Part 3:
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I do not know any of the workers of the WWE personally nor am I affiliated with them in any way. This story is a work of fiction and I make no profit whatsoever from it.
Five years later
Seth pulled his car into his driveway and took a deep breath. He glanced up at the dark windows of the house he shared with his boyfriend and noticed that the lights were out. He knew that Dean had to be home though, it was well past seven and the older man didn't do much at all during the day anymore. He slid the car into park before turning the ignition off and just sitting there in his vehicle. His brown eyes looked outside at their small patch of green grass on their front lawn, his heart sagging that it wasn't kept tidy. That was Dean's only job.
He closed his chocolate orbs and leaned his head back against the headrest on his seat. He sucked in a few hard, deep breaths to try and calm his breathing. His could feel his heart thumping hard against his sternum, the pain almost unbearable as his mind rolled over the past few years of his life. He'd certainly had a better five years than the last he'd had, the constant pressure and stress of living in the way that he had with Dean was certainly something he wished desperately that he could change, only to be pushed hard and far away.
Of course there had been a few good moments of his past five years. He'd worked hard and was now sitting in the top five of all Male Cross Fit athletes in the entire world and he couldn't have been prouder. He'd even managed to drag Dean away from the house long enough to witness his achievements despite the fact that he could see the hurt expression on the older man's face as he showed him his winnings. He'd even come to appreciate the fact that his career as an elite athlete was much more rewarding than the career he thought he'd wanted as a WWE superstar.
His mind pushed through more of his memories of his and Dean's relationship over the past five years. His heart hurt in his chest as he relived all of their triumphs and definite struggles. The first time they'd hit rock bottom as a couple was almost three years ago when he'd returned home from a grueling session at the gym to find Dean passed out in his favourite chair, empty cans of Jack Daniel's scattered through the living room and the television up full ball on a replay of Smackdown.
Seth's heart was racing hard in his chest as he walked into the living room. His mind was swimming with all sorts of feelings that he'd been repressing for far too long until they had finally come to a head and exploded in the way that he knew they were bound to. He could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to calm himself down. This right here was the final straw for him. He had to say something.
He closed the gap between where he was standing in the doorway and where Dean was laying across the black leather chair. He could feel his entire core shaking as he looked at the man he loved. He felt more than a little revolted just from the sight, let alone the smell that was wafting towards him. He leaned forward and grabbed a hold of the collar of Dean's navy blue t-shirt and shook the older man hard. "Wake the fuck up now!" He screamed right in Dean's face.
He continued shaking Dean hard until finally after a few minutes later Dean's blue eyes that Seth once loved fluttered open. He felt even more disgusted by the look that Dean gave him. Those once vibrant blue eyes were faded and a little murky. The man that he had fallen in love with was gone and now he was left with this guy who was turning more and more into something he had never wanted to have. "Why are you doing this to yourself?"
"'M not doin' anyfing." Dean slurred right back. There was a cheeky grin on his lips but Seth was far from amused by it. The sight actually made him want to throw his guts up.
"You can sleep down here tonight." Seth said sharply, perhaps a little harsher than he had anticipated. He let go of Dean's collar, the thud of Dean's body connecting with the chair hard echoing around the tense room. "Don't fucking come upstairs."
Seth had snapped and turned on his heel, the tears pooling at the corners of his eyes while he practically ran out of the room. He missed the tears that left the blue orbs that were locked onto his and he certainly missed that Dean grabbed another drink.
Seth shook his head and reopened his brown eyes, fresh tears rolling down his cheek as he stared out of the car. From inside of his black sedan he could see the black clouds. He knew that it was going to rain and rain hard. He thought that it was kind of fitting with the way he felt inside pretty much all of the time now. There was nothing that made him happy about coming home to the man that he still tragically loved and that made another tear leave his brown eyes and roll down his bearded cheek. He could still clearly remember the following morning that started it all.
