FYI: I probably won't upload often in the next two weeks or so because of the exams, but I'll try to post at least 2 or 3 chapters a week.
A strange sound woke Seth up. He couldn't identify it. It sounded like a moaning or whining; in a way it reminded him of cat's yowling. But how would a cat get inside his room? At first he thought he heard that sound in his dream but he was certainly awake now and he kept hearing it. Seth opened his eyes in annoyance. He was determined to find out what wouldn't let him sleep.
At the same time, it was raining. Yet the sound of rainfall and of the drops hitting the window was calming. Something that couldn't be said about that other noise. But before Seth could identify the source of it, it stopped. He was going to forget about it and go back to sleep. He turned to the other side and adjusted the pillow underneath his head. He closed his eyes to return to his beautiful, adventurous dream of zombie apocalypse, but the sound more annoying than those before prevented him from falling asleep. This one didn't take long to analyze; Seth's first and correct guess was the nails on the wall. He abruptly turned on the light and sat up to face the cause of his awaking.
"What the fuck is going on?" he shrieked.
He saw Dean on the other bed throwing his limbs around and kicking away the blanket, which soon ended on the floor. Dean didn't reach for it. Ignoring Seth completely, he returned to making annoying sounds; it was clear to Seth that it had been him the whole time. Seth wondered what was wrong. Was Dean in pain? Was something hurting him? Seth was mad at him for being such a pain in the ass, but maybe there was a reason behind his strange behavior, and he didn't actually intend to wake Seth up.
"Are you okay?" Seth worried.
Finally Dean stopped and turned to Seth. He looked at him in silence, then proceeded to pick up the duvet and lay on his back again. Only then he started talking. In a rather whining voice he said, "No. . . . I don't know. . . . It's just . . . I feel . . ." He didn't even seem to attempt at explaining to Seth what was going on. But he sounded more confused that he really was. Dean looked up at the ceiling. The he let out a loud, disturbing scream, which could easily wake the whole floor.
"Are you crazy? Shut up!" Seth ordered him. His demand was understandable since it was middle of the night and he didn't want people to come and knock on their door to be quiet. "It's . . ." He checked the time before continuing, "3 in the morning." He sighed. Now he really was angry. "People want to sleep, I," he emphasized, "want to sleep. So unless you're dying, calm down." He himself tried to calm down because that adrenaline rush caused by Dean's sudden outcry wouldn't allow him to go back to sleep.
Dean appeared to have accepted Seth's demands, but, just to make sure, Seth kept an eye on him for a moment. Then he lay down again and turned off the light. He hoped it to be over. But even he doubted that was the end of it.
First, there was Dean's heel hitting the bed more and more urgently, and then his fist started hitting the wall. "It's gone," Dean complained. "It's like there's this emptiness inside of me." He returned to silence, but not for long. "It's the end of an era." It sounded as if he just realized that.
"It's been three days!" Seth shouted at him when he finally realized what this was all about.
"It was with me all the time. And now it's gone."
"Some of us lost the title half a year ago. It's not a big deal; you'll get over it. You'll get used to it."
"I miss it." He seemingly ignored Seth's remarks. "I miss being a champion. I miss walking around with my belt. Those were good times," he daydreamed.
"Really? You seem to have forgotten about the reality of your reign pretty quickly. And should I remind you your dealing with the belt? How you threw it over the barricade and then left it there for me to land on it?"
"Good times," Dean said again, and Seth wasn't sure if he was even listening to him.
At the moment Dean appeared to be pretty peaceful so Seth advised him, "Now go back to sleep. If you wanna cry more about it, wait 'til morning."
Again, Dean ignored Seth and continued whining, "And how disrespectful it was of Sheamus to throw a party to celebrate his victory." Seth wanted to explain to Dean that he was the one who was being disrespectful and totally ignorant of others right now, but he knew him well enough to know it wouldn't change anything. Dean went on, "And, seriously, how could he expect me to show up? It would be like coming to one's own funeral."
"That's usually not necessary," Seth showed him the absurdity of his comparison.
"But you went there, traitor. How was it?" Finally Dean actually invited Seth to join in the conversation, although Seth would prefer if there was no conversation at all. He was aware of the fact that he had to wake up early, and he wished Dean would realize this too.
"It was okay." He considered that to be sufficient answer as he refused to go into detail and waste more time, which could be better spent sleeping.
"Renee was there too, wasn't she?"
In any other circumstances, Seth would try to benefit from Dean opening this topic and ask about their relationship. They kept hiding the truth away from him, but he didn't mean to give up until they tell what was really going on. Unfortunately, right now he was too tired and his brain wasn't set on thinking about this issue. Seth didn't even answer Dean's question. Nor did he need to; Dean had already made himself a list of all the "traitors" attending the party.
Seth's eyes were closing without him realizing it. He even thought he may have fallen asleep again; such a sweet escape from Dean's talking. But he soon became aware of the irritating reality. And to make things worse Dean grabbed his phone and was about to make a call. A bright light from his phone reflected on the ceiling and Seth could not ignore it. Seth had no idea who was Dean trying to reach on the phone, but at this ungodly hour he would probably not succeed anyway. And if he did, it gave Seth some freedom. He was so tired that it didn't matter to him if there was too much light in the room or that Dean was talking. Moreover, it was still raining outside. None of that was important to Seth. He was sure he would fall asleep anyway.
"Did I wake you up?"
Dean seeming succeeded in his call, and he suddenly changed into a sweet, gentle guy who was far from the annoying one Seth had to deal with just a minute ago. But Seth didn't care anymore. He was determined to get his sleep. Next time, though, he would not tolerate Dean's crazy, unpredictable mood when there is other possibility. If Renee is Dean's girlfriend now, what appears to be true, they could share a room. Seth was coming up with a plan while being only half-awake. It would make things much easier. It would certainly make Seth's life easier. He wouldn't have a problem finding somebody else to live with while travelling, and, more importantly, he wouldn't have to put so much effort into fighting the urge to shout at Dean to get out. Suddenly this new relationship seemed to have brought not only joy to Dean and Renee's lives but to Seth's as well.