"I Can't Be Around You."

Sorryyy if it's short. I'm so distracted right now, it's not even funny. But I hope you enjoy.

Dean felt as if he was going fucking crazy. Every moment that he wasn't busy, he was thinking about Seth and that dumb ass kiss. It wasn't even a good kiss! But then again, why the hell was he judging it?

He blew a gust of air out of his mouth and shook his head. He dribbled the basketball down the court, stopped at the 3 point line, shot... and missed. "Fuck this." He said, grabbing the ball and walking out of the court. He'd been there since 9 am, missing every single basket, which didn't normally happen. It was now 12 pm and he just wanted to go shower.

His plans were altered when he walked into his apartment and saw Seth walking to the kitchen, no shirt with sweat pants on. For some reason this bothered him more than it should have. "What are you doing here?"

Seth looked at Dean and couldn't help but look at his shirt sweaty shirt, sticking to his body. "Uh... I came by earlier cause we always shoot hoops on Wednesday's but you were gone so I just decided to wait here."

Dean closed the door, rolling his basketball into the closet and rubbing his hair. "Yeah, my bad. I went earlier than usual. I, uh... had some stuff on my mind."

"Oh," Seth grabbed a water bottle from the refrigerator and opened the top. "You want to talk about it."

"Nope." Dean answered quickly. "I'm going to shower."

Seth sighed as Dean disappeared into his room. He didn't understand why he was acting so strange and part of him wondered if it was because of the kiss. Did he even remember about it? He never hinted that he did so Seth just assumed he did, but lately he's been closed off and awkward every time he came around.

Dean stood under the shower head, letting the water drown his face. God, what the hell was happening to him? He didn't want to believe that Seth was actually having an affect on him. He couldn't be around him. It was too uncomfortable I mean, how do you react when your best friend sees you as more than a best friend? So many questions and he knew he'd probably never get the answer to any of them.

About 10 minutes later, Seth decided to just leave. He had a feeling Dean was going to stay in his room for the night and he wasn't going to bother him, completely convinced that Dean did remember the stupid kiss.

"Are you leaving?"

Seth turned and saw Dean standing in the doorway of his room. "Uh... yeah, I've got some errands to run."

Dean rubbed his wet hair. "Alright. Are you going to Roman's house tonight to watch the game?"

"Yeah, I'll be there. Are you going?"

"I don't know yet..." Dean lied. He had been planning to go to Roman's house, but now he was unsettled. "I might show up."

"Right." Seth shook his head. "Well, maybe I'll see you later." He grabbed his stuff and quickly left the house.

After The Game

Dean decided that it was completely stupid to act this way around Seth. He hadn't tried anything since the party so he had no reason to freak out anymore. He was making a big deal out of nothing and he didn't want to lose a good friend over this.

After the game, he decided to confront Seth about what happened and clear the air. "Hey, man."

"Hey." Seth said, closing his car door. "That was one hell of a game, huh?"

"Yeah, it was." He looked around. "Uh... listen, stop by the house on your way home. I gotta talk to you about something."

"Sure, is everything alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I just don't want to talk here. It'll be quick. Nothing major."

"Okay. I'll follow you then."

10 minutes later, they arrived at Dean's apartment building and made their way upstairs. Dean didn't want to risk anyone hearing their conversation so he was taking maybe too many extra precautions. When they were in his house, he stopped Seth at the entrance. "Alright, so, I just want to clear the air about you kissing me."

Seth's stomach dropped. Fuck, he did remember. "W-what?"

"Yeah, I remember. And I'm not going to judge you or blame you because you were drunk and I think that this is one instance where I can let that excuse slide."

"Okay... And I'm sorry for doing that. I don't know what I was thinking."

"Honestly, are you gay?"

Seth shook his head. "No... I mean, I don't think so. Maybe. I don't know." He stuttered, walking around Dean. "I should go."

"Just wait, Seth." He held the door so that Seth couldn't open it. "I don't want you to think that I'm judging you. I'm trying to help you."

"You can't help me, Dean. No one can because no one knows how I feel inside. I've always had a problem with being attracted to men, but not knowing what to do about it. I've always been so scared to tell anybody and the first person I tell end up being my best friend, who I kiss in order to tell. I'm just screwed up, okay? I don't know what to do."

Dean suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to make him feel better about himself. He didn't want to see him hurt like this because he was his best friend. Throwing caution to the wind, he pulled Seth closer and kissed him. The kiss lasted last than 3 seconds, but the damage had been done. Dean knew it and Seth knew it. They couldn't deny the attraction anymore. But they were both still afraid to do anything about it.

Dean moved away and Seth quickly opened the door and walked out, practically running to his car. This was really happening... and they had no idea how to stop it.