{Writer's block is a bitch XD}

Only a few days had slowly passed, the silence between Dolph and Dean was still present. It was 12:00 pm on the dot and Dean sat at a bar for about two hours, drinking shot after shot, pestering the bartender to refill his glasses. He was very intoxicated, swiveling from side to side in his stool. His foot stomped on the ground as he caught himself before falling. The bartender was very concerned for him, taking the shot glasses away. Dean became frustrated by the server's sudden action, his fist slamming against the wooden surface with force.

"I said I wasn't done! Now give me another shot!" Dean slurred loudly.

Other customers turned their focus deeply on the drunk male, mumbling amongst themselves. Dean began cussing up a storm.

"Sir, you've had enough…I'm going to have to ask you to leave or I'll have you removed with force…" The bartender said firmly.

"I know when I've fucking had enough! I'm a grown man! My arms are long enough to reach over this fucking table and snatch your ass up!" Dean scoffed.

Before the bartender could do anything else, Dean pulled himself up off of his stool, his eyes blood shot and glassy as his face was crimson.

"I'll just find somewhere else to go…the service here is shit anyway…you're not getting a cent out of me you little fuck boy…have a good night…" Dean snarled.

Everybody silently watched as Dean stumbled out of the bar, the room automatically filling with conversation after he left. The street lights and noises of the busy city was nauseating to Dean as he stumbled into a wall of the building, slumping against it, his eyes closed. Dean's head was pounding, he was very dizzy as well. He sank to the ground as he rested against the wall.

"Fucking cheap shitty liquor…I feel so damn sick…" Dean mumbled.

Dean was startled by his phone ringing in his pocket, hesitating a bit. He sighed deeply as his hand weakly reached into his pocket, pulling it out without even looking at the contact. He answered it.

"Huh…?"

"Dean…?"

"What…? Who the fuck is this…?" Dean slurred.

"Dean its Seth…are you okay…?"

"Oh yeah…it's you…how the hell are you!?" Dean chuckled.

"You're drunk aren't you…?" Seth sighed.

"Yeah I'm fucking wrecked…and…?"

"And…? Dean I could care less if you don't want to hear this but to bad…I haven't heard from Dolph for a few days, he hasn't been answering his phone at all. I even went by his motel room a couple times and he didn't answer…his lights were still on but the door was locked. I'm starting to think that he could've killed himself…" Seth explained.

Dean huffed, a crooked smile appearing on his face as he was silent.

"What do you want me to do about it…huh…? Go there, bust the door down and carry his dead body outside then fucking cry…?" Dean chuckled.

"You're really a piece of fucking work aren't you Dean…? I know Dolph loves you. And this grudge you're holding against him is fucking childish! Get over yourself!" Seth spat.

"What I got over is him Seth…he blew his chance with me by fucking playing with my emotions! He only had fucking excuses! He wanted my dick! Not me Seth! If he did kill himself, he did it for attention! He doesn't fucking love me!" Dean snapped.

"Oh come the fuck on Dean! That night when you were drunk, you obviously had no problem getting into his pants. I saw you're body language…if you really loved him, you would've respected him more…and now you're telling me you could care less if he died…you're no better Dean..."

"So…I was drunk…drunk…and why the fuck are you in this!? Stay the fuck out of it! And you're fucking wrong! Dolph doesn't love me! If he loves me so damned much then he wouldn't have threw me under the bus that day! He was fucking with my mind and you knew it!"

Dean boiled with both anger and sadness as his voice was cracking. It remains silent. Seth sighed deeply on the other line, clearly hearing Dean Sob.

"I see why you've been drinking…I knew you wasn't going to be able to stay mad at him for long Dean…" Seth said.

The cellphone slipped from his fingers, falling into his lap as the screen was still brightly lit. Dean covered his face, silently sobbing as people passed by without even noticing him. Seth was right, he needed Dolph even more now. He grew more worried about him, quivering as he picked his phone back up and placed it to his ear again.

"Seth, take me to him…come and get me now…don't fucking stall you hear me? Just get here…" Dean was stern.

Dean hung up, sitting quietly as he waited for Seth. The temperature quickly dropped and Dean hugged himself tightly. Dolph was the only thing on his mind, all of those harsh words he said to him was coming back to haunt him. Dean was beginning to regret it. What if he really did commit suicide? He thought. His heart raced and he began to pant as he was starting to panic. With the thoughts in his mind starting to attack him. Time seemed a bit slower. He cursed at himself, standing to his feet, losing his balance as he was still very intoxicated. Dean threw his arm at the wall as he caught himself. His dizzy spell became worse, using his free hand to press on his stomach. He bent over and threw up on the sidewalk, luckily, there were no people around him as the area became dead for a while. Dean coughed and spat, grimacing at the bitter taste of cheap liquor that came up. Dean was so dazed that he failed to notice Seth's car slowly pulling up next to him. The honk of the horn caused Dean to jump and stumble into the wall. Seth got out and rushed toward him.