Seth cautiously walked down the stairs of their townhouse, his ears on high alert for any sound of his boyfriend downstairs. He hadn't slept a wink last night, his mind not allowing him to nor would the tears that fell from his eyes. He knew what he had to do and that terrified the absolute fuck out of him. He had to make his stand to step up to the plate and at least try to help his boyfriend in whatever way he could.
He walked into the kitchen and stopped right in his tracks. There at the stove, cooking what smelt like bacon and eggs while the coffee machine warmed up was Dean. He slowly took another step inside of the small kitchen and pulled out the chair, the squeaking of the chair being pulled across the linoleum floor causing the older man to turn around. He had to stop the noise that wanted to leave his throat as he took in the image of the older man. Dean's eyes were bloodshot and his face was at least a shade paler then what it usually was. "Hey."
"Hey." Dean's voice croaked out. It was evident that the older man hadn't gotten any sleep either. "I, uh, I'm sorry about last night Seth. I really am. Please believe me that I'm fucking sorry."
Seth sighed. "I wish I could but this shit keeps happening Dean." His brown eyes locked with Dean's blues and it hurt him to make that connection, the connection that he often used to love making. "I want you to get help for your problem Dean and I mean it because I don't think I can be with you anymore if you continue to keep self destructing."
Dean let out a shaky breath before he spoke again. "Will you come with me? I don't know if I can do it by myself."
The smallest smile tugged at Seth's lips. "I'll be there to hold your hand through it all the same way that you were for me."
Dean closed the gap between them and wrapped his arms around the top of Seth. It felt good to actually be pressed right up against the younger man. He'd missed the simplest of touches from the younger man even though Seth didn't wrap his own arms around him. "Thank you." He whispered quietly against Seth's black hair.
"You have to promise that you'll try though Dean" Seth warned. "Because I stand by what I said. I can't keep watching you slowly kill yourself this way anymore."
"I'm gonna try so hard. I promise." Dean said quietly against Seth's hair. His entire body felt like it caught on fire when Seth's arms finally wrapped his body and held him. His confidence was higher than it had been in a long, long time now that he knew Seth would be there to help him through the biggest challenge he had in life.
Seth felt himself jump from inside of his car when the first loud noise of thunder rocked him right to the core and then the rain started. Sheets and sheets of heavy rain were pelting his car and he knew that he should be going inside, getting out of the cold but he wasn't quite ready to leave the confines of his car just yet. Once he stepped out of his vehicle and walked into the house he'd owned for years, he knew he'd have to make the hardest decision of his entire life and he wasn't sure that he was even remotely close to finally do what was best for him.
His mind wandered back through the years as the rain fell loudly around him, memories of the empty promise that Dean had made clouding his entire mind. He'd been there with Dean to hold his hand as they went to a therapist, Seth in on every single session, his heart aching as the older man poured out every single thought in his mind to the complete stranger who nodded and wrote down the relevant information. Seth felt his heart sag in his chest while he listened, the unmistakable hurt of not even knowing half of what his boyfriend was telling the other woman, almost too much to handle.
Once they'd gotten home from their first session, Seth had pleaded with Dean to tell him everything and not spare any details. He would have been lying to say that he wasn't shocked with a lot of what Dean had divulged to him about what had happened to him throughout his life. His brown eyes had watered and several tears had rolled down his cheeks while he sat there holding onto his boyfriend of many years large hand, their fingers still sliding together in a way that both had almost forgotten about. Blue and brown had connected again that night in the most special of ways that both thought was lost forever.
After about a month of attending regular twice weekly therapy sessions that allowed Dean to finally open up about why he chose to do the things he did, why he chose to act the way he did and their therapist had recommended that Dean attend a three month stay at a local rehabilitation centre. Dean had been the most hesitant at first, his thoughts immediately going to Seth and worrying about how the younger man would be on the outside without him. Seth had grabbed his hand that night and told him to go, to fix his problem for the sake of them and that he would be fine.
