"Thoughts."

Seth was physically tired. He had a long day at work and it was now 2:30 am and he couldn't fall asleep. All these thoughts whirled around in his head like a never ending list of shit that was bothering him, keeping him wide awake. On the top of the list, Dean's face was haunting him. The thought of him and Leana together, the thought of him telling at him at the club, and the thought of him walking away from Seth's house that same night. He closed his eyes. It's been 2 weeks since that day and each day it just gets worse and worse. Roman wouldn't answer his calls, he didn't even know where Dean was, and he was slowly but surely losing his mind.

His parents refuse to accept the fact that he'd told them he was gay. They think he said it just to leave the reception and despite Seth's insistence they still try to hook him up with random woman. His sister was the only person who he could talk to this about, but then again, he didn't even want to talk about it. Every time Dean's name rolls out of his tongue, tears stink his eyes and his heart breaks all over again. He just wish he could rewind time and change everything. Maybe he would've never kissed him the day of Roman's bachelor party. Maybe he wouldn't have given him chance after chance to break his heart.

Sighing, Seth turned on his stomach and hugged his pillow. He just wanted everything to be right again.

Dean sat on his patio, looking out into the view at nothing in particular. He missed Seth. He missed kissing him, touching him... but even more than that, he missed talking to him. Placing a cigarette in between his lips, he searched for a lighter as every memory of the night they were caught surfaced in his mind. Two months ago, everything in his life was right where it supposed to be. He had the girls he wants, his home, his car, his job. His life was great. Then Seth had to go and kiss him and completely change every fucking thing. Dean cussed him, lighting his cigarette and taking a long drag. "Damnit, Seth. Why'd you have to do this to me?" He sighed, pressing his palm against his forehead.

Roman refused to acknowledge the fact that he saw Dean and Seth that night and he wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing. He wasn't the type of guy that goes telling the world other people's business, but that fact that he stopped talking to Dean kind of annoyed him. Dean knew Roman wasn't the type to discriminate, but... "I don't fucking know." Dean said to himself again, flicking the half smoked cigarette over the railing and standing up to go back into the house. He was tired of feeling sorry for himself and he was tired of not being with Seth. He was just tired of living his life knowing that it was a total fucking lie.

Grabbing his keys, he left the house with the intention of fixing this today, and not leaving until he did.

"What are you doing here?" Seth asked as calmly as he could when all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around Dean and kiss him until they couldn't breathe.

"We need to talk."

"Now? Where the fuck have you been the past 2 weeks when we needed to talk?"

"Seth, please." Dean closed his eyes, rubbing his temple. He hadn't gotten much sleep since that night, getting drunk and smoking cigarettes to fill the void that only Seth could. "Please, I don't want to fight with you."

Seth walked away because he knew if he didn't, he wouldn't be able to control the overpowering feelings that were burning in his soul. "Dean, I don't know how many times I have to tell you that I'm tired of this shit."

"Roman fucking walked in on us." Dean said, stepping in the house and closed the door. "What'd you expect me to do, fuck you in front of him?"

"I expected you to stay. I expected you to fight after that talk, but you continue to prove to me that you're not mature enough to handle this." He sat down on the couch, not looking at Dean.

"It's not about being mature, Seth. I'm 27 got damn years old, I'm as mature as they get. It's about being fucking scared. You can go ahead and jump off a plane without hesitation, but I need to make sure my parachute is secure before I nose dive into the air."

"It's been two months." Seth said, softly. "Two months and you still haven't given me any indication that you want to do this. Why should I keep fighting when I'm the only one in the match?"

Dean rubbed his hands over his face, sighing deeply into his palms. He didn't think it'd be this difficult, but he knew Seth has had enough. He knew he'd broken Seth's heart countless times and at some point it wasn't going to be so easy to fix. He walked over to the couch, sitting next to Seth. "Because I'm falling in love with you."

Seth barely heard Dean's whisper, his heart beating loudly. His eyes stung with tears as he turned and looked at Dean. "What'd you say?"

"Seth..."

"Say it again."

Dean looked at Seth and sighed. "I'm falling in love with you. Or maybe I was already in love and didn't know how to deal with it, but either way, I knew I feel something for you that I've never felt before with any woman. You do things to me..." He closed his eyes before grabbing Seth's hands and bringing them up to his lips. "You do things to me that make my body react in the weirdest ways. When I look in your eyes, my heart shatters. God, Seth, you mean so much to me and I don't want to hurt you."

Seth couldn't stop the tears from rolling out of his eyes. "Then don't hurt me. Don't do shit to hurt me, Dean. Your words are so intoxicating, but your actions depict the opposite. I need to you be sure about this because I don't think I can handle getting my heart stomped on by you again." He rubbed Dean's cheek as he leaned forehead to press his forehead against Dean's. "I'm in love with you, Dean. I have been for so long and all I want, all I need, is to be with you."

Dean's phone rang before he could answer. He wanted to let it go to voice mail but the familiar ringtone caught his attention. Sighing, he let go of Seth's hand to reach in his pocket for the phone. Seeing it was Leana, he turned away from Seth to answer it. "Hello?"

"Dean, where are you?" Leana yelled before Dean can finish his greeting.

"I'm taking care of some business. What's going on? Why are you yelling?"

"Come to your house. I'm here."

He shook his head. "Leana, I'm busy. What do you need?"

"Dean, just come please." She groaned. "We need to talk about something."

"Can't it wait?" He practically yelled back.

"No! Dean, I think I'm fucking pregnant."

He froze, the phone almost falling from his hand. "What?"

"Come to your house." She mumbled before hanging up.

Dean closed his eyes, mouthing words of disbelief. 'One fucking thing after another.' He thought to himself. 'Why can't I catch a fucking break?!'

"Is everything okay?" Seth asked, putting his hand on Dean's shoulder.

Dean got up from the couch and shook his head. "I have to go."

"But, Dean..."

"I know." He interrupted, moving towards the door. "I know we have to finish this conversation, but... I just need to go, Seth. I'm sorry."

"Is there anything I could do?"

"No. I'll call you later." He sighed before walking back over to him and pressing his mouth against Seth's lips. Groaning, he shut his eyes not wanting to let go as his body already started reacting, but knowing he couldn't stay. Putting his hands on Seth's cheeks, he pulled away, breathing heavily. "I'll call you." He repeated before turning and leaving the house.