"Tragic."

Dean stared at the ceiling, trying to get his thoughts together. On one end, there was Seth, who hadn't talked to him in 5 days now, and it was killing him. On the other end, there was Leana. Why had she come back and why did it have to happen now? Dean, as much as he tried to deny it to himself, never got over Leana. She was the first woman he'd ever love and no matter what, he didn't think he was going to get over that.

He looked over at Leana, who was laying face down on the bed, her long brown hair matted on her face, covers draped over her ass showing her bare back and one leg that she propped out. Sighing, he reached over and wiped the hair from her face, leaning his head closer to breathe in her scent and closed his eyes. "Why, Leana?" He whispered to himself. "Why'd you leave... why'd you come back?" Sliding his hand down her back, thoughts of last night filled his mind. They'd made love again. Even during this confusion, Dean couldn't deny the sexual tension he felt whenever he was around Leana. He was a weak man; he'd long since admitted that. He always tried to act so tough, but inside he was just a scared little boy who was unsure of himself.

Leana shifted, bringing her hand up to rub her face. Fluttering her eyes open, she looked up at Dean and offered a sleepy smile. "Hey, handsome."

Dean stared at her, rubbing her back softly. "Hey, beautiful. Did you sleep good?"

"I slept amazing. Thanks to you."

He smiled. "Come shower with me."

She lifted her head, propping it on her hand. "What do I get if I do?"

"Me."

"Mm... tempting offer."

"The best offer there is." He patted her ass before jumping over her and walking to the door. He turned and looked at her, his hand on his hardening length. "Don't leave me hanging, babe."

Leana bit her lip. "How could I when you're basically seducing me?" She stood up, letting the covers fall to the ground.

"I'm not seducing you." He laughed, walking into the bathroom. They quickly brushed their teeth before Leana went to the shower and started the water.

Dean came up behind her, grabbing her around the waist, and kissed her shoulder. Leana leaned back against him, closing her eyes as a shiver ran down her spine. She loved his touch; it never failed to turn her on. Sliding his hand down her stomach, he rubbed her flesh, spreading the lips of her vagina with his thump and pinky as his middle finger caressed her sensitive bud. She bit her lip and moaned, her knees growing weak as he teased her, his tongue gliding across her neck, making her eyes roll to the back of her head. "Oh, God, Dean..." She moaned, reaching back to grab him, balancing herself. He grazed his teeth along her skin as his fingers dipped down and slid two fingers inside of her, spreading her legs wider with his foot. She crumbled under his touch to her sore womanhood, grabbing his maneuvering arm as her hips automatically responded moving against his thrusts. He groaned deeply, sliding his fingers in and out of her faster, his erection pressing against her back. Feeling her body shaking, he slid his fingers out of her before she could cum, teasing her to hell and back. She cussed him, turning around as she grabbed his hand and slowly licked her juices off his fingers, staring into his eyes. If he could get any harder, he would, his body covered in goosebumps as he watched her devour his fingers, sliding both deep into her mouth and sucking them. "Stop." He groaned, pulling his hand away from her before grabbing the back of her neck and pressing his lips against hers. Lifting her up effortlessly, he put her into the tub and joined her, sliding their bodies down into the warm water, shutting off the faucet with his foot, his lips never leaving hers. He grabbed her hips tightly as he slid her down onto him, leaning his head against the shower wall and biting his lip when his length was finally inside of her. Leana grabbed his shoulders and began to grind against him, moaning as he thrust upward as well, digging deeper inside of her. Pain and pleasure swirled inside her body, her sore womanhood still aching and throbbing from Dean's loving last night. Leana ran her fingers to his hair, grinding faster, moaning his name as he pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked softly. Shocks ran to Leana's body as she climaxed, nearly screaming from the pleasure as she tugged his hair, shaking against him. Dean didn't let up, though, grabbing her hips even harder and thrusting faster as the water spilled out the side of the tub. He groaned against her breasts, biting her flesh as she came again, merely seconds after her first combustion. Dean slowed down after that one, leaning back on the wall and breathing heavily.

Leana dipped her head and kissed his lips, pressing her forehead against his. "You're not one for mercy, huh?"

"Not when it comes to you." He whispered.

"Good." She nibbled on his bottom lip. "I love it when you're rough with me."

He groaned. "You're trying to kill me."

"Quite the opposite."

He looked into her lips, reaching one hand up to stroke her cheek. "I want you to be mine, Leana..."

She grew confused. "What?"

"Be my girlfriend. Stay with me. I want you. I need you."

"W...what about Seth?"

He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the shower wall. "Don't mention him again, Leana. I'm moving on from him and I want to move on with you."

Sliding her hand through his hair, she nodded. "Okay... we can try. I'm yours, Dean Ambrose."

Seth adjusted the weights on the bar before laying back down on the bench and beginning to lift. It's been a few weeks since he's come to the gym and he was kind of annoyed at himself for letting Dean change him so much. Nearly 3 months ago, when all he was doing was fantasizing about Dean, he had a morning routine. He would get up, go to the gym, go to work, go home, job, and come back home to do it all over again the next day.

