The air was cool in the apartment. A frigid breeze circled around Dean and Roman as they stood on either side of the room. Hands were kept behind Roman's back. He didn't want Dean to see them shaking. He could feel every hair on his body stand at attention from his neck on down Roman had goosebumps. He didn't know if it was because he was scared of what Dean might say..

Or what Dean might do.

Either way, Roman was a ball of nerves. The last time they were in a room together, Dean had gotten to him. He let him in, despite the walls that Roman had protectively built around him all those years. One look into the sparkling baby blues and he was weak in the knees. Heart pounding, mind racing. Dean reeled him in like nobody else. He had an affect on him that no one else could match.

Not even Seth.

"Your tv is still busted i see." Dean's voice caused Roman to focus back on what was happening. Gray eyes looked towards his old TV with a smile. It busted years ago, in one of Dean's drunken episodes. He came over after a very late night of drinking his feelings, and accused Roman of cheating. Even though he'd never in his life cheated on Dean, or even thought about it, Dean smashed something into the tv anyway, causing an almost-electrical-fire. It was one of Dean's least proudest moments.

"Well when i moved i thought about getting it fixed, but i decided to just buy a new one." Roman shrugged, lifting his big body off of the wall and shuffling his feet towards the couch.

"So you bought a new model of the same TV?" Dean snorted, "That seems like something you'd do."

Roman plopped down on the couch, the cushion squeaked as he made himself comfortable. "I did actually. Even though the new model is different, i think i like it... way better."

"Yeah but you can't beat how the old model made you feel. You can't just replace it and expect it to work the same."

"You're right. But at least the new model treats me good. At least i know the new model won't up and leave me in the middle of the day, without so much of a warning."

Dean's jaw clenched. He knew they weren't talking about the TV anymore. His eyes caught Roman's and with one quick glance he felt himself exposed, like a stuartist without makeup. Roman's gaze held his own, those gray orbs were lit a flame and they both realized... this was about to get really ugly.

"So we might as well get to it then." Dean sneered, with a hard lick of his bruised lip.

"I couldn't agree more." Roman said back, leaning against the couch like he was prepared for their verbal judo. Seth was bound to come up sooner or later, Roman wasn't stupid. But he also wasn't afraid of Dean and if he had something to say, it was better they do it now, than later.

"So you're fucking my best friend huh?" Dean's words came out quick and harsh. He wasn't holding anything back.

"Yeah. I am." Roman reply was just as fast, his gaze never faltering. "Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"Really, Roman?" Dean could feel his jaw set even tighter. "So just like that? You go and fuck the one guy who means the most to me? You go and fuck Seth.." Dean had to laugh, it was either laugh or punch Roman in his fucking face. Dean fought back that idea, if anything he knew Roman wouldn't take a fight lying down. They had many fights over the years and even though both of them were evenly matched, Dean came out a little worse for wear a couple of times. Most of them were play fights, but Dean never forgot how hard Roman hit.

Never.

"So you think me dating Seth has something to do with you?" It was Roman's turn to laugh now, because obviously Dean had lost his mind. He let out a light chuckle then rolled his eyes. "Are you that self centered?"

"What?" Dean was confused, was this not about him? Roman dating his best friend. Check. Seth fucking his ex. Check. Dean was at the center of all of this. How could this not be about him?

"Oh now you're confused right?" Roman shook his head, clicking his tongue. "You weren't confused when you punched Seth in the face though. You weren't confused when you busted his lip over me."

Dean opened his mouth to say something but Roman put his hand up, stopping him from speaking.

"Me dating Seth has nothing to do with you, Dean. It never did!" Roman's voice raised, things were tense now and Dean could tell Roman was getting heated. "For two and half years of my life i was devoted to you. I fucking loved you. And you know what you did? Up and left like the coward you are." Roman paused, looking out towards the open window, "So in return, i decided to close my heart to any and everyone after that. Because if you could break my heart so easily, anybody else could too. And i admit it, i was a fucking mess after you left, i cried every day for six months over you. Tyler came over and tried to cheer me up, nothing worked. Dolph came over, nothing worked. Even Nikki. Nothing. I was so numb. For so long, the lost of you made me believe i wasn't worthy of real love."

When Dean saw the tears in Roman's eyes he moved closer to the couch. He was hesitant at first, in the sheer fear that Roman might not want him close, but fuck it. He was gonna sit next to him and just let the chips fall where they may. He slid next to him, and put his hand on Roman's leg. Roman looked towards him then looked down at Dean's hand. He sniffled, but let Dean keep the hand there as he continued.

