Keep Me Safe

Chapter 5: Asylum

"And here's an old photo of us on Christmas day." Roman said, as he showed Seth another photo of him, and Dean. "My mom knitted Christmas sweaters for us. Dean loved his, I didn't. She forced me to wear it that day."

"And I thought my mom was bad." Seth said, laughing. "Yours has a snowman on it. At least Dean's is cute. Has a little reindeer on it."

"Shut up." Roman playfully shoved him. He was about to show Seth another photo, when he heard someone coughing to get his attention. He turned around to see Dean standing in the hallway, with a confused expression on his face.

He stood up from the couch, walking over to him. "Hey, you're awake. How was your nap?"

"Roman, he can't talk. Remember?" Seth said.

Dean raised his eyebrow. "What do you mean I can't talk? Of course I can."

Hearing Dean talk normally surprised both Roman and Seth. Last night and this morning, he was acting like a newborn pup. They figured they would have to teach him how to talk, and whatnot. They also hoped that he would regain his memories in the process. Now all of sudden he was back to normal.

"Y-you're talking?" Roman asked.

"Yes...why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, when I rescued you you were acting like newborn pup."

"Oh...I see..." Dean whispered, looking down. He knew what this alpha meant when he said that. He knew how he acted when he was in that state. "So...you rescued me...You're not going to abuse me or...?"

"What? No! No, Dean. I wouldn't do any of that stuff to you."

"Good." He let out a sigh of relief. "Well, thanks I guess..." He said, while rubbing his collarbone. A nervous habit he had developed. He remembered whenever his abusers would see him doing this, they would punish him for doing it.

"Why would you think that? That I would hurt you?"

"You're an alpha. Every alpha that I was ever sold or rented out to has raped me, abused me, and so on. To me, all alphas are the same...but you're different..."

"That's because I'm your mate, from many years ago when we were still pups. Its me, Dean. Roman."

This shocked Dean. It couldn't be. There was no way. All of his memories that he had of Roman were fake. "No...that's not possible. My name is Jon. Jonathan Good. Not Dean."

Roman and Seth glanced at each other.

"Uh, Roman...what is going on?" Seth asked.

"I-I don't know..." He stepped up closer to Dean, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Please...d-don't touch me..."

Roman could tell how fearful Dean was of him. "I won't hurt you. Listen. Your name is not Jon. Its Dean. Dean Ambrose."

"No! No, stop!" Dean screamed, pulling away from him. "That's not true! The doctor...he told me it was all just my imagination. I made everything up, I made you up. You're not real!"

"Whatever they told you it was a lie. You were kidnapped many years ago, and sold on the omega markets."

"No, no, no...I was found...abandoned on the streets."

"I saw them take you away. I tried to save you, but I couldn't. I searched for you for many years, holding onto that hope that I would find you, that you were still alive. The only way I knew that you were was because I could still feel your heartbeat. When I couldn't feel it anymore, that's when I thought that you were dead, and I gave up all hope of ever finding you again. Until yesterday. I saw you, still alive. I found you again. Please Dean, please remember me."

"I'm dreaming...This is my mind playing tricks on me. I was doing so good...so good."

"Look at me." Roman raised his face up, so he could see him. "If this is a dream, would you be able to feel this?" He asked, running a comforting hand down his back. "Or this?" He leaned in closer to him, his lips mere inches apart from his.

Dean tried to pull away. This couldn't be real. This alpha couldn't be his made up mate. Tears fell down his cheeks.

"Please...don't..."

His protests were silenced when Roman's lips were upon his. He let out a small whimper. The kiss wasn't rough or dominating...it was gentle, slow, and sweet. Dean closed his eyes, kissing back. He wrapped his arms around Roman's neck. When they pulled apart he stared back into those familiar grey orbs. "R-Roman?"

"Do you remember me now?"

"Y-yes. I remember. I remember you." He whispered, closing his eyes, and smiling. He rested his head on his shoulder, leaning into his touch. He couldn't believe it. Roman. He was finally with him again.

The three of them sat in the lounge room. Roman introduced Dean to Seth a little while ago. Told him he met him some years after he was kidnapped. Dean didn't know what to think of him yet. He seemed like a good person. He could tell by his scent that he was mated.

"All these years...I thought I would never see you again." Dean said. "You have no idea how much I wished to die every single day that I was without you. I prayed that death would take me soon."

