That night, Seth returned to his hotel room, which he shared with Dean, quite late. He spent a couple of hours watching college football with Roman. It was something they often did, but Dean rarely joined them. He wasn't that keen on it. He also didn't spend his youth playing football like Roman. Moreover, he had better things to do. He hoped to spend the night, or at least some part of it, with Renee. That plan fell apart, tough.
When Seth entered the room, he found Dean inside, moving from side to side. Seth saw that he was on the phone. "Really? We didn't?" he was saying, but Seth knew too little to understand what the conversation was about. Dean didn't notice immediately that his roommate came back and he no longer had the privacy that he considered necessary for the call. "I guess you have a point." Dean kept talking. He was not facing Seth and he seemed pretty focused on the discussion; therefore he still believed he was there alone. Only when Seth purposely coughed, Dean went quiet and turned around to see the ninja. "I've gotta go," he quickly wanted to end the call. "But thanks. . . . Yeah, I'll let you know," he finished.
"Hey, buddy," Dean tried to play it casual.
"What are you doing here?" Seth surprised him with his question.
Dean was pretty tired. To such an irrational question, Dean would normally offer some sarcastic comment, but this time he didn't feel like joking. He would appreciate if Seth made it clear what he meant, so he gave him chance to explain himself. But honestly, he didn't expect to get an explanation. He kind of got used to people saying or doing something and then not explaining why. He was in that situation earlier that night. So when Seth didn't seem to be about to make a point, Dean just took off his clothes and lied down on the bed.
Meanwhile, Seth kept standing on the same spot. He hasn't moved. He was too busy trying to figure out what was going on. Absent look on his face expressed his confusion. It didn't make sense to him. "Why are you here?" he asked again.
"Because I live here, idiot," Dean responded briefly, and then went on to pretend he was sleeping. "Goodnight," he said quietly first and turned his nightstand lamp off.
Seth walked toward his own bed, which was right next to Dean's, and sat down, looking consistently on Dean. He turned the lamp back on, which didn't please Dean.
"It's late," Dean murmured in his deep voice. "Either say what you want from me, or let me sleep," he informed Seth about his options. In fact, only one option was acceptable, but he made it look like he gave Seth a choice.
"I found this," Seth started explaining and took a Shield mask out of his pocket.
Dean, lying on his belly, turned his head to the right and opened one eye. His brain refused to comprehend. "I didn't know you lost it," Dean spoke to the pillow, but somehow Seth understood him anyway.
"This is not mine." Seth's voice got louder. He wanted Dean to pay attention to him, but he wasn't willing to.
"Mhm," Dean recognized what he was saying, but he didn't even try to pretend to be concerned.
"Is it yours?" Seth asked suspiciously.
"No," Dean responded after a few seconds of silence, in which he basically forgot Seth's question. He just wanted to have a break, get some sleep, so that he could wake up without circles under his eyes. Both of them needed to wake up early, so it was also in Seth's best interest to skip the boring talk and enjoy the soft bed instead.
"I found it in front of Renee's room." Seth finally gave him some information that interested him. Although Seth hoped for a more appropriate reaction, Dean at least actually started to pay attention. Not much, but it was an improvement.
"Thanks, man," Dean said and basically admitted it was his, indeed. Then he grabbed the mask and put it under the pillow. He didn't want to make a big deal out of it, unlike Seth who wanted to hear every detail.
"So will you finally tell me why you are here and not there with her?" he demanded.
"Nah." Dean turned his head to the other side in hope to make Seth realize he didn't want to talk, but Seth would not give up that easily.
He accepted that Dean was trying to make his stop caring, but that wouldn't make him shut up. He kept asking. "What happened?" He automatically assumed that something important took place in that room. It was undeniable that Dean was with Renee that night. But why was his mask outside? When Seth found it, when he was walking by and spotted it lying on the floor, he believed that Dean was inside. That was why he didn't bother knocking; he wanted to give them some privacy and ask the following morning. But when he walked inside his and Dean's hotel room, he was surprised to see Dean. He certainly didn't expect him to be there.
But what did he know? He had plenty of questions on his mind that needed to be answered. Otherwise, he wouldn't be calm enough to fall asleep. He was ready to bother Dean all night, until he reveals to him what happened that night between him and Renee. He would even splash cold water over Dean just to wake him up, if that was what it took to get the answers. "Did you two sleep together?" Seth asked carefully. There was no response, though. A long silence followed. Then Seth came to a sudden realization. "Wait . . . Are you still with Cassie?" The last time he talked to Dean about this stuff, he was still dating her. That was a while ago, but he had no new information. He had nothing to build his assumptions on. "I hope you didn't cheat on her."
The fact that Seth was still talking really annoyed Dean. He was seriously trying to fall asleep, but with Seth in his detective mood it was impossible. For a moment, he wished he was sharing room with Roman instead. Roman wouldn't bother him so much, that was for sure. But the fact was Seth was the one he was sharing the room with. There was nothing that could be done about it at the moment. Dean had to find a way to make him shut up. He tried to ignore him, but that didn't seem to help. Therefore, in an attempt to get rid of him, he turned around one more time, looked at Seth and clearly stated, "No, we broke up. Now go to sleep."
"Did you sleep with Renee?" Seth asked again, this time more insistently.
"Jesus, Seth," Dean exclaimed. "Just let it go," he begged.
"Are you two together?" he ignored his wishes completely.
"No," Dean said quietly. "It's not that simple." Dean's confused and worryingly-sounded tone seemed to finally have made Seth stop posing questions which Dean didn't mean to answer anyway. Seth was curious, now even more, but he correctly assumed that the conversation was evidently leading nowhere; thus it was pointless. Moreover, he started to think that it didn't go very well with Renee. His good mood left him. He went to bed, but before closing his eyes, he had one more question to ask.
"Are you okay?" Of course, the typical answer would be yeah, sure, or something like that, no matter how the person really felt. In this case, Seth hoped for an actual answer. If something went wrong, indeed, he was there for Dean. He was there for Renee as well. If they needed his help, he would do anything he could. If Dean wanted to have an actual conversation about the problems, which seemed to exist, Seth didn't care it was almost 3 a.m., he was there for his friend, 24/7.
"I actually am," Dean said. He seemed to really mean it. It was a little strange considering the situation he found himself in, but he really seemed to be full of hope. "Now go to sleep, or I swear to God I'm never sharing a room with you again."