The three months were as equally hard for both of them but with regular visits from Seth, Dean was able to see the program through to the end and come out of the centre a completely different man. The man who came out of rehab was someone that Seth thought was gone forever. And for the next few months, their relationship was almost back to where it had been when they first moved in together. Even their sex life had returned in an almost ridiculous way, they just couldn't get enough of each other no matter how hard they tried. They were both so loved up and happy that it truthfully made Seth a little cautious about what could possibly happen next.
It wasn't until almost a year after he'd be out of rehab that the downward spiral for Dean began again. A seemingly innocent invitation to one of their closest friend's weddings and the outrageously awkward run in with both of their former bosses was what pushed him over the edge faster than Seth could catch him. He would never forget the day that sealed their fate as a couple.
Seth was all smiles as they walked into the reception, his hand tightly held by Dean as they walked proudly towards a group of their old friends. He knew that today was going to be the biggest test for both of them, Dean especially. He glanced to his right and looked at Dean, the older man's blue eyes scanning the room in almost a panicked way. Seth dropped his hand from his boyfriend's and instead wrapped his long arms around Dean's waist. "Don't worry Dean."
Dean's arms tentatively wrapped around Seth and he felt secure for the briefest of moments. He leaned in close to Seth and inhaled the younger man's scent, the familiar smells of Calvin Klein and the fruity shampoo that he used hitting his nostrils and calming him. He leaned forward and pressed the gentlest of kisses to the man who held his heart's cheek. "I love you."
"I love you too." Seth breathed back. He had to admit his own heart was racing. He was absolutely fucking terrified of the fact that they might run into one of their former bosses but he knew he had to be the strong one for Dean. He pulled back and looked right into Dean's blue eyes, his lips curling into a smile just from the sight of them. He was glad that they eyes he fell in love with were finally back. "C'mon. Let's go say hi to Roman."
Dean's hand slid on top of Seth's and their fingers entwined as they crossed the room and made their way towards where the handsome groom was standing with his beautiful wife. "Reigns!" He yelled out loudly, causing the older Samoan man to turn around and make his way towards them.
Roman embraced them both with strong hugs that the entire room witnessed. He ruffled each of their heads before dragging them over to where his wife was. She looked beautiful dressed in a fitted, mermaid style lace dress that had just the slightest touch of sparkle to it. Their daughter was dressed in a puffy, tulle creation that made her look perfect in her father's eyes. The four of them chatted for a few minutes before Seth felt a hard tap on his right shoulder.
His brown eyes bulged as he turned around and looked right into the eyes of the man who fired him, Paul Levesque. His stomach was doing back flips and his heart was racing hard. "What do you want?"
Paul looked taken aback. He never got spoken to like that. "I just came over here to say hi. Is that against the law?"
Dean turned once he'd heard the other man's voice. "Can you just fuck off?"
"You don't speak to me like that." Paul snapped.
"I can speak to you however I want to. We're not employed by you anymore." Dean shot back quickly. "I don't know why you'd want to talk to a couple of faggots like us anyway."
"There's no need to use words like that." Paul said quickly. "I mostly came over here to say congratulations to Seth for his achievements in at the Cross Fit games. Well done Seth. I would congratulate you for something Dean if you've even done anything."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean snapped. His blue eyes were narrowed as he glared at his former employer.
"Well, I mean, you're pretty athletically gifted and I haven't seen a thing from you." Paul responded quickly. "Are you even doing anything with yourself or are you just living off Seth's success?"
"Paul." Roman's deep voice cut through the tense moment. "Leave them alone, okay? Don't you think you've made their lives bad enough already?"
Paul pointed his finger at Roman. "You had better watch how you talk to me, boy-o."
"Just go." Roman shook his head. He had been watching Dean carefully throughout the entire conversation, his heart pounding hard in his chest as the slightly younger man's face fell from Paul's words. He was relieved when he watched his boss leave finally but he didn't remove his eyes from Dean's face. He was painfully aware of Dean's transgressions over the past few years and had received many teary phone calls from his former tag team partner about the issue. He reached out and gently placed a hand on Dean's bicep. "Don't worry about him Dean. He's a fucking dick."