"You're here now. Safe with me. You don't need to feel that way ever again." Roman said, while stroking his hair.

Seth finally spoke up. "Hey, um, guys. I hate to interrupt your little moment here, but Dean, I would like to know what you have been through all these years. What they did to you."

"Seth, I don't want to force him to talk about it just yet. I think we should wait until we take him to see a therapist."

"What? No! Roman, no!" Dean yelled.

"Dean? Whats wrong?"

"Y-you can't...don't take me to a hospital. They'll take me away from you again."

"Alright, I won't. No going to the hospital then."

"But Roman...we need to make sure that there's nothing wrong him." Seth said.

"Seth, can't you see that he's scared? He doesn't trust them." He turned to Dean. "There's a reason why you don't trust them, is there? Did they do something to you?"

Dean sighed. "Yes. They did. Roman, Seth is right. You need to know what happened..."

He screamed, trying to kick at the men who had grabbed him. One of them grabbed his legs, tying them together. They did the same with his wrists.

"Let me go! Please!" He screamed. His screams were silenced when some tape was placed over his mouth. A cloth was tied around his eyes. He felt a needle being stabbed into his arm. He felt sleepy all of a sudden. He tried to stay awake, but it was no use.

When he woke up, he found that he wasn't in the van anymore. He was sitting on a cold hard floor. He couldn't see anything around him, except darkness. There was no light in the room. He also had no clothes on.

He had no idea how long they kept him in there for. It felt like days, weeks, months...

The door finally opened. A man, who was an alpha, put a collar around his neck, then hooked a leash onto it. He dragged him outside, tying the leash to a pole.

The young pup looked up, seeing a crowd of people in front of him. He could sense that something was not right, that this was all wrong.

The alpha who was selling him, positioned him on his hands and knees. He soon felt many hands, even mouths touching him. The pup whimpered, wanting to get away from these people, but he couldn't.

"Wait, hold on. They touched you?!" Roman growled, clenching his hand into a fist. The thought of other alphas touching Dean, or raping him at that young of an age...it made him sick.

"Yes...they did."

"Did...they ever...you know..." Seth couldn't finish what he was about to say.

"No. I don't remember being raped at that time. I think that started when I was thirteen or fourteen. They did beat me though."

"So, what happened next?" Roman asked.

"Well, after a while they took me off of the markets. None of the alphas wanted an eight year old pup. I guess they didn't want to have that label on their foreheads that says 'I'm a sick monster that loves raping young omega pups.' They didn't want my blood on their hands."

"They're still fucking sick though. They still touched you, and fantasized about you in that way." Roman growled out. "If I knew who these monsters were, they would be six feet under the ground."

"Roman, calm down. There's nothing we can do about it now." Seth told him.

"Don't tell me to calm down, Seth. Those sick fucks hurt Dean. And if I could get my revenge, I would."

"Roman. Its okay." Dean said, gently squeezing his hand. "I'm okay."

Roman nuzzled his cheek. Hearing his mate's voice calmed him down. "Go on. Tell us more of what happened."

He woke up, hearing a voice from outside the door. "I'm coming inside, Jonathan."

"My name is Dean." The pup growled out. He was older now, about thirteen years old. After a few years of being on the markets, his kidnappers brought him here, admitted him to this asylum.

The doctor who was in charge of 'helping him to get better' had done experiments on him, gave him lots of medication, and did therapy sessions with him. Sometimes, one of the kidnappers would come to visit him. He wasn't allowed to see him though, only hear his voice.

He struggled a bit more to get out of the straitjacket that he had been put in.

"Stop struggling. You'll only end up hurting yourself. We can't have that now, can we?"

"Fuck you. Let me out of here! There is nothing wrong with me!"

"Jonathan, as soon as you stop thinking that all of these so called memories that you have are real, then you'll have made some progress. But right now, it seems that we'll have to put you on some more medication."

"They are real! I want go home! I want Roman! Take me back to Roman!"

"Jonathan. We tried everything we could to find this Roman Reigns. But...there is no record of him nothing. You made him up-"

"NO! That's not true! You're lying! I know you are!"

The doctor grabbed him by his shoulders. "Listen to me, Jonathan. You made him up in your mind because you were lonely. Your own mother, she abandoned you. You wanted someone to love you, so you made Roman up as a form of comfort. And Moxley, the little rabbit. He isn't real either. You need to stop this Jonathan. Come back to reality."

