"Still Confused."

(To the guest who reviewed about my spelling/grammar: I'm glad you're enjoying my story, however, no one is perfect and I don't have a professional editor so, yes, there is going to be some spelling/grammar errors. I don't usually proof read because I'm too lazy, but no one else has complained yet. Thank you for your review.)

(PS; Short chapter today.)

Dean stood in the middle of the parking lot, the rain pouring down hard against his body. He didn't care if he was getting soaked or that his phone was probably in his grave by now. All he cared about right now was seeing Seth. He just needed to be with Seth. Sighing, he wiped his wet hair away from his face. Why was he here? Did he honestly believe that he could fix things with Seth when everything was still shaky?

Walking up his door, he rattled the doorknob, but the door was locked. "Seth." He called, knocking softly on the door. He leaned his head against the door, wishing he hadn't drank those beers. "Seth, please open the door."

Seth heard the knocks from his room and wondered who could be at his door at 2 in the morning. Slipping on a pair of sweats, he tightened the strings as he made his way to the front door.

Not wasting any time, Dean grabbed Seth, pulling him close and kissing him passionately, moaning against his lips. It'd been way too long since he felt Seth in his arms. Way too long.

Seth was stunned at first, not quite sure what to expect. At first, he kissed back, breathing in Dean's scent and running his fingers through his short brown hair, sighing into his mouth. God, he still loved this man with all of his heart... but this was wrong. This was so damn wrong.

"Dean," He groaned, pulling his mouth away from his beautiful, soft mouth. "What are you doing?"

"I miss you, Seth. I miss you so fucking much."

Closing his eyes, Seth shook his head, walking away from Dean. "Stop this, Dean. I let you off the hook. I told you I was done."

"Well, I'm not done with you. I'm not even close to being done with you."

"What is your problem, Dean? Why do you keep doing this shit to me? I'm trying to move on, I'm trying to forget I ever loved you, but you just won't let me."

"You don't know how hard this is for me, Seth. I want to be with you, but..."

"But you're with Leana."

He shook his head. "You don't understand."

"Then make me understand."

It's been two weeks since Seth and Dean last seen each other at the hospital. They haven't even spoken a word. Roman has tried to get them together, making them come over his house to hang out with him since he's still on bed rest. But if Dean saw Seth's car, he'd leave making an excuse, and Seth had done the same. It was completely childish, but both men knew they wouldn't be able to control their selves if they were in the same room. Either they'd fight the whole time or do other things that may not be appropriate for public viewing. Seth knew he couldn't deny Dean and Dean knew he didn't want to deny Seth anymore. Still, this whole thing with Leana made both of their self controls a bit. She was having the baby, there was no doubt about that. Seth couldn't ignore it as much as he couldn't ignore the fact that he wanted to be with Dean, parts of him needing to be with Dean in order to be happy.

When Dean didn't offer up an explanation Seth shook his head, sitting on the couch with his hands on his face. "I can't do this shit anymore, Dean." His voice cracked as the emotions began to take control. "I can't be your number two. It's not something I ever pictured for myself. Sitting in the sidelines watching you be happy with her while I'm just your little fuck buddy."

"I didn't sign up for this, Seth. I never wanted this shit to happen."

"Then why couldn't you control yourself?" He looked back at him. "Why didn't you shrug it off? Don't try to blame this shit on me because I'm not the only one in this!"

"I'm not trying to blame you!" Dean yelled, tugging on his hair, trying to keep his anger in control. "You don't know how many nights I stayed up wishing that I'd never cause you all this pain because I was just too fucking scared to admit that I loved you. I didn't want my feelings for Leana to come back, but they didn't and I hurt you, once again. That kills me inside, Seth. It kills me that I can't do anything to take it back, no matter how much I hope and wish that I can, I just fucking can't. And I have to live with that every day." He stepped closer to Seth, standing in front of him. "I'm standing here, soaking wet, pleading with you, practically begging you for another chance. I know I'm still with Leana, I know I still have a lot of shit to figure out, but got damnit, I want to be with you!"

Seth groaned, getting up and grabbing Dean's wet shirt, pulling him close again and kissed him, bringing his other hand up to place it on his cheek. Dean reached down and slipped his shirt off, pushing Seth down on the couch and straddling him, bringing their lips together again. He grabbed Seth's face, sliding his tongue along his lips, down his jaw bone, and to his neck. Seth moaned, biting his lips as the sensation of Dean's tongue on his hot skin made his length instantly harden, not being able to deny the fact that, despite all the unsolved problems, he wanted Dean tonight so bad.

