall kept ticking away, waiting for just any sign of his beautiful lunatic.

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Seth was startled out of a restless sleep when he heard some loud knocking on the door.

"Oh shit." He groaned, sitting up on the couch. He took a look at the time and saw that it was morning. And where it would usually be, hanging on the side of the couch, Dean's jacket still wasn't there. He didn't come home last night. But maybe that was him at the door, knocking because he had forgotten his keys.

"I'm coming baby, just hold on." The knocking continued until he came up to the door, opening it, hoping to see Dean standing in front of him.

What he saw was not Dean, but two police officers standing in his doorway.

"Um, what is going on? Did my husband get in trouble or something?"

"You're Mr. Ambrose's husband?"

"Yes, I am. Whats going on? Is he okay?"

"Mr. Rollins, we don't want to upset but something happened last night."

"W-what happened?"

"The most horrific and terrible crime that has ever occurred in this city. There were quite a few onlookers as we were removing the body from the scene."

That cold feeling suddenly came back. Could it be...no...Dean was okay. Nothing had happened to him. It wasn't him.

"We were able to confirm that the victim was your husband, Dean Ambrose."