"No...I don't believe you...Roman will find me. He will. And he'll make you pay." He said, while smirking up at the doctor.

The doctor sighed. He knew that the only way to make this plan work, that his boss had for him was to break the pup's spirit. Even after being in the asylum for so long, the pup's spirit still hadn't been broken. There was only one way for their plan to work.

"I didn't want to have to do this Jonathan, but you leave me no choice." He said, shoving the pup down so that he was lying on his back. The doctor got on top of him, straddling his hips.

"No...stop...what are you doing?"

"Doing what I should have done long ago." The doctor said, while unbuckling his belt, and pulling down his pants.

"No! Please don't!" Dean struggled, trying to fight back. But with the straitjacket on, he couldn't.

"Stop struggling. It'll only hurt if you don't relax."

"No! Please don't..." Dean whimpered when he felt the doctors fingers at his entrance. "I don't want this...please..."

"Just relax, Jonathan. This is the only way to help you."

Some days after the rape, the doctor came to check on Dean again. His body was slumped down on the floor, with drool running down his face. He unlocked the door, walking inside. "Jonathan. Wake up. Its time for another therapy session." He said, smacking his face.

Dean woke up instantly. "Wha...huh? Whats going on...?"

"Jonathan. Pay attention. I'm going to ask you a few questions. Alright?"

"Mm...Okay..."

"Where were you born?"

"Cincinnati, Ohio."

"Good. Now, what is your name?"

"Jon. Jonathan Good...wait...or was it Dean Ambrose?"

"You're almost there. Who is Moxley?"

"My best friend..."

"Jonathan...So far you're failing the test."

"Ro...man...I want Roman..."

"Jonathan!" The doctor stood up, raising his fist at him. "Do you want me to punish you again?!"

"No, no...please...I-I'll be good...Just please don't hurt me. I'll be good...I promise." The young pup whimpered.

The doctor liked this. The pup had never acted like this before, but now he was. Perfect. They were finally making some progress.

"Fine. I won't punish you. As long as you'll be good."

"Jonathan, I'm back."

The pup cowered away from him. He was scared of the doctor.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Jonathan. I just want to ask you some questions."

"O-okay..." He said, coming out of his hiding place.

"Now, where were you born?"

"My name is...Jonathan Good...and I was born in Cincinnati, Ohio."

"Okay, good. Now, who is Moxley?"

"Mm...don't know him...he's an imaginary rabbit I made up in my head."

"How did you get here?"

"Mom...abandoned me on the streets. Was at an orphanage, and was sent here some years after."

"Alright. Good so far. Now, who is Roman Reigns?"

The pup thought for a moment. Roman...who was he? "Mm..."

"Jonathan! Who is Roman Reigns?"

"Roman...he is not real. He is someone who I made up. Wanted...someone to love me...a mate...But I can't keep believing that he is real. I need to let go of him. I am ready. I am ready to move on, and let go of him."

"Yes. You're doing good, Jonathan. I think now we can let you out of the straitjacket. Just don't try to attack me, alright?"

"I won't...I'll be good..."

After a few months, Dean, or Jon, had made lots of 'progress', with the help of his doctor. The doctor was proud of himself. The pup, who was known as Dean Ambrose before, was nothing but an empty shell of what he used to be.

He was very obedient. Acted just how they wanted him to. Like a newborn pup. Sure, they still had some problems. Sometimes the pup would act normal again, but a few rapings or beatings would put a stop to that.

Right now, the pup was clinging onto his leg, trying to get his attention. He was on the phone with his boss. Telling him that he was ready. Ready to go back on the markets again. He had created the perfect omega.

"After that, I was raped and beaten more. They didn't sell, just rented me out. I can't really remember much...had many blackouts...Its when I start acting like a newborn pup again. My blackouts used to last for only a few days...then it turned into a few weeks...then months...They usually happen when something traumatizing happens to me. Well, that is my story. Now you know everything."

"Dean...I'm so sorry that that happened to you..." Roman said, pulling him close.

"Its okay Roman...Its not your fault."

"I know, but...I just wish I was there to protect you. To put a stop to it."

"So, you can't remember what they looked like, or their names?" Seth asked.

Dean shook his head. He turned to Roman giving him another kiss. "I have nothing to worry about anymore. I'm safe here with you now, my mate. I missed you, Roman."

"I missed you too, Dean. So much."