"You really are shitfaced…" Seth sighed.

Dean yanked his arm away from Seth while he tried to help him to the car.

"I don't need your help…just do your job and drive…" Dean spat.

Seth said nothing, obeying Dean as he made his way around the car and got in, waiting for Dean as he did the same. They drove off quickly, heading to the hotel Dolph was staying in. Before Seth could even park, Dean got out and began running into the building.

"Damn it Dean!"

Seth swears with instant frustration then parked the car. He hurried into the hotel to see a fidgety Dean waiting at the front desk where nobody was.

"Dean just follow me and calm down…" Seth said.

Dean followed Seth down the long hallway, taking an elevator to the second floor. As always, Dean was very inpatient. As the elevator stopped, the two made their way down the second hallway. Seth stopped at a door on the far right. Room number was 32E. Dean shoved Seth out of his way and turned the door knob a couple times. The door was locked. Dean began to beat on it.

"Dolph! Open up! It's Dean! Damn it open up!" He shouts.

There was no answer. Dean grew irritated as he could clearly see that the lights were on through the crack of the door. He felt like breaking down, the thoughts of Dolph being either hurt or dead pestered him. Seth threw his fists at the door, beating on it hard.

"Come on Dolph!" Seth yelled.

"Let's just break the fucking door down… I know he's in there…he isn't answering it…" Dean breathed.

"Dean we can't…"

Before Seth could even finish his sentence, Dean backed away from the door, running back and ramming his shoulder into the door as hard as he could. He repeated himself.

"Dean stop!" Seth shouts.

"Shut the fuck up…I'm busting this door in…" Dean spat.

It took a while of extreme force from Dean until the door finally flew opened, hitting the wall inside the room. Both Dean and Seth froze at the sight in front of them. Dolph sat in the middle of the bed, leaning onto Jack, his legs on either side of Dolph. He had a knife held to his neck. They both were in nothing but their boxers. Jack's eyes were darkly hooded, looking at Dean and Seth. Dolph was petrified, his chest quickly expanding as he breathed heavily.

"Well look at this baby…we've got ourselves an audience…" Jack purred.

Dean glared at the male as he instantly boiled with anger, his fists tightening as he attempted to run at him. Seth grabbed his arm, stopping Dean.

"You realize that he's got a knife Dean…?" Seth warned.

"Let me go Seth! Let me fucking go so I can fuck this worthless son of a bitch up!" Dean hissed."

"You wouldn't want to lose your friend now would you Dean…?"

Jack's eyes were hooded, glaring at Dean darkly. The blade was pressed on Dolph's neck, right on the jugular. The blonde male quivered with fear as his icy orbs stayed focused on Dean.

"If you kill him, I'm fucking killing you! I fucking swear Jack!"

Dean's voice was harsh, becoming infuriated. Seth stood quietly, a blank expression on his face thus, it was very obvious that he was angry as well. Jack's eyes were plastered to both men as he slowly began to move the blade from Dolph's neck to his chest. Dean took a big step forward but Seth's hand was on his arm tightly, holding him back. Jack couldn't help but to smile big, finding Dean's reaction very amusing. The tip of the knife dug upward into Dolph's flesh, causing the blonde male to arc his back, wincing to the sudden pain by Jack's force. Jack stopped his movement, the tip of the blade piercing threw his skin, but not deep enough. His hand was then tightly pressed to Dolph's mouth, stopping his cries as faint whimpering was muffled.

"I'm going to kill him! And I have no problem hurting you to Seth!" Dean spat.

"Dean you're a fucking idiot! He's doing this just to get a reaction out of you! He thinks it's funny, don't you get it!?" Seth scoffed.

"Yeah, I know…he's begging to get his ass beat Seth…I understand." Dean chuckled.

"If you run at him, he will kill Dolph! The knife is already under his skin!" Seth warned.

"Very smart of you to notice that Seth…but I still didn't get what I want from him yet…now be a good boy and hold him back for a while okay…?" Jack said.

It was silent as Jack moved the knife away from Dolph, a little blood trickled from the small wound he had. He kept the knife tightly in his hand, tilting Dolph's head to the side and began to brush his lips up and down the blonde's neck. Dolph arced his back, quivering from the sudden pleasure he was getting from Jack. His lips teased Dolph's neck, trailing his deep kisses up to his jaw then stopping. His lips stayed in that same spot, his lips pressing on the blonde's jaw softly. His eyes rolled to Dean and Seth.

"Don't worry about closing that door by the way…I'm going to show the world what this little slut is good at…" Jack purred.