After a couple minutes lifting weights, he sat up and wiped his face with a towel, looking out to few people at the gym. He noticed one guy checking him out, but made no effort to show him he was remotely interested. Seth couldn't get into another relationship right now if he wanted to. The last one drained everything he had.

He grabbed his phone as it buzzed in his gym bag, reading the text on the screen. "Come to the hospital." It said. He quickly packed his bag and headed home to shower.

The small waiting room at the hospital was empty, except for a woman with a small child and Rhonda, who was sitting at the far end of the room, hands in her face. Seth walked over to her and sat next to her, putting his hand on her back. "How is he?"

Rhonda sniffed and wiped at her eyes, sitting back in her chair. "He's in surgery. Oh, God, Seth, what am I going to do if he..."

"He won't." Seth shook his head, interrupting him. "You can't think like that Rhonda." He hugged his best friends' wife, comforting her. "He's going to be alright."

After Rhonda calmed down a bit, she told him about Roman's car accident that happened a few hours prior. He was driving home from work, and the police said he most likely fell asleep at the wheel and drifted into the lane next to him where a pick up truck was passing. The truck hit the passengers' side of Roman's car at about 70 miles, flipping it over a few times before it came to a halt on the grass. Roman's left side was effected greatly, suffering 3 broken bones and a few cracked ribs. He was now in surgery to remove debris that was lodged in his side.

"I'm sorry if I bothered you. I didn't know who else to call."

"Roman's my best friend. There's nothing I'd rather be doing than waiting for him to come out of surgery."

Rhonda grabbed his hand. "You're a great friend. What was all that drama about the other day?"

Seth sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head. "It's a long story." He said. "Basically, Dean and I were dating and..."

"Wait, what? You and Dean... dating?"

"Yeah, I know." He nodded. "It just all happened so quick, you know? One minute we're having beers and the next I'm kissing him. I didn't expect him to feel the same way back, but I had to try because if I didn't..." He trailed off realizing he was rambling and that Rhonda was probably more confused that before. "It was just a stupid, confusing situation. Now he's having a baby with some woman I've never even heard of and he's moving on with his life while I'm stuck here."

"That woman?" Rhonda asked, tilting her head towards the entrance.

Dean and Leana stood at the front desk, asking for information about Roman. He couldn't help but notice their fingers intertwined with each other, Leana standing protectively close to him as she turned and saw Seth and Rhonda. When she pointed at them, Seth looked away to avoid seeing Dean.

"You called him, too?"

"I was desperate and had I known about you two, I wouldn't have."

Seth nodded. He wasn't angry at her, he just really didn't want to see Dean, especially with her.

"Morning." Dean said when they reached Seth and Rhonda. He reluctantly let go of Leana's hand as he sat across from Seth, staring at him and noticing that he wasn't looking back. "Seth."

Seth shook his head and took out his phone, flipping through the screens mindlessly. He was acting immature, he knew it, but he couldn't look at Dean without wanting to cry and he promised himself he wouldn't cry, not again.

They sat in silence for almost half an hour. Leana would whisper a few things to Dean and he'd whisper back, but nothing much more was said. It was uncomfortable, but neither person wanted to make the first move in attempt to break the ice.

Rhonda decided to get up a while later, saying she was going to check on the status of Roman's surgery Seth wanted to get up, too, but he couldn't move. A minute after Rhonda was gone, Leana announced she was going to the bathroom and quickly walked away, too.

Dean sighed, looking over at Seth again. "Are you going to talk to me?"

Seth rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything. He already felt the sob building up in his throat, the thoughts of of nights he spent crying in the darkness wanting to spill out of every pore of his body.

"Seth, please."

He got up and walked away from Dean, not stopping until he got outside and was able to take a deep breath of fresh air. He run a hand through his hair, trying to compose himself, but it didn't last long when Dean walked up behind him.

"Seth, wait."

"No!" Seth yelled, finally looking at him. "I'm not waiting anymore, Dean. Not for you."

"Can you at least talk to me about this?"

He pointed back towards the entrance. "Are you with her? Are you two together?" His voice shook. "And don't you even try to lie to me because I saw you two holding hands."

Dean sighed. "Yes, we're together."

Seth shook his head and continued to walk away. "That's fucking great! I hope you two live happily ever after!"

Dean ran up to and stood in front of him, placing his hand on Seth's chest to stop him. "Please, hear me out."

"I can't, Dean. I can't hear anything other than the sound of my heart being torn to pieces by you yet again. I don't fucking learn!" Seth groaned, moving away from Dean. "I should have know you weren't going to fucking change!"

"I tried, Seth!" Dean yelled back, not being able to keep his anger until control anymore. "I honestly fucking tried, but all you see is me hurting you. All you do is point out what I did wrong and completely dismiss everything that I tried to do right. I wanted to be with you, Seth. Hell... I still do." He whispered the last part, hoping Seth didn't hear.

"Well, it's a little too late, isn't it?" Seth shook his head. "You're off the hook, Dean. I give up."

Dean grabbed Seth's arm and pulling him closer, pressing their lips together not caring who saw. A few seconds later, Dean pulled away, putting his forehead against Seth's as one single tear fell out of his eye. "I'm so fucking sorry, Seth." He whispered. "I'll always love you."

Seth broke down in tears as Dean walked away.