Dean woke up during the night having troubles sleeping in a home with other people living with him it was different but he defiantly like it here than at the Rehabilitation centre. He liked how he has his own privacy when he sleeps or is in a room alone.. he was so used to having people watch him during the night, making sure he wouldn't do anything to cause trouble but he didn't have to worry about that anymore. Dean got out of bed as he put on his ripped jeans, not even going to bother putting on a shirt, showing off his muscles and stomach. For a 19 year old he has a fit body that someone could die to have..

He grabbed the candle holder that was already lit up before walking out of the room quietly closing his door shut. He turned left and right to see if anyone would be awake but luckily both sides were dark, and no one is around. Dean quietly made his way down the stairs as he was looking at the paintings on the walls with each steps he takes. The paintings were old but very well done. As he went down the stairs he looked around the house making sure no one would be up, but still no one was in sight so he was safe from being caught by staying awake during the night. Dean furrowed his eyebrows when he saw a door that he hasn't been in since his arrival.

The young curious man slowly walked to the door placing the palm of his hand on the handle opening it slowly, peeking his head through to see what was inside. He sees a book shelve with books, a desk with a computer on it, and some couches around the fireplace that was still going. This must be a studying area, he thought.

He walked inside the room closing the door, but leaving only a few inches open in case he hears anyone coming. Dean looked around the room, making his way to thedesk that had a lot of paper work from Roman's job. He looked over and smirked when he sees a picture of Roman and his wife before placing the candle holder on the desk as he runs his finger tips on the picture and took a deep breath.

Dean grabbed the picture tightly in his hand before walking to the fireplace where he sees more pictures of Roman and his wife, flowers and small statues. He looked up at his at reflection in the mirror that was above the fireplace starting to growl and then made a "Ahh" sound. Dean crotched down by the fireplace looking at the picture again before he place a soft kiss on the picture where Roman was in the picture and then slowly place the picture on the cement wall of the fireplace, slamming down the picture until the glass had a huge crack on it Dean smirked as he stood up on his feet looking at the other stuff that were place nicely on the fireplace.

Roman and his wife laid in bed talking about what they are going to do for Dean and his future. "What's Dean going to be doing for a job?" She asks. Roman taps his chin and thinks "Well, I can see if he can come be an intern at my company and see how that goes, he can fax things and copy. I think it would be good for him too." He smiles.

His wife rolls her eyes and smiles "Babe, you read my mind. I think that would be good that he works for you. At least that way here you can keep him occupied and out of trouble."

"Well, I'm glad we thought alike and agree what he should do. And who knows, maybe this will give me a chance to bond with him. He needs like a big brother/father figure in his life even if he's 19. We'll make it work." Roman smiles and kisses his wife. His wife pulls back when she heard a sound coming from downstairs and then looks at him. "Did you hear something downstairs?" She furrows her eyebrows. "No, maybe it's just the wind. Tomorrow morning I'll go look and see what's going on okay? no worries sweetheart."

With that both of the married couple cuddled up with each other, and both fell asleep.

Meanwhile with Dean...

Dean sat on the couch, reading one of the books that he picked out of the book shelve, ripping some of the pages and then stuffing them in his pocket. He shot his head up when he heard a person walking in the room he was in. It was a older man who just got home from who knows where and looked at Dean with a confused look on his face. "Evening. Mr. Reigns is in bed unless you want to talk to the young boy here." Dean smiled at the older man.

"Young boy?" The older man walked over standing in front of Dean looking down at him "Who sent you here? Who the hell are you?" Dean furrowed his eyebrows at the man "I would ask you the same question expect I be more polite" The man calmed his tone and said "I'm Mr. Walters and this is my house you are apparently staying in without any permission by me" Dean's jaw drop slightly and nodded "Ah" before walking out of the room he grab his shirt, jacket and shoes on quickly putting it on him and was rushed to the front door, going into the rain. Not even going to bother on telling Roman where he was going...

Mr. Walters rushed into the room that Roman and his wife was in, opening the door quickly making both of the couples stood up looking both of the father of Roman's wife. "What are you doing?" Roman asked as he rubbed his eyes.

"You never told me that you were going to invite some young boy living with us in this house!"

Roman explained to Mr. Walters "Dean will staying with us. He was in a rehabilitation centre since he was sixteen. We were going to tell you about it first thing the morning but I never expected you would come home so early." Mr. Walters looked at Roman with anger and finally asks, "What is he like? I mean, he's going to be living with us for a while correct? I'd like to know what he's like." as he rubs his temples. Roman looks at him "Ask him yourself. You just talked to him, the least you could've done was sit down and ask him about himself." He laid down and tried to fall back asleep. Before Mr. Walters left the room he finally spoke one last time before he leaves the room "For your information Mr. Reigns, he has left the house"

Roman jumped up, starting to panic and shouted "What!" He rushed to get his shoes on along with his jacket and ran down the stairs and into the night screaming, "Dean! Dean come back!" He goes into his car and drives around all night until he sees a familiar figure sitting on the swings at the park. Roman parks his car and gets out, running over to Dean. "Oh thank God you're alright!" He hugs Dean but Dean didn't even bother hugging back but instead he got up and walked back to the car, taking a seat in the passengers side. Roman turned up the heat for them to warm up as the rain drops pour down off of their clothes and hair. "I don't know what that bastard was thinking" Dean raised his eyebrows while looking at him "It's his house.."

"Yes I know. But don't worry we will get you settle in without any more problems, got it?" Roman looks over at Dean who didn't say anything but taking a deep breath with an anger look on his face. "Got it?" Again there was no response coming from him. "Ok fine. I take that as a yes."

As Roman continues to drive both him and Dean back to the house...

Dean rolled his eyes shaking his head as he looked over at the rain drops coming down the window as he trace down with his finger on the window with every rain drop comes pouring down, letting out a sigh.

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