A/N: So have you figured out who the alter is from the first chapter? If you still haven't, just keep on reading. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I love writing it. I'm sorry if there are any errors and misconceptions about DID in this fanfic. I am not a professional psychologist and I do not plan on becoming one. Any grammar and spelling errors were made by me, as this story was not beta'd.

So there won't be any confusion, Dean's dialogue will be written in normal text, Mox will be italicized and the Core will be bold and italicized unless they were talking directly to someone, like when they take over. If that is confusing, I am sorry.

'Dean' stared at them and opened his mouth to say something. Seth, AJ and Paige leaned in a bit closer to hear him.

"Tell me who you are. And where I am." He said, pressing against the wall to put some distance between them somehow. He looked down at his hands and saw that they were wrapped in what seemed to be black and white tape.

Seth looked back to AJ and Paige before turning back to 'Dean'.

"I'm Seth. These ladies are Paige and AJ," Seth said, gesturing at the women behind him. "We're your co-workers. You're in the Catering area right now at work. What's your name?"

The blonde was about to answer when he had this glassy look in his eyes and his head hung low, causing his bangs to cover his eyes.

Paige knelt beside Seth and placed a hand on the unstable man's shoulder.

"Dean? Talk to us." She said, brushing her fingers through 'Dean's' hair. Seth held her wrist and pushed it back.

"I think he's changing back." He pointed out, watching his lover closely. "Dean, look at me. Please."

Dean gripped Seth's hand, which was now on his knee, and the two-toned man looked at him, curious to know what was going on. Dean looked up at them and his eyes were back to their normal blue-gray shade. He looked up at Seth then at the two women behind him.

"Seth?" He croaked out, gripping his head. "Oh god, what happened?"

"We could ask you the same question." AJ said. "You started acting weird and like you don't know who we are."

Dean realized that he was holding a water bottle. He twisted the cap off and took a small sip. "Yeah?"

Paige nodded. "Yeah, I think you scared off the catering crew but y'know, nothing major."

Dean blinked, seeming confused. If he didn't do anything 'major', then who the hell took over? The only alters that are shown to the world were him and Moxley. If it wasn't Mox and it wasn't him, who the hell was it? Unless…..

"Shit." He mumbled, moving to stand. Seth stood up straight and helped Dean to get up on his feet. "Dean, I don't think you should be moving yet."

"I'm fine," Dean reassured with a sneer as he stumbled out of the room. Seth thanked Paige and AJ for their help.

"No problem," AJ chirped with a smile. "Now, go after him before something happens."

Seth ran out to follow Dean but he wasn't in his locker room and he wasn't with Roman. Seth was starting to freak out. He ran around the arena, trying to find his former Shield brother, when he bumped into Sheamus.

"Sorry, fella," The Irish man apologized, offering a hand to help Seth up. "You alright? You look like you're in a hurry."

Seth took the hand and Sheamus lifted him up to his feet with ease. "I'm alright. Have you seen Ambrose anywhere, by the way?"

"Yeah, I saw him run to the parking lot. Poor guy finally snapped, I think. Was talking to himself when I passed by him in the hallway earlier."

Seth nodded and thanked him and bolted to the parking lot, where he saw Dean leaning back against the chainlink fence. He seemed to be murmuring something under his breath, gripping the hair at his temples.

Dean dashed out of Catering, his heart pounding in his chest. Mox did not just let that happen, he couldn't. He needed to figure out what the hell happened. He ran into Sheamus earlier but he didn't bother to apologize. When he reached the parking lot, he took a few deep breaths before questioning,

"Mox, what the fuck did you do?"

"I didn't do anything," The other alter said, his voice not at all sorry. "You and I were having a conflict. You know how it goes."

"You let the Core take over?!" Dean demanded, striking the fence behind him. "Have you completely lost it?! You're supposed to protect him!"

"Come on, Tyler was going to know sooner or later. And besides, you came back just in time before the Core could reveal anything."

"You're gonna use that bullshit excuse? Jon, you need to stop-"

"Dean, you okay?" Seth's voice jolted the Lunatic Fringe out of his internal discussion. Dean looked up at him but dropped his gaze down to his feet when he saw that worry in Seth's eyes.

The blonde nodded. "I'm fine. Just…thinking, I guess."

"Dean, I think we should really go to a psychologist now."

"No, it's fine now. I don't need to go."

"Dean, who's the Core? Was he the alter we saw earlier?"

Dean kept his mouth shut. Seth didn't need to know anything more about him. He knows what he needs to and that's it. Dean placed a hand on Seth's neck and pulled him closer for a hug. The blonde rested his head on the crook of the champion's neck and muttered, his words muffled against Seth's skin, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Seth wrapped his arms around Dean's waist as he assured him that it was okay. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"I just….I didn't say anything, did I?"