"And I'm going to show the world how you fucking die…" Dean hissed.

Seth stumbled forward as Dean bolted toward Jack, swinging his fist at the male. Jack was instantly stunned by Dean's blow to his head as the knife flew out of his hand. Dolph quickly fell over with him, rolling off the side of the bed. He grabbed his clothes off the floor and rushed toward Seth, dressing himself quickly.

"Get him out of here Seth! Leave me alone with this son of bitch!" Dean snarled.

Dolph then attempted to go to Dean but Seth grabbed his arm.

"Dolph, let's go…" Seth demanded.

"He's going to get stabbed! No!" Dolph spat.

"I said let's go!"

Soon, Dolph and Seth were gone, closing the door behind them. Dean pulled Jack off of the bed, making him hit the floor pretty hard.

"So you thinks it's funny holding a knife to somebody's neck attempting to kill them huh…?" Dean growled.

Jack was yanked up on his feet by his hair as Dean Let go, throwing his fist at the male's face. He flew on the ground and Dean kneeled down over him, placing his hand tightly on his neck as he looked at him darkly, and full of boiling anger. Jack struggled to breath, grabbing the hand that was on his neck.

"First you crack his fucking skull, then you tried to kill him in front of me!? I'm going to fuck your face up so bad!"

Dean grit his teeth, his face as red as blood. Jack's eyes became glassy as it became more difficult for him to breath. Dean loosened his grip on Jack's neck they began throwing multiple punches to his face, breaking his nose and jaw and blackened his eyes. Jack was now out cold and Dean stopped himself, breathing heavily as he just looked at the bloodied male flatly.

"I dare you to fuck with Dolph again…I dare you…" Dean spat.

He then stood to his feet, his eyes still focused on a bruised and beaten Jack. Dean walked to the door, stopping as he leaned his head on the wall. Dean thought to himself, still completely angry and wanting to literally kill Jack. He waited to calm himself down a bit. Jack weakly rolled over on his stomach, his head falling on his folded arms, then looking up to see a blurred Dean. Jack looked around to see the knife laying a few feet away from him under the bed. He reached for it with a shaky hand, picking it up. It wasn't long until Jack finally stood to his feet, stumbling quietly as he held the knife tightly. He approached Dean, lifting the blade above his head then bringing it back down with force. The knife pierced Dean's shoulder, causing him to fall to the floor. Dean rolled over, lifting his leg to kick the knife from Jack's hand as he attempted to stab him again.

"You're fucking lost!"

Dean scoffed as he sat up, pressing his hand on his wound that bled heavily. Jack approached him thus, Dean kicked him stomach, causing Jack to fall over.

"I guess I didn't fuck you up bad enough…"

Dean got up and walked over to him, kicking him in the face a few times. This time, Jack was out. Dean made his way out of the room, rushing out to the parking lot to see Seth and Dolph inside the car. The two looked at him in horror. Before Seth could even open the door to get out, Dean ran and got inside.

"Just fucking go to the hospital…no questions, just fucking go!" Dean winced.

Seth started the car and rushed off, keeping his eyes on the mirror as he looked at him.

"He fucking stabbed him didn't he!? I told you he was going to do it Seth! God damn it!" Dolph snapped.

The blonde crawled to the back seat with Dean, reaching for his shoulder but his hand was slapped away.

"Dean don't do this!" Dolph begged.

"Don't worry about me…once I get to the emergency room, I'll be fine…" Dean breathed.

"Dean you're bleeding everywhere!" Dolph shouts.

"Did you even fucking hear me a minute ago!?" Dean spat.

"I heard you Dean! But I really don't give a fuck what you say right now!"

Dolph place his hand on Dean's as he put some extra pressure on his shoulder. Dean groaned in pain.

"Seth hurry it up!" Dolph grew impatient.

"I'm going as fast as I can!" Seth replied.

"I'm not fucking dying Dolph…relax!" Dean winced.

"Like I said before…I don't give a fuck what you say!"

"So you fucking care about me all of a sudden…" Dean spat.

"I swear Dean…don't start this now…"

"I can start whatever shit I want to start, Dolph…"

"Calm down already!" Dolph snapped.

"Don't tell me to calm down, and don't follow me in the hospital…" Dean hissed.

Seth pulls into the parking lot of the hospital, parking close to the door of the ER and got out of the car to help Dean. Dolph stayed quiet as the door was opened. Dean was helped out of the car and into a wheelchair. Seth rolled him off, stopping to look back at Dolph who was standing by the car.

"Dolph…?" Seth said.

"Go ahead…I'll be right here…" Dolph replied.

"You heard him Seth…let's go already…" Dean complained.

Seth was confused as he rolled Dean inside the hospital.

{There's only a few more chapters left in this story. started another and want to finish that one. enjoy! /3}