Chapter 24

" Oh shit."

Dean's words made Roman's heart start to beat once again after it had been stilled by the sound of Seth's voice. He slowly turned his head and looked down the foot of the bed to where Seth was standing. Seth was just staring at them. His face full of confusion, disappointment, disbelief but most of all Roman could see that he was deeply hurt. He also became painfully aware that he was still holding Dean's length in his hand and he let it go. He felt a pressure release from his own. He had forgotten that Dean had been holding his as well.

Dean tucked himself back into his boxers as he watched Seth carefully. Seth was just standing there in his underwear and what looked like one of his shirts looking back and forth at both of them.

" Seth," Dean started. " I know that you're upset right now but ..."

Dean didn't get to finish is sentence as Seth lunged at him and started to rain his fists down on him.

" How could you do this to me? That's my Romie! Mine!" Seth yelled. He was hitting Dean a lot harder than he expected as he used his arms to shield his face. " He's mine! Romie doesn't love you!" He hit Dean all across his chest and torso. " Romie loves me! He loves me!" Seth started to cry and his hits became more sparodic.

Roman had been in shock over Seth's attack on Dean but when he started to cry and he saw those tears run down Seth's face, he moved into action. He wrapped his arms around Seth's waist and lifted him off Dean and on to his lap. He ran a hand down the back of Seth's head trying to soothe him.

" I'm sorry Seth. I do love you." He repeated it over and over while he kissed his forehead. Seth's face was pressed against his chest as he cried and Roman felt like the worst person in the world. " I love you Seth. I love you so much baby."

Seth pulled his head away from Roman's chest and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. " You love me?" Seth asked through his sniffles.

Roman nodded. " Of course I do baby."

" Then why are you in bed with Dean?" Seth yelled getting off the bed.

" Baby I ..." Roman had no real explanation to give him. How could he justify what he was doing with Dean? How could he tell Seth that while their relationship lacked nothing, he couldn't get enough of Dean?

" Seth," Dean got off the bed and approached Seth slowly. " Just calm down and let's talk about this."

" There's nothing to talk about." Seth clenched his fists and marched to the doorway. " I hate you Dean." He glanced over at Roman who looked defeated and was hanging his head in shame. " I hate both of you!"

" Seth, you don't mean that." Dean tried to reason with him. " You're just upset."

" Yes I do! I hate both of you." Seth stalked off through the apartment heading to the front door.

" Seth!" Dean ran after him and grabbed his hand. " Sethie c'mon now." His blue eyes pleaded with Seth. " Please Seth."

But Seth yanked his hand away as if Dean's touch was fire. " There's nothing to talk about." He opened the front door and practically ran through it and headed up the stairs.

Dean was left in the living room staring at the open door. Seth said that he hated him. He couldn't mean that. Dean shook his head as he returned to the bedroom to find Roman still sitting where he left him. He stared when he saw a single tear run down Roman's cheek. Dean swallowed hard. He had never considered Roman's feelings in this entire scenario. The man looked positively broken at Seth's words.

He grabbed Roman's hand trying to pull him out of the bed. " C'mon. Let's go."

Roman looked at him confused. " Go where?"

" To get Seth."

He shook his head in defeat. " He hates me Dean." His voice cracked as he said those words. " My Seth hates me."

" Roman, come on man." Dean tightened his grasp on Roman's hand. " You know he doesn't mean that. He's just angry. You know how emotional he can get."

Roman didn't look too convinced. " But what if -"

" But what if nothing." Dean tugged him hard bringing him up to his feet. " Instead of sitting here feeling sorry for yourself, let's get to him before it's too late."

Dean grabbed his plaid shirt from off the floor and quickly buttoned it while Roman pulled on a pair of sweatpants. Then they quickly ran up the stairs to Dean's apartment.

" Seth!" Dean called out as they entered the apartment and walked through the living room. He heard a noise coming from Seth's bedroom and he jogged towards it with Roman at his heels.

When he entered the bedroom he saw Seth packing a large duffel bag with tears streaming down his face.

" Seth what are you doing? You can't leave." Dean made an attempt to grab the bag but Seth with a surprising show of strength pulled it back.

" Yes I can. The two of you don't care anything about me." Seth shoved about a week's worth of underwear into the bag and then started throwing in some shirts.

" Yes we do. You know how we both feel about you."

Roman perked up at Dean's statement. What did Dean mean by 'we'?

" No both of you use me. You guys think that I'm dumb because I'm a stripper." A couple bottles of cologne got shoved haphazardly into the bag.

Dean was getting frustrated. " Seth. Cut it out. You're acting as if you aren't as guilty as we are."

Seth's eyes narrowed at him. " You tricked me."

" The fuck I did. You're the one that came on to me first."

" What the fuck are you two talking about?"

