"Hold Me."

"I don't give a fuck about anything because I am God!"

Dean was drunk. Even intoxicated, he knew he was acting a damn fool, but he just didn't care. After leaving Seth's house, he needed to feel something other than confusion and utter fright. Slamming his hands on the counter, he looked up at the bartender. "Give me another shot. Any fucking thing."

The bartender, obviously afraid, give Dean the shot and quickly walked away. Dean took the shot, groaning as the burning liquid slid down his throat. "Fuck!" He yelled, slamming the shot glass down on the table.

They'd long since taken his car keys, but he was ready to leave. He wanted to sleep until tomorrow night then get drunk again. "Give me my damn keys!" He yelled to no one in particular. Getting up from the bar, he walked through the sea of people and out of the bar. It was raining now, darkness sounding him. Walking down the sidewalk, he began singing, yelling at people who looked at him, and cursing because each person looked like Seth. He couldn't get him out of his mind.

Stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, peeing on the side of the road. It wasn't long before the red and blue lights began to blind him, making his headache that much worse.

"Sir, pull your pants up." The officer said, walking up to him.

"Fuck off." Dean groaned as he finished urniating.

"Sir, I'm going to need you to pull your pants up and come with me."

"God, you damn police cops are annoying!" He yelled, pulling his pants up. "Are you going to arrest me, huh, officer? Fucking arrest me, then!" He began to yell in the officers face.

The officer grabbed Dean's wrist, turning him around as he applied the handcuffs. Dean groaned as the cold metal was tightened against his skin while the officer told him his rights. He'd reach an all time low... he knew it.

Seth woke up suddenly, hearing his phone ringing in the distance. Rubbing his eyes, he quickly got up and grabbed his phone off the dresser. "Yeah?" He answered.

"Is this Seth Rollins?"

Seth looked at the screen, not noticing the number. "Yeah, who's this?"

"This is Sheriff Bishop from the police department. We have a Dean Ambrose here and he gave us your number."

Seth closed his eyes, leaning on the dresser still rubbing his eyes. "What did he do?"

"Public intoxication. Are you able to pick him up?"

"Yeah, I guess." Seth sighed. "I'll be there in a few minutes."

Hanging up the phone, he opened the dresser and pulled out some sweat pants. "Fuck, Dean." He groaned, slipping on a shirt, grabbing his phone and keys, and headed out the door.

Pulling up to the police station, he quickly rain inside trying not to get completely soaked. He walked up to the front desk. "I'm here to pick up Dean Ambrose."

The officer nodded and looked through some paperwork. "One moment. I'll bring him out." He grabbed his set of keys and headed through a locked door to the back. Seth shook his head, not believing that this was happening. He looked around the empty police station, trying to keep his cool.

Dean came back with the officer and signed a few sheets of paper. Without looking in Seth's direction, he walked around him and headed out the police station.

"Dean!" Seth yelled, running after him. "Dean, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Just take me home, Seth. I'm not in the mood."

"You think I'm in the mood to fucking come out here in the middle of the night to pick you up?" They reached Seth's car. Seth went around to the passengers' side and grabbed Dean's arm. "What is wrong with you?"

"Right now, you are." Dean said, pushing Seth away. "Take me home."

Seth shook his head, pushing his wet hair back. "You're so ridiculous, Dean. I didn't have to come pick you up. I could have stayed at home sleeping, but I came, and this is the thanks I get? Real fucking piece of work."

"You don't owe me a damn thing, Seth." Dean shook his head, turning around and putting his hands on the top of the car, closing his eyes. "Please, just take me home, Seth."

Seth threw his hands up in frustration, walking back around the car and unlocked the door. Dean wasn't going to push him away anymore. He didn't care what he had to do.

Dean fell asleep on the way back to Seth's house. Pulling into the parking spot and turning off the car, Seth stared at the man, watching the way his chest fell and rose. He reached over, sliding his fingers through his hair softly so not to wake up him. Seth was itching to touch him, to kiss him, to be with him every second of every day.