Dean began untying Seth's sweats, forgetting all the shit that has happened and just focused on Seth... how much he wanted to make love to Seth again. He missed hearing Seth's moans, kissing his lips, feeling his skin, making his body shake. Groaning, he began to kiss down Seth's chest, running his fingertips along his skin until he was on his knees, pulling the front of his sweats forwards to kiss Seth's v-cut, sliding his tongue along the creases.

A loud knock came to the door, causing Dean and Seth to jump off, both of their hearts beating fast. "Who is it?" Seth called out, his voice weak.

"Open the fucking door, Dean. I know you're in there!"

Dean groaned as Leana continued to knock on the door. Grabbing his shirt off the ground, he walked to the door and opened it slowly.

As soon as Leana saw Dean, she slapped him hard across the face. "You got some damn nerve."

Pushing her out the doorway, closing the door behind him, Dean grabbed Leana's arm roughly pulling her closer. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"What the hell is wrong me with? What's wrong with you, Dean?! If you wanted to be with Seth so damn bad, why the hell did you ask me to be with you? I should have known. I'm as stupid as he is." She snatched her arm, walking away from him.

"Leana, please." He walked to her, grabbing her arm again. "Please, stop. Just let me explain."

"What else do you need to explain, Dean? You can explain everything in the fucking world, but you're still going to turn around and do the opposite. You're fucking confused. You don't know what you want and I'm not going to stick around waiting for you to figure it out. You're a grown fucking man, Dean. Act like it." Leana felt herself getting light-headed as she placed her hand on her forehead. Her knees grew weak and before she knew it, everything went dark.

Dean grabbed Leana before she fell on the ground, pushing the hair from her face. "Leana? Leana, are you okay? Seth!"

Seth walked out his house to see Dean holding Leana who was limp in his arms. "What happened?"

"I think she fainted. Hold the door open so I can put her inside." Dean picked her up in his arms and walked back into Seth's house. "Bring me a cup of water." He laid Leana on the couch and began to fan her face. "Leana, baby. Wake up, please." He placed his hand on her chest, seeing if her heart was still beating.

Seth walked over with a cup of water and leaned down next to Dean, handing him the cup. A few minutes later, Leana regained consciousness, her whole body feeling hot.

"W-what happened?"

"You fainted. Drink some water." Dean said, bringing the cup to her lips. "You're okay." He smoothed the hair from her face. "Does this happen often?"

She tried to get up, but Dean didn't allow her to. "Dean, I'm fine. Let me up."

Dean allowed her to sit up. "What's going on, Leana?"

"I have these fainting spells sometimes. It's nothing bad." She lied, rubbing her face. "I need to go."

"It's pouring outside, you shouldn't drive." Seth interjected.

"I didn't ask for your opinion." Leana snapped, trying to get up. "You two obviously deserve each other so be together. I'm not being the 3rd wheel in this love triangle."

"Leana..."

"No, Dean. It's fine. You love him, be with him. You weren't going to be completely happy with me because of him so I'm letting you go."

Dean sighed, grabbing Leana's arm and pulling her to Seth's bedroom. He sat her on the bed and began to take off her sneakers. "We're not talking about this right now. You need to rest."

"Don't treat me like a child."

"Stop acting like one."

"How am I acting like a child, Dean?" Tears welled up in her eyes. "You played Seth and you played me."

"I didn't play anyone!" Dean snapped, standing up. "I know. I'm a fucking screw up, but I never intended to hurt either one of you. I love Seth, but I've loved you ever since high school. I've always wanted to be with you and you have no idea what I went through when you left."

"Don't do this right now."

"No, we're doing it, Leana. Why'd you leave? Tell me."

Tears spilled out of Leana's eyes. "I was pregnant and I lost the baby, okay? That's why I need to have so many appointments." She whispered, her voice shaking.

Dean closed his eyes, sighing. "Who was the father?"

"Don't ask me."

"Leana."

"I can't. Please, just leave it alone for right now. I'll explain later, but, right now, I just..." Seth came to the door causing Leana to stop talking. Shaking her head, she moved away from Dean to standing in front of the window, staring out at the pouring rain.

Dean walked out of the bedroom closing the door, around Seth, and into the bathroom, not wanting to speak to him yet. This was going to be a long night.