"Seven months ago, I'm in a coffee shop getting my daily latte before work and out of nowhere, Seth and i literally collide. He spilled his coffee on my new shirt and at first i was furious but, after i figured out that it was him, my anger went away. " Dean saw Roman smile through tears, as he thought back to that moment. "We got to talking after that. He kept asking me if i was okay, i kept asking him how he was. Over time, this new friendship i created with your best friend became something.. more. I found myself wanting him, and he admitted he wanted me too. We agreed at first that we shouldn't, i was your ex and he was your best friend. So we tried to keep it friendly between us. But after awhile, we couldn't ignore how we felt any longer and eventually, we started dating."

Roman turned to Dean, gray eyes that were misty and sulken looked back at him, "It wasn't ever about you. It wasn't about revenge or getting back at you. Nor did we plan it. It wasn't about him being your best friend, either Dean. I didn't even know you guys still were in contact until a couple of days ago. Me falling for Seth was about me. Finally able to let myself be happy."

Dean's lip trembled, his hands shifted off of Roman uncomfortably as he turned around, no longer able to face him. His worst fears were coming true. Roman was falling for Seth. He was happy with him. Dean wanted to cry. All this time he was thinking that Seth did this to spite him. He stupidly thought that this was all about him. That after all these years Roman was holding a grude or something.. When in reality, the guy just wanted to be happy. Fuck. Dean choked back a tear, willing himself to keep it together.

Roman frowned, he knew he was probably breaking Dean's heart but there was no way out of this. It was better that he told him the truth now than let their residual feelings linger.

Roman owed him that much.

"Dean." He put his hands on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. "Do you still wanna tell me why you left or.. should i go?" Roman squeezed his shoulder, "I don't want to hurt you.."

Dean sighed, closing his eyes. What did it matter anymore why he left? Roman was with Seth now. His heart no longer belonged to Dean. "Does it matter?" Dean gulped as he choked back tears. "You're with him now.." Dean didn't want it come out as pathetically as it did, but he didn't care. He thought having to leave Roman was the biggest regret he ever made in his life but he was wrong. Letting Roman go and fall in love with his best friend was.

"Yeah it does.. to me. We owe this to ourselves. Don't we?" His soft caress warmed Dean inside, that large hand on his shoulder was comforting, and familiar. He almost-almost reached back to connect their fingertips, but his mind told him no. He couldn't because this man was no longer his, he was with someone else. His best friend.

"Dean?" Roman unknowingly squeezed his shoulder again, trying to get him to say something in return.

Dean let out a small sigh, Roman was right. He might as well tell him, and let him know the real reason he left. Roman told him the truth about Seth so, Dean owed the truth too. "That day at mom and dad's house.." Roman cracked a small smile that Dean couldn't see when he referred to his parents as mom and dad still, "Their anniversary party.. Ya know the one we were late to because you decided we should have a shower quickie? Well.. after i came back from the bathroom, i went to find you and.. I saw the ring Ro.." Roman watched Dean's back tense. "I saw the engagement ring. I heard the convo with ma, i know you were planning on asking me to marry you." He exhaled, releasing a sharp breath and he turned to look at Roman.

"That's why you were so freaked out that night." Suddenly things started making sense to Roman. "You knew i was ready to propose."

Dean nodded, "Yeah, and it scared me. Like fucking hell. I was in my early twenties Ro, as much as i wanted you.." Dean hesitated for a moment, "I couldn't see myself spending the rest of my life with you. Not back then, sometimes i couldn't barely breathe without thinking about you, but i didn't understand what it meant to be that happy. I didn't understand how you could... love me."

A short breath released from Roman's lips. He understood where Dean was coming from, they were both young and dumb back then. Roman put his faith in their love and it turned around and bit him on the ass. He knew now that whatever he and Dean had...

Just wasn't meant to be.

"You know if you would've told me this two years ago, i would've said fuck you, and your fears, and let you walk outta my life again.."

Dean looked up, his eyes full of hope. "And now?" He asked, inching even closer to Roman.

"Now.." Roman wiped away a tear from Dean's cheek. His lashes were wet, making Dean's blue eyes pop. His hand lingered on Dean's beautiful face, and Dean's eyes closed when Roman's thumb caressed his lips. Roman caught himself, snapping his fingers back. Dean's eyes flashed open in fear that Roman had regret what he just did. "I have Seth.. and you have that beautiful blonde. I guess somewhere down the line.. we got over each other."

Dean's bottom lip dropped slightly open. He wasn't expecting that. On a level, Roman was right. They both had other people in their lives now. Dean was getting married and Roman was falling in love with Seth. But somewhere deep down, they both knew that this wasn't over.

Was it?