Dean shifted, his hand coming up to Seth's arm as he turned his head and kissed the palm of Seth's hand. Sighing, he opened his eyes and stared back at Seth. "What are you doing to me?" He whispered.

"I could ask you the same question."

Dean shook his head. "You knew you... you loved me before all this. You kissed me and now... I can't even get you out of my mind."

Seth dropped his hand, running it through his hair. "I didn't mean to push you into anything, Dean. I just couldn't deny my feeling for you anymore."

Dean leaned over, grabbing Seth face, and kissing him passionately, shutting his eyes close as he sighed against Seth's lips. Seth's fingers drowned his Dean's hair, pushing his face closer, not getting enough of him. Unbuckling his seat belt, Seth moved to straddle Dean in his seat, moaning against his lips as his body began to react to being so close to Dean, hearing his sounds and feeling his fingers on his skin. Seth's lips traveled to Dean's neck as he began to slide his fingers up his shirt.

"I need you..." Dean moaned. "I need you so fucking bad, Seth."

Groaning, Seth pulled away, grabbed his keys, and opened the door. "Come inside." He said before walking to his house. Unlocking the front door, he threw his keys to the slide, taking off his clothes and looked back to see Dean walk into the house. Seth was naked, staring over at Dean half expecting him to run and hoping to God he didn't.

Dean swallowed hard, looking at Seth's body, his own body reacting to the sight. He couldn't deny how much he wanted Seth as he began to take off his clothes, eyes never leaving Seth's. Stepping out of his pants, he walked over to Seth and pulling his close, kissing him softly as their breathing began to escalate Seth rubbing his hands through Dean's hairy chest, down to his smooth stomach until he reached the length of him, wrapping his hand around it and stroking it softly. Dean moaned, leaning his head back as Seth kissed his neck again, moving his hand up and down Dean's shaft, feeling him getting harder in his hand.

Dean's fingers ran down Seth's back as he shut his eyes closed, his moans feeling the air as the room seemed to close in on them, causing his body to sweat as Seth's hand teased his length. He needed so bad to be inside, Seth... feel his skin stretch on account of him and hear his name moan escape Seth's lips. Grabbing his hand, Dean pulled Seth over to the couch, looking into his eyes. "I can't wait..." He whispers, rubbing Seth's cheek with the back of his hand.

"I need you to promise me you won't regret this tomorrow morning." Seth said, his voice shaking with desire, etched with pain.

"I promise. God, yes, I promise." Dean sighed, kissing Seth's lips again.

Seth nodded, wanting so bad to believe Dean, and turned around to bend over the couch, holding the end of it for support. Dean grabbed his hips and slowly inched himself inside of Seth, groaning as he finally felt the pleasured he'd been acting for... that no one had been able to give him except for Seth. Sliding his hands up Seth's back, he grabbed his hair, pulling it roughly as he drove himself deep inside Seth.

Seth moaned loudly, tears burning in his eyes from the painful pleasure Dean was inflicting on him. His nails dug into the couch as Dean pulled his hair back and pump inside and out of him, fast, hard, and deep, causing Seth to explode inside over and over again. Reaching down, he grabbed his own length and masturbated as he listened to Dean's deep grunts and moaned, and the tears flowed out of his eyes. The love he felt for Dean was something that he never thought was possible. He wanted more than anything at that moment for Dean to love him back.

Dean came inside of Seth, his body covered in sweat, shaking from the aftermath of the love making. Closing his eyes, he leaned against Seth, kissing his back and sighed. He slid himself out of Seth and fell back on the floor, rubbing his hands over his face. He didn't understand why he was feeling this way. He wanted Seth in the worst possible way, but could he open himself up to love the man who drives him completely insane with lust?

Seth sat beside Dean, looking down at him, and running his fingers through his sweaty hair. "Are you alright?"

Dean nodded. "Sure. Are you?"

"Yeah."

Dean moved his hands and looked up at him. "I'm not going to freak out." He assured Seth.

Seth smiled. "Hold me."

They fell asleep in each other's arms, both wishing that come sunrise the magic they felt tonight would still be there.