Hi guys, quick update from me this time =w=
Here's chapter with more background story. All that's in italics is a flash back (or is it just a dream? ;))
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Enjoy & review if you like :) x
His head was buzzing pleasantly and he let out a laugh, just because he felt like it. He felt the man next to him let out a low chuckle and he moved closer to him, leaning shoulder to shoulder for a second.
Seth looked sideways to the slightly taller man and grinned boyishly. His companion shook his head with a smirk, watching him as he took a few steps away and spread his arms. His head tilted back as he inhaled the fresh night air.
'You're such a lightweight,' the big man boomed at him teasingly, but it was the truth. Seth felt like he had run out of words and all he could do was laugh. It was okay, anyway. Laughing felt good.
They where in a local park and it was quiet around them. Most of the city asleep at this hour. Roman was always on guard though and Seth let out a surprised sound when he felt the others arms encircle his waist lightly.
'Roman…' he hummed, turning his head to smell the other's soft hair. Roman always smelled good. Earthy and comforting, but with a hint of something zesty. It had beent he smell of home for the last couple of years. Ever since the big Samoan had plucked him off the street his life had changed. He was still far from 'normal' when it came to his job, but at least he was around people he loved and trusted instead of sleeping on the street with one eye open at all times.
He felt Roman's soft lips against his neck, receiving a bite here and there and Seth leaned his head back to grant the other all the access he needed.
Seth felt something vibrate against his ass and he let out a surprised sound, hearing Roman groan in annoyance and the other's warm presence left him.
Seth let out a disappointed sigh, turning around to complain as he saw Roman pick up his phone. It wasn't very often the other was so straight forward with his affection and Seth had been enjoying it. But he saw the look on the other's face and knew it was serious. It was strange to see the other turn so calm and business like within a second.
'Yea? Oh- yea that's right. I can't see you yet…. Hurry up man.' Roman turned to look down the path that went through the park, apparently looking for someone. Seth's mind was still fuzzy from the drinks they had earlier and he fidgeted with his jacket a little, hopping from one foot to the other to look over Roman's shoulder.
His eyes focused on a dark form that appeared from the shadows now, Roman hanging up the phone as he finally saw him approach and he pulled Seth along to meet the other.
Dean's face was dirty and so where his hands. Seth couldn't make out the colour in the dark but the smell was undeniable. The other was covered in blood. Roman was all business now, but the blonde seemed on edge. Seth sighed as he moved closer to the blonde. He had wanted to give him a manly hug or a pat on the shoulder, but even in his drunken state he noticed Ambrose tense up when he approached him. Seth held his distance and stayed next to Roman, registering Dean's icy blue eyes glancing off in a different direction every other second.
Roman cleared his throat and Dean looked up at him with a snarl on his face, but when he seemed to realise it was only Roman, a look of utter despair took over and it made Seth shiver. He could hear Dean breathing heavily, his hands in constant movement, tugging at his clothes, making motions in the air, his fingers spasming lightly.
'Come on, we need to clean you up.' The tall Samoan decided thoughtfully, always the cool one that would tie the loose ends together. Dean fell behind them a little, mumbling under his breath as Roman tried to keep Seth from stumbling off his feet. 'What happened? Was he on a mission?' Seth asked softly, struggling to string a proper sentence together.
Romans steel grey eyes settled on him for a second before he stared ahead again.
'Yea.. i told Hunter not to send Dean, but he needed someone to take care of Rob. You know. Rob who took Dean in when he joined the gang. ' Roman clenched his jaw and Seth felt a little more sober all of a sudden. He too had known Rob, he'd been a bit of an uncle to all of them. More so to Dean who he had taken under his wing when he'd been young and new to the crew. But Rob had grown older over the years and it hadn't been a secret the eccentric man had been talking about 'retirement'. Their boss hadn't been very pleased, but Rob had never been one to give a shit about anyone higher up.
'Fuck..' Was all Seth knew how to say.
