"Bray." The instant he spoke, Dean became instantly aware that his jaw felt like it was on fire. Sure he and Bray had argued, but he didn't remember getting hit. In fact in didn't really remember falling asleep either. "Fuck...Bray." He was met with an odd silence. There wasn't even the hum of the AC. Everything felt and sounded like it was absolutely still. It scared him. All he could think was that Bray hadn't been silent ever. Whether it was singing under his breath or laughing at something random or even snoring in his sleep; the larger man was always making some kind of noise. It didn't make sense why Bray was choosing now to be completely and utterly silent.
Feeling he had little choice, Dean reached out for him finding nothing but air. Well that explained some of it. Bray wasn't there. Groaning, Dean reached even further, blindly grabbing for the first thing he could find. He expected to feel a cheap hotel comforter, or at the very least an equally cheap carpet; but he didn't. Instead all he felt were rocks. "What?" He slowly opened his eyes, finding it hard to focus them at first. The world looked about as hazy as he felt. Swallowing, Dead made a consorted effort to bring his world back into focus. He shifted his eyes to the first thing he could find. Above him, piercing its way through the fog, was a soft pink glow. He narrowed his eyes at it, finding it to be as out of place as the rocks had been. Bray's hotel room had had neither when he had gotten there, so why were they here now?
Concentrating on the glow, Dean's vision slowly came back into focus. He laid there watching as the glow slowly turned into a flashing neon on sign that read Girls, Girls, Girls. He laid there, staring up at it, completely confused by its presence. "What the fuck?" He quickly sat up finding he wasn't in Bray's hotel room anymore. It seemed like he hadn't been for a while. "BRAY!" His eyes scanned what they could see of the deserted parking lot, finding no evidence of Bray anywhere. "No..." Slowly it came back to him. The argument, his reason for going, even Strowman's sucker punch. It was all there in one horrifying flashback. "No no no NO!" Quickly stumbling to his feet, Dean swiftly spun around, getting a better view of his surroundings. Again Bray was nowhere to be found. It was as if all four of them had vanished into thin air. "Mother fucking...son of a...BRAY!" Dean stumbled forward, feeling his legs give out from under him. He dropped to his knees with a solid thud, wincing when the gravel ground into his skin; the denim doing little to shield it. How could this have happened? After everything they had been through, how could Bray have just left him? He stopped at that, ignoring the tears that were stinging his eyes. He took a weak, shaky breath, his eyes drifting back up to the sign. He kneeled there watching it flicker and move.
Deep down Dean knew why. He knew this was his own fault. He had taken the love Bray had so freely offered him and denied Bray the only thing he had ever asked for in return; himself. Sure things with Bray hadn't always been great. In fact nine times out of ten anything involving Bray was one step above toxic. But whether Dean had or hadn't needed him, Bray had always been right there. He was always ready to listen, and if need be he was ready to protect Dean from anyone that dared to do him harm. Not that Roman hadn't been. Roman had been desperately trying to break through the walls that Dean seemingly surrounded himself with for a straight solid year. He wanted to help, he wanted to be there, and he wanted to understand. Unfortunately for Roman, Bray understood Dean in a way that Roman never could. Roman hated it. If Dean hadn't known any better he would have sworn it was Roman's sole reason for hating Bray, aside from Bray generally being an asshole. Not that any of it mattered; Bray was gone.
Sighing, Dean shifted, gingerly pulling his cellphone out of his back pocket. He sat there staring at it, watching as the light from the sign danced across the glass. There was the person he should call to come get him and then there was the person he wanted to call. "Fuck it." Roman could wait. He hit Bray's number, waiting for him to pick up. "Come on you asshole." He sat there waiting, feeling his anger grow with every ring. By the time Bray's voicemail picked up, he was livid. "You. Cocksucking. ASSHOLE." Dean took a deep breath, biting back the wave of emotions that were threatening to come through. "You think it's funny to dump me like I'm fucking trash? I mean more to you than that. I know I mean more to you than that." He paused taking a deep breath. "You can't ignore me. I know you can't. I know you'll listen to this." He brought his free hand, roughly rubbing his collarbone. "I'm sorry, okay. I'm just so fucking sorry about all of it. I'm sorry that I picked him. I'm sorry that I hurt you. I'm fucking sorry for being born." He felt his own emotions getting the better of him. As angry as he was for being left, he could stop the grief from over taking him. "You can't just leave me here." He faltered, finding himself sounding like a lost child. "Don't leave me. I need you." He sobbed getting one last plea out before he was cut off. "Please…just come back."
He sat there sobbing like a child as the voicemail finished its spiel and then hung up on him. It was stupid to be crying over it, over him. Bray was an asshole. Dean knew he was. But Dean was an asshole too. They'd bonded over it. They had been friends because of it. Despite all the bad between him and Bray, Dean couldn't forget the good. He couldn't ignore the fact that he had never needed to question or justify Bray's love. It had been genuine from day one. "FUCK!" He threw the phone against the rocks, not caring if it shattered into a million pieces. He didn't need it anymore, or at least not for the next little while. Eventually he would have to pull it together. Eventually he would need to call Roman. Eventually would need to pretend he didn't care Bray was gone. Thankfully for him, eventually and everything that came with it could wait a little bit. For now, he was content to sit in the middle of an empty parking lot and fall apart.