A/N: Hey, sorry for how long it's taken me to update this, there are so many ways in which I could have gone with this, but I've finally decided on one. So, here's a tiny teaser for you, I'll be posting a real chapter soon, but I needed this tiny chapter so that the rest of it makes sense. And I know I promised some smut, so there will be some in the next chapter, I promise, but for now please enjoy this tiny but significant update, and I'll write to you all soon!
Seth stumbled back into his hotel room, water dripping from him and raining down on the carpet, but he didn't care. He almost didn't notice dean until the elder man wrapped a towel around him, pulling him into the bathroom. He briefly overheard dean saying something about getting him into the shower before he got a cold, but his mind wandered off. He didn't care if he caught a cold. He didn't care about anything right now. He just felt, numb. He didn't resist as dean stripped him of his clothes and pushed him into the shower. But as he stood there, water cascading on his bare skin, so warm and different to the rain outside, he found himself asking Dean to stay. He didn't know why, he just needed to know someone was there for him, with him. That he wasn't completely alone. And he complied, stripping down and joining Seth in the shower, wrapping his arms around Seth's waist and just holding him. At that was all it took.
As hard as he tried to hold back, he couldn't stop the sobs escaping, couldn't make the tears stop falling. And after a moment, he didn't want to. He cried, sobbed, heaved and bawled and dean just held him throughout, rubbing soothing circles on his back, not once saying anything. And for that Seth was grateful. He didn't need words right now, he needed... well, he didn't really know what he needed. But whatever it was, he needed it now.
Calming himself down he pulled his head back from where it had been resting on dean's shoulder and looked up into his eyes, not really knowing what he saw there. But instead of wondering, he simply closed his own eyes, and pressed forward, lips crashing into deans. This. This was what he needed. He needed to feel close, to feel intimate with someone. And that someone was dean. But the other didn't seem to understand this. He didn't understand that Seth needed him, and he pulled back, pressing his forehead against Seth's.
"Dean please, I need this. I need you, please." Seth didn't care how whiney he sounded, how desperate he appeared, he needed this.
"Seth, I love you, there's nothing I wouldn't do for you, but this can't happen. If we do this, you'll regret it, and I know you'll hate yourself for it. And I don't think I could take doing that to you. I don't wanna hurt you like that. Please don't make me do this Seth. Please."
Seth wanted to cry in frustration. He was practically throwing himself at Dean and the bastard was having none of it. But he knew dean was right, Seth would regret it. And he didn't want to make his best friend do something he'd regret, so with a sigh he allowed dean to step away from him, turn the shower off and wrap him in a towel. But dean didn't leave; he took them both over to the bed to lay down, Seth's head resting on dean's shoulder. Neither man moved or spoke, but Seth took comfort in dean's tight embrace and allowed himself to drift off to sleep, the emotions of the past few hours hitting him hard, and he was soon unconscious.
But he failed to notice the emotions draw out across dean's face. He was confused. He had exactly what he wanted, so why didn't he feel happy? He had Seth, roman was practically out of the picture. But the raw emotion the younger had displayed at the loss of the other man had pulled at his heart strings, and dean didn't know why. He didn't know what he was feeling, he didn't know why he was feeling it, but he knew he had to figure it out soon, before things got out of hand.