"Uh, yeah." Dean ran a shaky hand through his hair. "I just need a few minutes of fresh air."
Seth had to try extra hard to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall from his brown eyes as he watched Dean drop his hand and walk across the room towards the open door. He lifted his gaze and locked his brown eyes onto Roman's grey orbs but that was when he lost it. The first tear fell from his eye and he reached his hand up to wipe it away. "I'm sorry." He said in a quiet whisper to Roman's wife who was watching him carefully.
She of course knew of what Seth had been going through the past few years and her heart ached for the younger man. She closed the gap between them and gave him a tight hug. "It's okay sweetie. Roman's told me. I know exactly what you're thinking." She glanced over her shoulder and looked at her husband who was watching her intently. "Do you want to take Seth outside for a moment?"
Roman nodded and once his wife and his best friend had parted from their hug, he wrapped his own arm around Seth's shoulders and led them out through the large reception room out onto the deserted balcony. He almost expected to find Dean out there. He kept walking until they were up against the chalky white balcony rail.
"I'm sorry Roman. I'm fucking ruining your wedding right now." Seth sobbed, the tears starting to fall freely from his eyes as he stared up at the dark night sky.
"Seth, you're not ruining it at all. If anything, Paul was the one who is ruining it." Roman responded, his arm still tightly around Seth's shoulders. "I know what you're scared of but maybe you're not giving him enough credit."
"We were going so well Roman! We were going so damn well!" Seth sobbed. "We were even talking about fucking getting married soon but I know what's going to happen and it just fucking sucks man."
"You don't even know that he will drink again Seth." Roman tried to calm the younger man down.
"He fucking will, I know he will." Seth said quietly. "I'm sorry to drop all of this on you Ro and at your fucking wedding of all places but I don't know if I can handle him falling off the rails again."
"He might not, that's all I'm saying." Roman tried to reassure him. "C'mon, let's get back inside before we freeze to death."
Seth smiled and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. Maybe he was overreacting after all. They turned and walked back to the reception. He felt his heart stop right in his chest and his mouth fall open when he looked in and saw across the room that Dean had a glass of something that looked like wine. He felt yet another tear roll down his cheek. It was all over now. "I'll be back in soon okay Roman?"
Roman looked over to where Seth was looking and sighed. Seth was right after all. "I'll go talk to him. Don't stay out here too long."
Seth nodded and walked back towards the balcony railing, his brown eyes pointed up towards the stars as he tried not to get even more upset. He stayed out there for at least another hour before he returned back into the reception room, his mind full of thoughts about everything as he closed the gap between him and Dean. He never found out if Roman spoke to Dean but was pleased when he found that Dean was drinking a glass of lemonade instead of what he thought he would be. Maybe there was hope for them yet.
Seth blinked back more tears as he sat in the car. Everything about him hurt right now and he didn't know how to fix it. A few days after they'd gotten back from the wedding was when Dean really fell off the rails, his drinking rapidly picking up as he slowly began to do little more than sit around the house and drink. He had tried to encourage the older man to get out of the house and do something, pick up a hobby, get a job, anything but was always met with the same response. "I don't feel like it."
He let out a heavy sigh. He knew that eventually he'd have to leave the safe haven of his car and face the man that was no doubt waiting inside for him. He'd put up with a lot from his boyfriend, had to deal with issues that he never thought he would ever have to because of Dean and all that did was cause more resentment from Seth to Dean. It wasn't fair that Seth had to be the one to watch the love of his life throw away everything and slowly kill himself with alcohol. He let out another long sigh, his heart as heavy as it ever was going to be.
He glanced out of the windows of his car, the rain still pouring down hard outside. He groaned but still grabbed his gym bag from the passenger seat and after a short three count, shoved open the driver's side door, slamming it shut before he ran towards his house. He had made sure that he had locked the expensive car before he turned his attention back to the dark house. His heart was thundering in his chest as he shakily lifted his hand and slid his house key into the lock.