Roman waited for Dean to say something, but when no words came he decided to leave. They both said what needed to be said and hashed it out. He understood why Dean left now, and even though he thought he was a coward for leaving the way he did, it was three years, Roman needed to let it go. He was gonna let Dean go and move on with Seth.

That was plan, anyway.

"Goodbye, Dean." Roman whispered, getting up to walk to the door. "I hope you have a great life."

"Roman wait." Dean got up too, his voice caused Roman to pause by the door, but he didn't turn around until he heard Dean utter the words...

"...What if i'm not over you?"

"Drink up Seth!" Randy pushed the fruity drink in Seth's face as they both sat at the bar. Seth gave Randy a weak smile, twiddling the glass with his thumb and index finger.

"Okay so i know there's something wrong, but i also know you have no plans on telling me what it is. Am i correct?" Randy pushed his stool closer, leaning against his friend comfortably.

"You're correct." Seth smiled genuinely this time, looking into Randy's blue eyes over his shoulder.

"Is it the same thing you don't want me to know about that has something to do with why your face is all bruised up?" He felt a warm hand on his waist, and Seth just nodded again.

"Okay i won't pry." Randy sipped his beer then placed it back down on the cardboard coaster. "Just please tell me Roman didn't do this to you?"

Seth looked at him, raising his brows in disbelief. "Roman wouldn't ever hurt me." Seth sighed, brown eyes trained on his drink. "At least not physically."

Randy's brows furrowed, "What does that mean?"

"It means that for the first time in my life I actually care for a guy beyond sex and fun for a month or two and i think I'm in love with him but.. I'm afraid he's still in love with someone else." Seth's fingers tensed around the glass. Randy noticed, so he put his hand on Seth's to comfort him.

"I know what it feels like to be in love with a guy who doesn't love you back." Blue and brown eyes caught and Seth released a pathetic sigh. "You know how i deal with it?" Randy asked, taking Seth's snapback off his head. Seth smiled when Randy put it on his own head instead. He actually looked really cute.

"Enlighten me." Seth said softly.

"I ask him to dance with me." Randy put both of his hands out, prompting Seth to take them. Seth bit his lip and locked hands with Randy, letting him lead him to the dancefloor.

They both get lost in the music and togetherness. Randy holds him tight as Seth leans into him, letting himself go as they grind. He felt his strong hands on his hips, squeezing firmly, but not controlling. The music blared, and Seth found himself happier than he's ever been. Partly thanks to the alcohol, but mostly because of Randy.

After a few more shots and more dancing, Randy and Seth decided to walk home. He walked Seth all the way to his apartment. Once they were at the door, Randy and Seth paused to laugh... at absolutely nothing.

"I had a great time tonight." Seth said, leaning against his door. "You really took my mind off of a lot of shit. Thanks Randy. You're.. such a great friend." Seth's words slurred as he spoke, he smiled at Randy and did a little lean against the door, trying to level his feet together but failing miserably.

"Anytime. Sleep well okay?" Randy leaned down and gave Seth a chaste kiss on the cheek. He was about to walk away after that but Seth pulled him back in by his arm. Randy fell back towards him, his chest pressed against Seth's.

"Don't go." A drunken Seth pleaded. "Make me feel okay again." He nipped at Randy's lips, "Make me feel good Randy." Seth grabbed at his nape and then planted a full kiss on Randy's lips.

"Seth..." Randy gasped against his lips, tasting sweet vodka and kaluha mixed together. His hands cupped Seth's face as he gave him a series of soft drunken kisses.

"Make me feel good, Randy." Seth pleaded again through hazel eyes. Beautiful chocolate pips that Randy couldn't resist even if he wasn't drunk.

One tug of his belt buckle, and Randy was his. Without putting up a fight, Seth opened the door and they made their way inside.

"What if i'm not over you?" Roman heard Dean say from behind him. His feet creaked against the old floorboards as he came closer. Roman's breathing became uneven, his chest heaved softly. In and out, in and out. He felt Dean come up behind him, and before he knew it, pale arms were wrapped around him from behind.

""What if i've never been over you?" It was whispered near Roman's ear, all soft and filled with temptation. Roman wanted to fight it, he really did. But when he felt Dean's warm hand lift his shirt up, and softly caress his abs he knew that his resolve was fading quickly.

"Dean... Please." Roman pleaded with him to stop this. But the hand kept moving up his flat abs, and fingernails scratched back down them. Making Roman release a grunt laced thick with lust.. and frustation.

"Tell me to stop and i will." Dean taunted him, and that devious hand ran down Roman's front, teasing the front of his jeans. Roman gasped, his head tossed back to Dean's shoulder. His body sparked when Dean touched it. It ignited tiny fireworks on his body, making it hard to concentrate.