Dean turned around slowly. He had forgotten for a moment that Roman was also in the room with them. He took a deep breath as he contemplated what to say next. The truth was going to come out sooner or later.

He placed his hands on his hips and looked Roman in the eye. " Seth and I slept together a couple of times."

Everything went deathly quiet in the room. Dean could feel both Roman's and Seth's eyes on him. This had to be the scariest moment in his entire life. Suddenly he heard a loud growl and a fist had connected to his jaw and he was down on the ground. Another punch connected to his lips and he had the coppery taste of blood on his tongue.

" You fucking piece of shit. You slept with Seth? You slept with both of us?" Roman punched him again and Dean tried to push him away but it was as if Roman had suddenly become insanely strong. Another punch landed at his temple and Dean felt his brain shake.

He heard Seth's voice somewhere in the background. " Romie stop! Stop Romie!" Through blurred vision he saw Seth grabbing Roman's arm. " You're going to kill him Romie."

But Roman was so blinded by his anger that he flung Seth off with such rage that the poor kid's body smacked against the wall causing him to hit the back of his head.

Only when Seth had cried out in pain did Roman realize what he had done. He immediately went over to Seth who had slumped to the floor, holding the back of his head. Fresh tears started again from the pain that he had received.

" Seth! I'm so sorry baby." Roman wrapped his arm around his waist and pulled him up to lean against him as he walked him to the bed. " I'm so sorry babe. I didn't mean to."

He tried to pull Seth's hand away from his head to look at it but Seth shook his head and pulled away from him. " No! Leave me alone Roman."

The Samoan looked at him in shock. " What did you call me?"

" I called you Roman. That's your name isn't it?" Seth stated rhetorically as he zipped up his bag. He pushed his feet into his Jordans that had become his favourite pair. He was already wearing a pair of skinny jeans and he was still in Dean's t-shirt.

Dean had managed to rise up on his knees and was propping his arms on the side of the bed. His head still felt woosy from the punches that Roman had given him but all things considered, he had probably deserved it.

" Where are you going Seth?"

He watched as he picked up the duffel bag and stepped over Roman's legs. Reigns was sitting there looking dumbfounded as if the entire weight of it had now crashed down on him.

" None of your business Dean."

" No it is my business." He managed to get to his feet and stumbled behind Seth.

Seth grabbed his car keys from the coffee table. He was leaving and Dean had to stop him.

" Seth, wait!" He tried to walk confidently over to him but the dull thumping in his head was making it hard to walk straight.

" Wait for what Dean?" Seth responded impatiently.

" You can't leave."

" Why not?" Seth opened the door and looked back at him. This was his final chance.

" Because I love you Sethie." Finally. He had told Seth the truth about how he felt about him.

He saw the surprised look on Seth's face at his words thinking that all was not lost between them. But his heart plummetted again when he Seth shook his head.

" You have a really funny way of showing it Dean." That's all Seth said as he walked through the door.

Dean slumped against the breakfast bar. He really needed to get an ice pack for his head. When he turned and looked behind him he saw Roman standing there. From the look on his face, he knew that Roman had overheard the entire conversation.

They stared at each other for a while and then Dean pushed off the counter and went over to refridgerator. Holding a kitchen towel, he filled it with some blocks of ice and then secured it with a knot. He pressed it against his head while with one hand he got a can of beer from the fridge and and popped the ring. He closed the door with his foot and sat on a barstool sipping the beer. The alcohol burning the cut on his lip as he drank. Roman just watched him for a little while longer as they both heard Seth's Porsche screeching out of the parking lot. Eventually Roman walked out of the apartment leaving Dean alone with his beer and splitting headache.

About an hour later when most of the pain from the headache had subsided, Dean wanted to go and get something to eat. He pondered for a few seconds where he had left his car keys when he remembered that they were in his pants pockets on Roman's bedroom floor. He looked out through the living room window and saw that Roman's car was still there. He was probably taking the day off Dean mused. He threw the wet towel into the kitchen sink and decided to head downstairs to Roman's apartment. Everything was out in the open now. If Roman wanted to finish him off, well Dean decided that he was giving him a great opportunity to do so.

When Dean knocked on Roman's front door, he had no idea what to expect. Roman opened the door slowly and just stared at him a disgusted look on his face. " What do you want?"

" I, uh, came to pick up the rest of my things." This was really one of the most uncomfortable conversations that Dean had ever had.

Roman stepped to aside and Dean walked in uneasily, half afraid that Roman was going to hit him again. He became painfully aware that he was still in his boxers and mentally cursed himself for not throwing on a pair of gym shorts before he came down.

He gathered up his jeans and sneakers from the floor and he turned to see Roman standing in the door way watching him.

Dean eased past him and was in the living room when Roman spoke up.