When they got home that night, Roman took Dean into the bathroom to clean him up. Seth stupidly put some extra pillows and blankets on the mattresses they slept on in the large, empty warehouse.
Dean let himself be wrapped in blankets by Seth when he and Roman came out of the bathroom. The blonde not saying a lot. It scared Seth how his usually sharp blue eyes seemed dull and empty. Roman touched his shoulder and he looked up as he slipped him two pills and a bottle of water before turning away. Seth got Dean to part his lips and swallow the sleeping pills with a sigh. Anything to take his mind off the gruesome thing he'd just been through. Anything to keep their friend as sane as they could.
Seth woke up confused, not even remembering falling asleep in the first place. As he tried to move, he felt Dean's arm resting over his chest and he smirked, pressing a light kiss to the other's blonde head. Flashes of the nights events came back to him and he sighed, sitting up a little and he saw Roman's broad back turned towards him on the other side of the bed.
He heard the familiar sound of 'tick tick tick scrape' on the small table next to Roman on the floor. Saw the other set the credit card aside, lean down to the surface and snort. Seth sighed. He'd seen it done countless times. Had done it himself. But lately it bothered him when he saw Dean or Roman take the stuff.
Roman threw his head back, black hair pooling over his shoulders and back like water as the big man let out a soft groan.
Seth leaned over Dean, careful to not wake the other up, touching Roman's back lightly. Roman turned around and their eyes met in the dark. He slowly saw the other's pupils dilate and he frowned a little, pushing some hair from Roman's face.
'Don't wake him up,' Roman said, nodding down to Dean. His voice always had that strange tremor in it whenever the big man used. It made Seth's skin crawl. He just nodded, sighing again laying back down as Roman did the same. Dean still knocked out in between them on in the nest of pillows Seth had built. The younger one held Roman's dark gaze, forcing himself to do so. He hated when Roman got that faraway look in his eyes. He knew Dean would never admit it, but Roman was in many ways their anchor. The one that kept them grounded and thinking straight. To see him fall apart in these rare moments was hard for Seth and he had no idea how to deal with them.
'I'm going to kill Hunter, sooner or later.' The samoan purred into the night air, twisted smirk forming on his lips. Seth held the other's dark stare until he could take no more, looking down at their broken team mate and swallowing the growing lump in his throat. His eyes widening as Roman reached out to stroke some hair from his face before he relaxed into the soft blankets again.
'Go to sleep.' Roman ordered before turning around himself, leaving Seth to stare at the other's muscular back and intricate tattoo before he drifted off again.
Seth woke up with a start, panting as if he'd been running before falling down on his bed. His limbs ached and his head was pounding again. He tried to rub the sleep from his eyes aggressively, as if that would make his mind more clear. Curly hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and he tried to remember his dream. Frowning and making the headache worse, letting out a growl standing up, making everything spin before his eyes.
Stumbling to the bathroom, blindly searching for the tap to turn on the cold water. Holding his face under the spray to regain some more consciousness. Just letting the water rush over him for a minute longer before turning off the tap and bringing a towel to his face. Looking up into his own brown eyes in the mirror and it gave him goosebumps. He tugged at the blonde hair on the side of his head and crunched his teeth together.
Biting down on his tongue hard and tasting the metallic blood in his mouth. Making sure he was awake and really here. Groaning as the taste was familiar, but he had no idea why.
Remembering flashes of his dream, recognizing Dean in there and he had looked so fallen apart and that man- Roman, he'd been there too. Seth wanted to scream at his brain to stop this puzzle he seemed to be a part off, but it wouldn't help. Walking back to his bedroom he eyed the clock warily. Still a few hours left before he had to get up for work. Laying back down and trying to breathe more calm, he looked at the ceiling. What if it was all a coincidence? What if he had just been stressed out from starting a job and a new life and this was his brains way of dealing with everything?
A little voice in his head said that didn't explain how that patient new his name. But he shook it off, burying his face into his pillow as he slowly drifted off into a more peaceful sleep again.