"No, you just asked us who we were. You didn't say anything, don't worry."

Dean let out a shaky breath of relief. He hugged Seth closer as he tried to see if the Core was alright.

[Dean's mind/subconscious]

"Are you okay?" Dean asked, kneeling in front of 'himself'. The other shook violently as it shook its head.

"He was supposed to protect me," The Core mumbled as he looked up at Dean, his eyes red with crying and his voice hoarse after screaming. "I didn't know what to do."

"You didn't do anything wrong. I'm sorry-"

"Oh, suck it up!" Mox interrupted, walking into both men's view. "You guys know what happens when both protector alters have a conflict. One of the sub-alters takes over, that's the way it is for us."

"You already saw that he was exposed to the others but you did nothing about it, Jon!" Dean stood up and pushed Moxley back before kneeling back to check on their real self.

"Fine! Because I'm the screw-up, right?! Because I'm the lousy protector, right? And because you're the better one of us, Ambrose! We were doing fine without you!"

"Do I have to remind you that I came to existence because you were going too far?! I stepped in because you were doing more harm to both of you than good! You were drinking, smoking, doing drugs, Mox!"

"So what?!"

"You're supposed to protect him!"

"And I am protecting him! I was protecting him before you came along!"

"If it wasn't for me, you could have gotten yourselves killed!"

"STOP!"

Both protectors looked at their Core and the instinct to protect him became too overwhelming that they put their differences aside to make sure he was okay.

"I've had enough of this! I am so sick and tired of you two fighting! If I'd known that I was going to grow up with fighting and screaming, I would have ended it when I was still alone!"

"Don't say that. You don't mean that."

"And you were never alone. I was there with you."

"I know, Mox, I know."

"Then why say it? And besides, at the end of the day, Dean and I will always be here to make sure you're okay."

"Mox, take care of him. Make sure nothing happens."

"Yes, mother."

[Meanwhile, in the conscious world. (Crappy name is crappy)]

Seth noticed how Dean became quiet and motionless, save for a few twitches from Dean's hands which were gripping at Seth's hips. The two-toned man let Dean stay in this position, knowing that it would help. It was unsettling, though, how still and silent Dean was and Seth was beginning to wonder what was going on in that head of his. Was he asleep? Did he pass out? Seth wasn't sure but he knew that Dean was alright now at least.

Rollins moved back a little and he noticed how Dean's eyes were closed and how relaxed his breathing and body was, to the point where Seth was sure that the blonde would fall if he let go. Dean looked so…attractive this way: Just relaxed and calm. Of course, it would have been better if he was conscious but Seth appreciated what he could while Dean was like this.

Seth ran his fingers through Dean's messy curls and twirled a lock of it between his fingers, making the piece of hair even more rounded and curly. Dean's lips hung open a bit, like he was stopped in a middle of a sentence, and Seth had to stop that train of thought before it could start. Dean was in a fragile state and he certainly didn't need someone groping him or checking him out.

After a few more minutes of standing there in the parking lot, Dean finally showed signs of life. He stirred a bit and his neck twitched, which was a sign that Seth had yet to know about, before he finally looked up. He looked a bit confused and disoriented at first, looking at Seth as if he was a stranger. But after a few seconds, he finally leaned back against the fence and took a deep breath.

"Sorry," He breathed out, his breath a fog in front of him, momentarily masking his face.

The two-toned man shook his head and took Dean's hand into his. "Come on, let's get back to the hotel. You must be exhausted."

Dean smiled at him. He appreciated that Seth took the time to know what happens to him before, during and after switching. It was sweet how Seth knew what his alters were like. (Or what Moxley is like since Mox is the only alter he interacts with.) And Seth was right: Dean felt like he could collapse at any moment: His head and vision were spinning, his stomach felt sick and he was a bit shaky. So a ride back to the hotel sounded like a good idea since he probably wasn't fit to drive at the moment.

He followed Seth further down the parking lot to get to the younger man's car. Dean was actually surprised that it wasn't a fancy car like he expected the pretty boy to have. It was a simple black Toyota Corolla car as opposed to Dean's initial idea: An Audi or any fancy car. So now, Dean felt like an asshole to think that Seth's car would change along with his status in the WWE. But no, it was the same car where the Shield rode for hours on end on the way to shows and pay-per-views, it was the exact car where Seth first learned about his…..problem.

"Well, are you getting in or not?" Again, Dean was perturbed from his thoughts and he realized that they were already standing beside Seth's car and the champion was holding the door open for him, looking expectantly at him.

