Hey guys, short chapter I know. But in my defence I've been on holiday and haven't had lots of time on my hands lmao. Anyway, if like to thank you all for the kind and thoughtful reviews you posted on the previous chapter! I hope that this chapter receives the same amount of love (I also hope that Seth and Roman win tonight omg). The next chapter is currently being written and should be posted within the next week or so. I hope you enjoy this chapter and please don't forget to review or PM me with any queries you might have. Thank you!

Chapter 2

WARNING RATED T FOR LANGUAGE

During the night, Seth was rudely awoken by his phone ringing. It was Dean. Before Seth could answer it though, Dean ended the call. Slightly irritated, Seth called him back. There was no answer. Prick.

Seth placed his phone on the table beside him and was about to go to sleep, that was until he spied a small piece of paper under the door.

Curiously, Seth got out of bed and went to get the note. He opened it and instantly recognised the scruffy handwriting of Dean. What does he want now?

Meet me outside, the note okay then. This smelt fishy, why would Dean just come see him? Of course he wouldn't want to talk to him, not nicely anyway. Probably get his face caved in. Oh well, Seth was willing to take the risk.

Seth quickly put some jeans on and a Glamour Kills top, before he ran downstairs to meet Dean. This was going to be good.

Eventually, Seth reached the ground floor. Quickening his pace, he walked out of the double doors and proceeded to look for Dean.

As Seth guessed, Dean wasn't here. He sighed, brushing it off as a prank pulled by some school kids. He turned around and rubbed his eyes, in the mix of all this nonsense he didn't actually realise how tired he was (after all it was the middle of the night).

Seth started walking back towards the hotel, when he felt something push him up against a wall. He opened an eye, looking to see who his attacker was. Oh hell no. You guessed it, Dean Ambrose!

"What do you want you fucking idiot?!" Seth screamed, massaging his hurt shoulder.

Dean ignored him, punching Seth in the jaw.

Seth slid down the wall to the floor, fingering the bruises already forming around his jawline. He didn't even bother fighting back.

Dean's face was contorted with anger. He didn't let his anger out by talking you see, he let it out by punching something, anything. Hence why he was punching Seth right now. Dean just continued to beat up Seth, oblivious to his surroundings.

Seth was so tired. Too tired to even fight back. So he just lay there and let Dean beat him to a pulp. It was only when Seth was on the verge of unconsciousness that he had finally had enough.

"Dean p-please...stop." Seth held up his hand lightly grasping Dean's trouser leg, willing his former brother to stop beating him.

Dean stopped hitting Seth after he begged for him to stop. His eyes bulged as he saw what he had done.

Seth lay unconscious on the gravel in front of him. His jaw was lined with bruises where Dean had punched him, his hair was plastered to his bloody forehead, his lip was cut and swollen and his shirt was ripped open revealing numerous cuts and bruises underneath.

Shit, Roman is going to kill him.