"Too Many Chances."

(Blah chapter; sorry for the typos, I didn't feel like proof-reading xD)

"Well, you two are quiet."

Seth didn't want to be here. He didn't want to look at Dean's face. He couldn't look at Dean's face because each time he did he saw him fucking her... whoever the hell she was. He still didn't even know.

Dean, Seth, and Roman decided to go out for drinks and catch up since they haven't hung out together in a while. Roman was busy was his new wife and Dean and Seth were busy doing their thing. Except now there wasn't a "thing" anymore.

"Nothing much to say." Dean mumbled, taking a drink out of his beer.

"You got that right." Seth shot back, grabbed the bartenders' attention.

Roman shook his head and tendered to his own beer. "Did you two have a fight or something?"

"Nope." Dean quickly answered. "Seth is just being his usual self, holding grudges for no reason."

Seth finally looked at him. "Are you fucking serious? As if I don't have a reason too!"

"It's been 3 days. Get over it."

"Go fuck yourself."

"Guys, guys, chill out." Roman said. "Damn, I'm all left out of the loop. I don't even know what the hell you two are talking about."

"Trust me, Rome. You don't want to know." Dean said before getting up and walking into the dancing crowd.

Roman turned to Seth. "What's going on, man?"

"Nothing." Seth shook his head and grabbed his beer from the bartender. "Dean's just being an asshole."

"Dean's always an asshole. I want to know what he's being an asshole about."

"Let it go, Roman."

"Right. Fine, have your little drama. I'm going home to be with my wife. She seems to be the only person now a days who doesn't leave me out of shit."

Seth groaned, holding Roman's arm before he could walk away. "Look, it's just a long complicated story. It happened while you were away and I just don't want to get into it right now. I wanted tonight to be a calm night but Dean," He shook his head. "You know he's always has to start and finish something."

"Well, what does it deal with?"

"Let's just say Dean knows how to break some hearts."

"That's not saying much."

Before Roman could answer, Dean came back, his arms around a woman. "I'm gonna get out of here, guys."

"You're leaving already?" Roman asked, looking at the woman and back at Dean. "We just got here."

"Yeah, well, someone ruined my mood so I don't really feel like standing."

Seth slammed his beer down on the counter and stood up. "How the hell did I ruin your mood?"

"Sit the fuck down, Seth. As if you're going to do anything about it."

"I'm getting real sick and tired of you, Dean. You think you can just do and say whatever you want with no consequences, huh?"

Dean moved his arm from the woman and got in Seth's face. "I do whatever the fuck I want. If you don't like that then maybe we shouldn't be friends."

"Our friendshipship went out the door when you fucked me and ran like a bitch." He whispered low enough for Dean to hear.

Dean didn't say anything as he watched the emotions play over Seth's face, his own heart shattering at the words that were thrown at him. He wanted so bad to reach over and rub his cheek, kiss his lips, and hug him until he felt better. Shaking his head, he walked away from Seth before he lost all self control. He needed a cigeratte bad... more than that, he needed figure out what he was going to do about Seth. Last week had been great and now he just doesn't know what he wants. He hates this back and forth shit. He'd always been able to make decisions quickly but this has been going on for far too long.

Seth decided to go home early, not being able to enjoy himself after his confrontation with Dean. Roman got all mad and pissy but he just didn't have the energy to care and sure as hell couldn't explain to him what was happening between him and Dean.

When he pulled up to his driveway, he noticed Dean's car parked across the street. Shaking his head, he went in his house and stood on the porch, calling Dean's phone.

"What are you doing, Dean?"

"We need to talk."

"Talk about what? You made it perfectly clear what you want nothing to do with me. I'm not setting myself up for hurt again, I'm just not."

"Can I come inside?"

"Why should I let you?"

"Please, Seth."

Rubbing his eyes, he walked back into the house. "The door is open." He said before hanging up, throwing his phone on the coffee table. Sitting on the couch, he turned the TV on, watching the images move on the screen but not paying attention to what was actually happening.

Dean walked inside without knocking, standing at the front door and looking over at Seth. He didn't know what he wanted to say, but he knew that he had to say something. Losing Seth wasn't something he wanted to do, but he seemed to keep making the same stupid mistakes over and over and expecting Seth to just take it.

"Are you going to stand there all night or what?"

Dean sighed and walked into the living room, sitting on the other couch. "Seth, I'm sorry."

"How many times have I heard that line?"

"I really am sorry, Seth!"

"What is your problem, Dean? I've given you chance after chance and you continue to take my weakness for you for granted. I can only handle so much before I give up."

Dean sat on the couch next to Seth and grabbed his hand. "Look, I know I'm screwed up, okay? I can't keep a relationship to save my life. You, Roman, and Leana are about the only people I can consider friends. I just," He closed his eyes. "I know I keep hurting you but we don't want this in the same way."

Seth pulled away from him. "What do you expect me to do, Dean? Damn it, I want to be with you but all you want is sex."

"That's all I can handle!"

"You could handle for if you opened yourself up to it. You're acting like a scared little boy and I need you to be a man."

Dean grabbed Seth's face and looked into his eyes. "I want to be with you..."

"With limitations."

"Can't this be enough?"

"I long for more."

"I long for you." Dean leaned over and kissed Seth's lips, hoping he wouldn't pull away.

Seth couldn't deny him even if he wanted to. He knew that Dean knew that as his tongue slipped into Seth's mouth, hands traveling down his chest and under his shirt. Dean took off Seth's shirt, laying him down on the couch, linking their fingers together, and pinning them over his Seth. His lips traveled down Seth's neck as he pressed their bodies together, heat rising between them. Seth closed his eyes and moaned, his mind screaming at him to stop this before he got hurt again, but his body reacting in a different way as he felt himself hardened in his jeans. Dean felt Seth's excitment and leaned his hand down between legs and rubbing him over his jeans. Seth moaned, tighting his fingers around Dean's, grinding his hips against his hand.

"Seth, you left your I.D at..."

Dean quickly got off Seth, standing up and walking towards the patio, running a hand through his hair.

"What the hell was that?" Roman asked, looking at Seth and Dean, his face painted in confusion.

Seth quickly put his shirt back on. "Rome, I..."

Roman put his finger up, shaking his head. "Nah... I don't even want to know." He put Seth's I.D the couch before quickly walking out the house, not bothering to close the door.

"Fuck!" Dean yelled, punching the wall. "Got fucking damnit!"

"Dean, calm down."

Shaking his head, Dean grabbed his car keys again and walked out the house, slamming the door. Seth had lost all hope as he stood in the patio watching Dean yell at himself on his way to the car. This was it. He was ending this tonight.