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Chapter Seven: I Won't Waste Your Time With My Revelations

Days and weeks go by, and Dean is starting to notice a definite pattern in his life. Ever since Seth Rollins came along, he's noticing that most of his time is spent with him. They meet up at Dean's locker every morning, walk each other to class, sit next to each other for lunch, and they've even began carpooling. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, Seth would pick Dean up, and every Tuesday and Thursday would be Dean's turn.

Dean also begins to realize that Seth is at his house a whole lot more than he ever expected. Yeah, he's been to Seth's house and yeah, Seth's house is thousands of times nicer than Dean's. But somehow, he always finds Seth spending most of his time at his house. Maybe it's because that's where it all really began. Maybe because of Moxley. Whatever it was, Dean didn't really care.

But there was something in particular that Dean was beginning to notice. Something that, surprisingly, took him much longer to realize than everything else.

He wasn't fucking anyone.

Well, yeah he was. He was definitely still fucking people, but not nearly as often as he used to. The desire was still there; oh was it still there, so Dean was left to wonder why it was that his rendezvous were rapidly decreasing in frequency. Maybe he'd gone through everyone? Maybe his reputation was catching up to him?

"Maybe you should stop asking yourself stupid ass questions that you already know the answer to." Dean says to himself. He's sitting on the bench in the car garage that he worked at taking his lunch break. It really couldn't have come sooner, because his mind had been going a million miles a minute all day. Questions that he refused to acknowledge before were coming back to bite him, and it was torture.

It was Seth. He wasn't dumb, he knew that. It was Seth fucking Rollins that was the cause of all this. It was his fault Dean didn't have time to hook up anymore. He took up all of Dean's time.

You want him to take up all of your time.

It was his fault that Dean wasn't picking up anyone anymore. He distracted him from his possible lays.

You want him to distract you.

It was his fault that Dean was so fucking confused.

You fucking love it.

"Fuck fuck fuck." Dean chants under his breath, running the rag he keeps in his back pocket over his face. Nothing like this has ever happened to him before. No one has ever been able to get inside of his head like Seth seemed to do. But does he even know? Does Seth even realize what a mess he's made of Dean Ambrose?

"Are you acting like you can't see me, or can you really not see me?"

Dean looks up and sees John standing right in front of him. Dean sighs as he shuts his eyes again. Tighter this time.

"John, fuck, I forgot you had an appointment today."

John laughs and sits beside Dean. "You okay? You seem-"

"Don't patronize me, John. I'm not in the mood."

In no mood to argue, John nods and stands up. But just as he's about to walk away from Dean's bench, Dean calls out to him.

"No, wait. Fuck, I'm sorry. Just… I'm kind of messed up right now."

John smiles and sits back down. He's pleasantly surprised at the fact that he is about to have a real, legitimate conversation with Dean. He makes sure to get comfortable on that metal bench, because he feels like they could be there for a while.

"Messed up, huh?" John asks, and Dean nods. "Does it have to do with… A specific person?"

Dean nods, not catching the heavy implication John makes. "I think so. He's changing everything, man. Everything I thought I knew about myself."

"But you've always been so sure about things when it came to, you know, someone you were interested in."

"It's different though, I think. When I'm with this person, that's not what I think about. That's the last thing I think about." He looks over at John. "But that's the thing." He lets out a bitter chuckle. "That's who I am, John. Mr. Hit It and Quit It. Mr. One Night Stand. Why don't I want that with him? Why can't I let myself do that?"

John moves to put a comforting hand on Dean's shoulder, but when the dirty blonde noticeably tenses, he puts his hand back down. "Listen to me, Dean. Those titles you just mentioned, you gave them to yourself. You made them up; they don't define you." Dean remains quiet, so John goes on. "You have it in your head that all you're good for is a quick fuck. That you're only capable of giving yourself to someone temporarily. You don't want to believe that love is out there for you."

Dean's head shoots back up, and he's looking at John with the most terrified eyes he thinks he has ever seen. "I don't love him." He grits out. John puts his hands up in defense.

"I didn't say you did. I said you don't believe that you could love him. That you could love anyone, for that matter. Look, I don't know who this guy is," John has to lie, because he knows that Dean would freak out if he knew that John knew the truth. This is a delicate situation, and Dean was very vulnerable. John has to be careful. "but if he's enough to make you stop and think, maybe it's worth giving some sort of chance."

They sit in silence, Dean letting the words soak in and John waiting for Dean to say something. He feels proud of not only himself, but Dean as well. As horrible as it may seem, John was nearly convinced that nothing would ever change Dean. He was doubtful that he would ever change his ways. But now, there seemed to be hope. And that actually makes John smile.

"Stop fuckin' smiling like that." Dean says, standing up. "We're still not friends." He says, but he's smiling. He's smiling, and that little bit of hope in John grows.

He stands up as well. "Will you just go fix my air conditioning so that I don't have to spend another minute with you?"

"Gladly."

A/N: Title from the song Black & Blue by Miike Snow

Kind of a lame filler chapter but I've kind of had writers block, so sorry about that guys :(