Dean blinked for a second. "Yeah, yeah. Sorry." He quickly got in the passenger seat and Seth closed the door after him before sitting in the driver's seat. He started the car and they drove in silence. At first, Seth thought Dean was asleep, judging by how silent he became again. But when took a quick glance at the man next to him, he noticed that Dean wasn't asleep, just staring at the road in front of them with glassy eyes.

[Back to Dean's mind/subconscious]

"Y'know, Ambrose," Mox started as soon as Dean 'entered'. He was sitting on an invisible floor, and the place looked empty, save for Moxley, their Core and a few chairs.

"You're pretty lucky to be with Tyler. I'll admit: I'm jealous."

"How is he?" Dean asked, sitting down on one of the chairs. The Core was sitting next to Moxley, the latter rubbing his back soothingly. His hands were covering his face and his elbows rested on the top of his knees, which were drawn as close as possible to his chest.

"Had a few troubles but nothing too serious. Told you I could take care of him as good as you can." Moxley looked up at him with a proud smirk on his face.

Dean smiled back at him. "Never doubted it," He ran a hand through the Core's dirty blonde hair. "You alright?"

The Core nodded as he answered, his voice muffled against the palm of his hands. "Mox wasn't too irritating this time. You with…uh…you with Seth?"

The blue-gray eyed alter bit the inside of his cheek. "Yeah, why?"

"He's….He's nice. He's a keeper, Dean."

Dean smiled knowingly, then remembered that Seth was driving him back to the hotel. They probably arrived already. He looked to Moxley. "Take care of him, okay? I need to get back."

"Sure, now get outta here. You're my only method to hang out with Tyler somehow. Don't blow it."

[Conscious world]

Dean stirred a little in his seat and Seth glanced at him to see if he was okay. The unstable man sat up in his seat, his neck twitching slightly again and he looked lost, looking around in the car and at the road before settling back in the passenger seat.

"You okay?" Seth asked, pulling up at the hotel parking lot. He turned the engine off but didn't exit the car just yet. Dean nodded, clutching at his head.

Man, entering his subconscious just to 'talk' to his alters were draining the hell out of him. It felt like a concussion but he kept hearing ringing in his ears along with it and he couldn't look at any bright light without being blind for a split second.

With shaky hands, Dean opened his door and stepped out, stumbling around before finally being able to walk. Seth walked around the car to help him get to the hotel lobby. Dean was so tired that he could fall asleep on any couch he lands on. But Seth had him lean against a wall while he got their keys to their rooms.

Dean studied the people in the lobby with them. Many of them were people he works with in the WWE while others were just strangers, some of which were going around asking for autographs or selfies.

The blonde was sure that no one would approach him, judging by how tired he looked. But unfortunately, one kid came up to him, holding up a digital camera.

"Wow, are you Dean Ambrose?" He said excitedly, as he looked up at the man with awe and adoration in his eyes. "I'm your biggest fan!"

"Really? Cool." Dean said with a forced smile. His legs felt like jelly and he could barely keep himself up. He really didn't have the energy to deal with fans right now. But Dean liked interacting with them, especially the young ones who insist that every one of them is his number one fans. He bent down and settled his hands on his knees to be on eye level with the kid.

"How old are you? What's your name?"

"My name's Joshua. I'm six years old and I wanna be just like you!"

Dean let out a humored scoff and he hoped that the kid didn't catch that as an insult. "Trust me: You don't wanna be like me. But keep….keep working hard and I promise that you'll be where I am today."

"You look tired," The kid pointed out. "Am I bothering you?"

"Not at all but I am pretty tired."

"Oh, okay. But can I take one picture with you? My friends won't believe that I met you if I don't take a picture."

The wrestler smiled and looked at the child's digital camera. "I can do you one better. You have a video setting on that thing, right?" He pointed at the camera and Joshua nodded. "Give it here."

The boy gave the camera to Dean with any hesitation and he watched as his idol turn the gadget on and set it on video. He focused the camera on him and the boy.

"Alright, say something to camera. Your friends are probably gonna watch this."

Joshua's eyes lit up. "Hey guys! I'm with Dean Ambrose right now. That's right, I finally met him in person! Told you I would."

Dean smiled at the kid's enthusiasm. "Yeah, whoever is telling him that he's lying, I will come get you. Joshua's a good kid and I can tell he's gonna be a great wrestling legend when he's older."

Without turning the camera off, Dean handed the camera back to the child and Joshua kept the camera focused on his idol for a while, thanking him, before walking away.

A/N: And that is where I stop the chapter because this was taking forever long. So, what do you guys think of Dean interacting with his fans? Is it cute? Is it OOC? Personally, I think it's cute. But we got to read more about Dean's alters and what they're like but more to come in Chapter 3. See you!