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He was moving around his bed, unable to find peace inside his mind. Apparently, liquor only made his head spin around his loneliness even more. He finally gave up on trying to sleep.

As he was sitting on his bed, there was a knock on the door. He grunted, and walked to where the sound came from. As he stumbled slightly to the door, the knocks became more desperate, making Seth more irritated.

"Yes?" Seth ask rubbing his eyes.

"Just thought I'd pass to talk."

Seth was quite surprised. He couldn't believe his eyes, he blamed it on the liquor, but the effects were passing by and he knew this wasn't a dream.

"Sure, Dean. Come in." He said moving aside so Dean could enter the room.

He sat down, and took out a box with cigarrettes, placing one between his lips. Then with the box he motioned to Seth.

"No, thank you. I'm quite drowsy right now." He lied. He didn't know why was Dean there, after all, he was the one who wanted his ass the most.

"I saw you going out to that bar." He began, lightening his cig.

"You don't drink. Specially, I'd never seen you so drunk before." Dean continued, taking his eyes off the floor and directly to Seth's.

Seth didn't know what to think. What did he want?

His blue eyes reflecting worry.

"What's the matter, Seth?" He inquired, his eyebrows arched with confusion and concern.

And again, Seth couldn't find the words, he didn't know where to begin, whether he'd tell it all or if he'd ask Dean about why was he there. But he didn't know that Dean had already read his expression.

"I'm not here to hurt you, Seth. I would have done that a long time ago if I wanted to, and you know that." He looked at him with a serious face, shrugging his shoulders. "I worry about you." He added. Seth couldn't decipher what was behind his gloomy eyes, sadder looking that usual, unaware that his own eyes were glistening with the same sorrow.

"I feel miserable.. It just.." Seth shook his head, he couldn't form sentences that could describe his state. He was sitting beside Dean now.

"I know that. But wasn't that what you wanted? Didn't you leave us for that?" Dean groaned.

Seth looked towards the floor, unable to fight back.

"I know.." Seth whispered.

A hand gently rubbed his shoulder.

"We all make mistakes, but in one way or another we always pay for them." Dean stated.

Seth nodded, slowly.

"So, what's the deal with those jerks you hang around recently?" Dean shrugged.

"Just wait. You mean you're not mad about what I did to you last year?" Seth asked almost desperatedly, like he had been thinking about it every single night, a voice threatened him during his sleep, he could hear Dean's head breaking through the blocks, his boots against his skin, and how still did he look laying there as he left. He'd been having this recurrent nightmares since.

Dean puffed out smoke, slowly. Like he needed time to think of his answer.

"It's not like you'd apologize anyways." He whispered. Seth knew he was hurt, but he'd never accept it. And, if possible, that made him feel even worse.

"I am sorry.." Seth started. "I thought it'd sound too hypocrite to say it.." Dean chuckled.

"At least you got something right." He said. Then turned his head slightly to take a better look of Seth's face. And he regretted doing that immediately. His stomach twisted as he took a look at Seth's face, he looked terrible, messy hair, red eyes.. When had he began tearing up?

Dean hated how much had Seth's decision imploded. Probably much worse for him. He wanted his friend back, but he was unable to. It's like something inside of him wanted this, to see him suffer just as much as he and Roman had.

Suddenly, he curled his fists as he began thinking.

Seth was lost in the midst of his thoughts, until his jaw pained horribly. He'd just been punched. He could've sworn it broke in three pieces.

"I forgive you.." Dean said, almost like sounding like a plea for Seth to come back to him. He stood up.

He should've never been in that room.

Then he felt shaky fingers wrapping around his wrist, stopping him from leaving.

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