An overwhelming darkness washed over him as he unlocked the door and stepped inside of the cold house. The house didn't even feel like a home anymore, the four walls and a roof gradually growing into something he didn't want to know anymore. Almost like the man he knew he'd find passed out in the living room. He kicked off his gym shoes and carelessly dropped his bag at the door. He quietly made his way through the dark house, his senses heightened as he walked the short distance from the front door to the living room where his worst fears were definitely confirmed.
There Dean was with a bottle of beer in one hand, fast asleep on the chair. Seth held back a sob, a soft noise escaping his lips as yet more tears fell from his brown eyes. He couldn't believe that the man he had loved for years would allow himself to turn into this. Dean was barely recognizable from the man who used to strut around the ring like he owned it. His hair was short, his face unshaven but it was his appearance that really disturbed Seth the most and it wasn't until he was actually standing there looking at the sleeping man that it all sunk in.
Dean had lost a lot of weight over the long, drawn out years of no longer being wrestlers. His face that was once so full of life was hollow and sunken, forcing his blue eyes to pop out more. The arms that Seth used to not be able to fall asleep without them being wrapped around were a shadow of their former self. They were no longer the thick, muscular arms but were thin and scrawny, much like the rest of Dean. The older man had lost a whole lot of weight from just drinking alcohol and barely eating. It physically pained Seth that he couldn't help the older man even though he had tried and tried and tried.
He walked over to where the light switch was and slapped it on, the bright lights hurting his retinas, causing him to squint slightly but there was no reaction from Dean. The older man merely let out a loud snore before rolling over and burying his head further into the plush leather. Seth huffed loudly, storming out of the living room and straight into the kitchen. He walked straight over the cupboard and pulled out a large plastic tumbler. He moved over to the sink and filled the large red plastic cup up with cold water before he went back into the living room.
He almost second guessed himself as he walked back into the living room and stopped just in front of where Dean was still sleeping. He thought that maybe he was being a little cruel but in the end, wasn't Dean the cruel one? Dean was the one who had put them both through all of this emotional turmoil. He let out a shaky breath before he lifted the plastic cup up and poured the entire contents of the cup all over Dean's still sleeping face.
Dean spluttered as the cold water hit his face. His blue eyes opened and he sat up, his arms reaching up to wipe his face and remove any excess water from him. He heard his beer bottle land with a thud on their carpeted floor but he didn't pay any attention. He focused his attention on the source of the water, blue eyes narrowing as he looked up at Seth who was standing there. The water had sobered him up a lot, not that he was really that drunk anyway. Alcohol didn't have quite the same effect that it used to. "What the fuck was that for?"
"You know damn well what it was for!" Seth snapped back. He carelessly threw the empty cup onto the floor, never once breaking eye contact with his boyfriend. "I am sick to fucking death of coming home and finding you like this! You promised me that you would change and you fucking haven't!"
"Have I let you down?" Dean asked sharply. He rose to his feet, the sudden movement causing his head to swim from his intoxication. "Am I not good enough for the great Seth Rollins?"
"You were." Seth said with a sharp exhale. "You were good enough for me before you kept letting me down." He paused for a moment and watched as Dean's face fell. "I gave you a thousand chances Dean and every single time you let me down."
Dean's heart sagged uncomfortably in his chest as he watched the tears well up in Seth's eyes. He knew he'd well and truly blown it with Seth but there was no way that he wasn't going to give the younger man up without a fight. "I would've married you Seth if I wasn't so fucked in the head." He said sadly, walking over to the entertainment unit was. He bent down and reached into the bottom drawer, pulling out a small black velvet box. He stood up and closed the gap between them. He forced the small box into Seth's hands before he took a step back. "I swear I tried Seth but fuck it's hard. I wanted to be perfect for you and I fucking failed. Again."