"You can't do this to me." Roman panted, pushing Dean hard away from him. The trance he had him in was slipping away, giving Roman his bearings back. "You think you can just seduce me into sleeping with you? Scratch that Roman itch you've had for three years? Well I'm no one's whore. Fuck you Dean."

Roman reached for the door, but seconds later Dean slammed it shut, not letting Roman go that easy. "You can't go." Dean told him softly.

"Give me one good reason?" Roman huffed, crossing his arms.

"Because i love you."

Roman's heart might have literally stopped when he heard the words. The three words that he thought he'd never hear him say. He couldn't of just said he loved him. He... couldn't of... right?

"You don't mean that.." Roman shook his head in disbelief.

"I mean every word. I love you." Dean said it softer, coming closer to Roman. He stopped when he was face to face with him, his heart was racing, but he knew Roman's probably was too. He pulled Roman towards him and their foreheads touched, he could hear Roman breathing. In and out. Dean released a breath too. "I love you." Dean said again.

It was somewhere around the third i love you that Dean decided to kiss him. He needed those lips, he needed Roman to know that this wasn't a one time thing. He missed him, he missed him so much and even though he was hurting two people he cared about the most.. he wouldn't trade this moment for anything.

Roman didn't kiss him back at first, but gave up after less than a second of Dean's lips on his. Their kiss was slow, meaningful, trying to rediscover each other after years apart. They pulled away to give each other a look, one full of desire, and raw need. Dean barely got a chance to breathe when he felt himself being lifted in Roman's arms. His legs wrapped around Roman's waist, arms held him close, blue stayed on gray and everything else in the world faded away.

And with another kiss... they walked to the bedroom.. together.

Renee sauntered around her house in her silk robe, looking for Dean. He's usually in the study right about now, going over cases for the firm. Lately she's been feeling a weird distance between her and her soon to be husband so she decided to rectify that.. with a blowjob.

Yes she didn't want to have sex until the wedding, but she needed to feel close to Dean again without having to give away all the goodies. It's worked time and time again so Renee didn't have a problem with it now.

"Dean baby.." She entered the room and leaned against the door. "I have a surprise for you..." Once Renee took a good look around the room she noticed Dean wasn't there. "What the fuck.." Renee exclaimed, shuffling her feet to go find out where the fuck Dean was.

"Dean?" She looked through all the rooms in their house and found him.. Nowhere. Renee walked down stairs and saw a note hanging off the fridge door.

Hey baby, i had some late night errands to run.

I should be back later. I love you

- Dean.

Renee read the note then sighed. "Eh. Might as well eat ice cream and watch lifetime until he comes back." She said to herself. She got a pint of strawberry häagen-dazs then headed upstairs.

She was eating and watching a movie, laying on Dean's side of the bed because she missed him so much. She started to lean against his pillow when something felt odd. Renee fluffed the pillow up and laid on it again, but it still felt.. weird.

Renee lifts the pillow up and feels around it. Something inside of it felt flimsy and not like cotton. She reached inside of the pillow case and pulled out what looked like a picture. It was backwards. Renee read the caption first.

"Happy anniversary babe, the only thing better than your love is your kisses -Roman." Renee made a face. "Where have i heard that name before?" She asked herself.

Renee turned the picture around and her face automatically went white. It was Roman Reigns. The best cake decorater in town. Roman Reigns and her fiance, kissing on a bed... together.

Renee couldn't breathe. She put her ice cream on the table then sat up, taking the picture with her. Quickly she ran into his study and started to look for more clues.

Dean was gay? How could she not have known?

Renee tore through files, ripped open cushions, tossed pillows, destroying everything in the entire room. Her anger leveled up to 1000 and soon she was smashing lamps just to see if Dean had anything hidden in them. It wasn't until ten minutes later that she was kneeling in the middle of the room, crying. Dean had been lying to her this whole time. He said he never dated long term before her. That he was a lone wolf. Lie. Lie. Lies! All of it.

Distraught, Renee looked down at the picture in her hands and started tearing it up into little pieces. Then she screamed, she screamed as loud as possible even though no one could hear.

She screamed for the love she thought she had, and the man who had lied to her..

"No. No. No." Renee cried, getting up off of the floor. "He's mine." She promised herself, running up the stairs.

Renee picked up her cell phone and dialed Dean's number frantically, waiting for him to answer.

"Hey this is Dean.. I'm unavailable right now, leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible."

With the sound of the beep.. Renee screamed again.

A/N: So the last chapter divided a lot of you guys. Even some of my hardcore ambreigns shippers! So now i wanna know.. Who's side are you on now? Seth, Dean, or... maybe Renee? - Melle