" So you're in love with him?"

He stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly. He attempted to bite his bottom lip but the sharp pain from the busted lip stopped him. " Yeah."

Roman studied him for a bit before he spoke again. " For how long?"

Dean shrugged his shoulders. " For about a few weeks. A month maybe."

" I guess I understand now why you guys were always fighting." Roman sighed and walked into the kitchen. He took out a tub of ice cream from the freezer and a spoon from a drawer and started to dig in.

Dean walked over to him slowly as Roman sat on a bar stool. " Look Rome, for what it's worth, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause problems between you and Seth." He sat on a stool across the breakfast bar from Roman.

Roman dugged into the ice cream and brought a huge mound up to his lips. " You slept with both of us Dean. Do you know how messed up that is?"

" Yeah I know." Dean rested his jeans and shoes in his lap. " I just got so caught up with the both of you and I couldn't choose. Well almost anyway."

" What's that suppose to mean?" Reigns' grey eyes locked on to him. The silver spoon dangling precariously from his fingertips.

" I, uh, shit." Dean had managed to put his foot in his mouth again. When will he ever learn? " I had asked Seth to, um, be my boyfriend." He responded meekly.

Roman dropped the spoon into the container. It rattled around after hitting the sides of it. " Hold on. You tried to steal my boyfriend? You really ain't shit Dean Ambrose."

" Well can you really blame me?" Dean said defensively. " I'm in love with the guy. Of course I want him. I know it's a shitty thing to do to a friend but damn it Rome. You know how it is to love him."

" Yeah I do." Roman was still looking at him in the most unfriendly manner.

" Anyway he turned me down." Dean lifted his chin as he spoke. " He loves you. He practically worships the ground that you walk on."

Reigns broke eye contact with Dean picked back up the spoon regretfully. " Well I guess that's over with."

" Don't say that Rome. He'll come back." Dean reached across the counter and plucked the spoon out of Roman's fingers and scooped up his own icecream.

He winced a little as the coolness of the icecream crossed his lips. " You know, there's better flavours out there than vanilla."

" But I like vanilla," Roman replied defensively. " Hey, give me back my spoon!" He grabbed out of Dean's hand and jammed it into the container bringing up a massive heap on the spoon. As Roman was trying to figure out how to fit it all in his mouth, Dean took the container out of his hands.

He poked his finger in it and took out a bit on it.

" Dean, that's nasty. Don't put your grubby little fingers all up in my ice cream."

Dean shrugged and did it again. " Well you won't share the spoon with me."

" I already shared my boyfriend with you. What more do you want?" Roman replied in a huff licking the last bits of the ice cream off the spoon.

At hearing Roman's words, Dean chuckled.

" What's so funny?" Roman stuck his spoon into the container has Dean held it.

" Seth. When I had asked him to be mine he suggested that I could be his boyfriend along with you."

Roman looked at skeptically. " What?"

" Seth had suggested that he wanted both of us to be his boyfriend because he said that he felt the same for both of us." Dean stuck his finger back into the ice cream. " I mean he practically got what he wanted today."

" Wait a minute, hold on. Are you saying that Seth loves you?"

" I don't know. He never said that he did. He just said that he feels the same way about the both of us. It's Seth so I just feel that it's subject to many interpretations." Dean sucked the ice cream off his finger and moved to put it back into the container when Roman pulled the container away.

" I told you. Stop putting your grubby little fingers into the ice cream. God only knows where your hands have been."

" They have been around your dick." Dean retorted smugly. " Now put the ice cream back."

Roman reluctantly placed the container on the counter and handed the spoon to Dean. " So what happens now?"

" What do you mean?" Dean replied with his mouth full of melting ice cream.

" How do we get Seth back?"

" I have no idea," admitted Dean. " Did you try calling him?"

" Of course I did. It went straight to voicemail." He pulled the spoon out of Dean's mouth and got his own ice cream.

" Well I already know that he doesn't want to hear from me."

Suddenly Roman dropped the spoon the counter. The metal clanging loudly against the granite. " You don't suppose that he would go back to Damien?"

A coldness rushed through Dean. " Fuck no. He wouldn't. I don't think Seth would. Would he?"

" I hope not. I don't what I would do if Damien ever so much as even look in his direction again." Roman's chest rised and fell rapidly. Dean could see the angry was just flowing through him just from the thought of Seth returning to Damien.

Dean reached across the counter and wrapped his hand around the back of Roman's neck. " Listen to me Rome. We'll find him okay? Seth wouldn't go back to Damien after what he did to him."

Roman's gaze was fixed on him. " I hope so Dean. I really do."

" Don't worry Rome. We'll find him. We'll find Seth."

A/N: I hope I didn't keep you guys waiting too long.