Seth opened the box and gasped as he looked at the ring inside the small black box. It was a beautiful gold band with a square, rose gold coloured diamonds embedded into it. He pulled the ring out of the box and almost melted at the words that were inscribed into the gold. 'For now until forever'. "It's beautiful." He said almost sadly. He blinked back more tears that were falling rapidly from his eyes as he locked his chocolate orbs with Dean's blues. "But I can't marry you. Not anymore. Not ever."
Dean nodded. "I know."
Seth took a deep breath, shoving the ring back into the box and closing it. "I can't keep doing this anymore Dean. I mean it." He felt another warm tear roll down his cheek as he kept his eye contact with the other man. "I've tried to be there to help you through it all, hell, I even held your hand through rehab but one little stumble at Roman's wedding and it was all over. All of that hard work that you and I put into making you better was thrown away because of some asshole."
"Are you disappointed in me?" Dean's voice was as sad as his whole face looked.
"Yes." Seth answered. "I wanted us to have it all Dean and I think I've been pretty damn patient with you."
Dean didn't speak as he listened to Seth's words. Every single word that Seth spoke was like a knife to his heart and it hurt real bad.
"I just, I can't be here to see you throw your life away Dean. I love you more than anything in the whole entire world and it fucking hurts to watch you drink yourself to death. Hell, you've lost so much weight now that I'm fucking terrified that you might have a heart attack or something." Seth spoke through the tears. He was aware of the rain falling harder outside, almost like it was a reflection of how he felt. "I can't do this anymore Dean. I've thought long and hard about this for months and months and trust me, I don't want to do it but I think I have to. I can't be with you anymore."
Dean felt his heart shatter in his chest. He felt the first tear roll down his cheek and he knew he was done for. He wanted to speak but found it almost impossible, his tongue caught in knots as he tried to speak. He wanted to. He wanted to beg Seth to stay, to reconsider, promise that he would do better but he knew he'd missed his boat. Hell, he'd get down on his knees if he thought it would help.
"Did you hear me?" Seth's voice was growing louder in volume the more upset he got.
"Yeah. I heard you." Dean answered in an almost whisper.
"Are you going to say anything?" The tears were flowing down Seth's bearded cheek now. His entire heart, his everything was on the line and Dean was just silent. "I'm giving up on everything that we've worked so hard for! This is the end and you're just silent! Say something!"
"What do you want me to say Seth?" Dean's voice grew a little louder that time. "You've made your decision. It must be easy to throw away your boyfriend like he's a piece of shit on the bottom of your shoe."
SMACK
Dean recoiled a few steps back from the hard slap right across his face. Seth was a lot stronger than he remembered not that he had much to go off anymore. This was one of the first times that they'd even really been in the same room as each other for months. He felt the tears pool in the corners of his blue eyes as he slowly turned his head to look back at his almost ex-boyfriend. "I bet that felt good, didn't it?" He truthfully had no idea why he was even goading the other man into it but his heart was much too torn up inside to even spare a second thought to his own reasoning.
"You broke my fucking heart Dean!" Seth sobbed. "You have no fucking idea how hard it is to be put into the position that I'm in! You're a selfish asshole and you should have tried harder to save us!"
Dean let out a low growl before he turned back to face where their television was. Sitting across the top of the entertainment unit was several photos of both he and Seth from across their decade long relationship. His heart was broken as he stared at the photos of the two men he barely recognized, so happy and in love with each other. But that heartbreak quickly changed into anger. He grabbed the first picture on the end of the unit. It was in a moderately sized black frame and it was a picture of them when they had first started dating, back when their faction was still strong and when they were a secret. He turned back to Seth, his heart beating so loud in his ears. "You're breaking my heart too Seth by doing this."
"You should have tried harder to get better and this wouldn't be happening." Seth's voice was quiet but the content of his words cut deep.
"Maybe you could have tried harder too!" Dean shot back. "Do you know how fucking hard it was to be the one who held us both together all the damn time? And then when I truly needed your help, you ran out the door faster than I could catch you. You could have helped me more than leaving all the damn time to do Cross Fit shit." His voice was growing in volume as he spoke. He glanced down at the photo frame in his grasp, his entire body shaking hard as he just stared at the two people he felt like he didn't even know. His hand tightened around the corner of the frame, a single tear falling across the glass. His hand jerked hard to the right and he watched with satisfaction as the picture crashed hard against their cream coloured walls.
"What's wrong with you?!" Seth's voice was shrill compared to the otherwise silent house.
"All of these photos symbolize pivotal moments in our relationship where we were truly in love." Dean started. He reached behind him for the next photo. It was in a silver frame, roughly an A4 sized one and it was a picture of the both of them in a park, arms wrapped tightly around each other while Seth was pressing a kiss to the side of his head. He remembered that day. It was the first time they had told each other they loved each other. His fingers tightened around it and he was about to throw it hard against the wall when he felt Seth's strong hand around his wrist. "What?"
"You don't need to destroy these." Seth's voice was quiet yet forceful.
"Why not? There's no way we're ever getting back together is there?" Dean snapped.
"No. We won't be." Seth answered sadly.
"I don't see what's wrong with doing this then if you are just going to leave me anyway." Dean said sharply. "I broke your heart and you broke mine. This is my way of coping."
"Says the man who was drunk not even half an hour ago." Seth said quietly, almost quiet enough for Dean to miss but not far enough.
"Get out." Dean said in a single breath.
Seth's brown eyes widened. "What?"
"If you want to leave me so bad, then get the fuck out!" Dean snapped loudly.
"I'll never stop loving you Dean. You'll always own a part in my heart." Seth responded. His voice was wavering as the tears fell from his chocolate orbs. He could hear the rain pouring from outside. "I hope you get better one day."
Dean didn't say a word. He merely watched as Seth turned around and walked out of the door and out of his life. His heart wasn't broken, it was shattered into a thousand pieces. He let the tears fall freely from his eyes as he looked around the house that once held so many happy memories for the couple. His eyes narrowed as they locked onto the last of their photo frames. His hands swept them off the top of the entertainment unit including the one still in his hand, his breathing ragged as he watched his memories crash right in front of his blue eyes. This was the end, this was it.
He turned on his heel and headed straight towards the kitchen, searching for his only salvation. He dug through every single cupboard until he found the last bottle of Jack Daniels. He knew it was stupid that he was turning to the one thing that cost him his everything but he had no idea of what else to do. His heart was pounding in his ears as he climbed the stairs of the townhouse and made his way back to where his bedroom was.
He trudged inside of the cold, empty looking room, plopping himself down on the edge that was facing out towards the windows. His blue eyes stared at the rain that was striking hard against the windows, feeling like it was a reflection of his soul. He twisted the lid off the top of the bottle of alcohol and lifted it to his lips. He sucked down as much as he possibly could before he spluttered and the bottle went flying across the room. He didn't pay attention to the mess that it made as it hit the wall first before landing on the floor.
He allowed himself to flop back hard against the mattress, blue orbs fluttering shut as he was engulfed by the fluffy mattress. His head was swimming from proper intoxication, the burning of the strong alcohol trickling down his throat while he felt himself float away. He tried to erase the heartache of what had just happened out of his mind, praying that when he woke up that Seth would be there in his bed with him. This would all just be a bad dream. None of this was real.
But when Dean awoke the following morning with the warm sunlight streaming into his eyes, he was very aware that he was alone. The bed was cold where Seth normally would have been and the whole house felt lonely despite the fact that he hadn't even left his bedroom yet. He sat up with slowly, head pounding as he stared out of the window, tears pooling at his eyes as he realized he'd lost it all for good. Seth was never coming back. He'd ruined the best thing that had ever happened to him.
It was just him and the rain for now until his heart stopped.
END
A/N: So that's the end of that one! I admit, this was one of the hardest fics I've ever had to write cause it really sucks to break up your otp in such a heart wrenching way. So I appreciate all the reviews that you guys have sent me. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! Until next time! GatesVengeance x
And I sure hope I'm not the only one still feeling upset over Seth turning on the rest of the Shield...my feeeelings!