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Seth had only read the name on his screen, but it could only be awful. They had just kicked the hell out of his "soldiers" and couldn't expect anything else.
'So, I heard your dear, Dean needs surgery...' He read.
The next words on the message had struck fear within his soul. His hands were trembling, he could feel as the adrenaline had taken over his body.
As fast as he could, Seth pulled his bag over his shoulder, and left. Only turning his head to check if Roman was okay. He was shaking the doctor's hand, he supposed it was over and he had to avoid Roman from knowing anything.
"There you are, Seth!" Triple H greeted. "I knew you'd come back. I've expected you." He said, a mischievous smile playing along his lips.
Seth stood in front of him, barely moving as he listened to Triple H barking things at him.
"You didn't need to go and do that. 'You' forced me to do it." He yelled for the last time that night. "You're like a son to me, Seth. I want the best for you." He finished as he served himself a cup of coffee.
Seth groaned inwardly as Triple H spoke. He felt tired of it. He was too naïve to think that separating from the Authority was going to be easy, but this was something he'd never thought of. This was plain evil, now he knew Triple H could be the real devil, and he'd sold his soul to him. He was damned.
Or was he?
Beeping sounds could be heard in the distance, his head felt light as he began to regain conscience. His eyes opened and he stared at the wall in front of him, there was a door and a chair with a bag over it.
"Hey, Dean. Good morning." Roman said, his voice sounded husky. He'd just woke up as well.
Dean's eyes inspected the room for any signs of the two-tone haired man.
"Where's Seth?" He inquired, his expression turned serious.
"Well, he's gone. After I got checked and looked for him, he was already gone. I don't know what happened. I tried calling him but he won't answer." Roman announced. His grey eyes filled with concern.
Dean knew this wasn't normal. Seth wouldn't just leave. Something had to have happened.
"Have you seen my phone?" Desperation could be heard in every word as they escaped his lips. He'd just reunited with his best friend, why shouldn't he?
"Uh.. I think it's in the drawer. Yeah! Here, take it." Said Roman as he handed Dean his cellphone.
Dean furiously began looking for Seth's contact, and messaged him.
'Hey, Seth' Short. But he knew what he was doing.
'Dean, my brother.' Seth replied briefly after.
"What? Is he talking to you?" Roman inquired as he got beside Dean to read what he was typing.
'I went shopping, Dean. Don't worry'
"Yeah, he's with Triple H. He's in his house. He said we could try to pick up. He'll tell us when though." Dean translated each message. Seth and him had made up messages in case Triple H kidnapped them and forced to send the other hate messages or simply for communication.
'What did you buy?' Dean sent the message as he finished explaining the origin of these messages.
"You think Triple H would be that evil?" Seth asked, sipping his vodka as he looked at Dean.
"You don't? I like to think I can sense danger easily, and this is what I sense from him." Dean nodded, he always knew he could sense danger. The way he got raised like could have made him develop the ability.
"Then, we can somehow make up code words to let the other know we're kidnapped or something!" Seth laughed, half-joking half serious. He had noticed that sensitivity from Dean, it was like a hunting dog.
"That's actually a great idea!" Dean exclaimed, holding on to Seth as he almost fell from his chair. He always drank more than Seth.
"What if they're simple short messages? Like you know I'll never just message you just to greet you, that should mean, something happened.." Dean said trying to sound as serious as possible.
"If I say the word friend it'll mean I'm with Triple H, and if it's friends with an S then it's Stephanie." Seth agreed, adding more nonsense to the conversation. Little did they know it was going to come in handy one day.
'I bought liquor' Seth answered making Dean groan.
"We can't get to Seth." Dean informed Roman. His eyes looking colder than usual, he'd barely had Seth back when he was already taken away from the two.
"Damn Hunter." Roman grunted, clenching his teeth.
"We'll have to wait until he gets released tomorrow at the arena." Dean said looking down at his hands, that's when he remembered he'd just got out of surgery.
"Well you'll have to. I'll probably be out for a while." Dean spoke, his words tasting sour. He hated being injured, specially now that Seth needed him, needed them.
Dean took a deep breath before exhaling it slowly, trying to clear his mind.
"You'll help me kick his butt soon enough, Dean. Don't worry. I'll try to help him as much as I can on my own." Roman assured Dean, he could tell he was slowly getting anxious. Dean nodded in return.
"Go get some sleep, man. You look terrible." Dean chuckled as he did a face. Roman smiled.
"Sure, I'll go now. And I'll try to come back as soon as I'm allowed to. If you know anything about Seth, call me, alright?" Reigns ordered as he exited the room when Dean nodded.
"We'll be watching you, Seth. Don't get close to Roman or you know what's going to happen." Stephanie threatened. Seth nodded.
Stephanie paced through the room, thinking. Her heels ticking on the floor were annoying Seth.
"Disrespectful brat." She said between her teeth, then slapped Seth as hard as she could. Seth felt as his cheek turned red, stinging like ice burning his skin.
Seth walked out his room, grunting. Wearing his wrestling gear. As he was heading towards the gorilla position, he felt a hand pulling him from the way.
"Seth, it's me Roman." Said one of Seth's brothers, moving his hand from Seth's mouth.
"What happened?" He asked barely above a whisper.
"Hunter sent me a message, telling me that if I didn't go back in fifteen minutes he'd leave Dean paralyzed. He knew Doctor Cook. They're friends." Seth explained, watching his friend's grey eyes widen in terror.
"That's so low of him." Roman shook his head.
"How's Dean?" Seth fiddled with his fingers as he waited for the answer.
"He's alright. Pissed about being injured." Roman answered, slightly smiling. Both men knew Dean always hated injuries but it seemed that the more he complained the faster he recuperated.
"Well, we'll figure out how to get me out of this. For now I mustn't be seen with any of you. And if it happens we can only be arguing or beating each other up." Seth added, hurrying outside.
"Alright. We sure will, I'll ask Dean for ideas. See ya." Roman said as he tried to get out after Seth.
"How're you feeling, Mr. Ambrose?" Dr. Cook inquired, bringing a plate with what was supposed to be Dean's breakfast.
"Better. Just that I can't really move, it hurts a lot." Dean winced as he tried to accommodate a bit.
"You'll be fine soon. I'll ask the nurse to bring you painkillers, that'll help for now." He smiled as he placed his food on the wood table in front of Dean.
"Thank you, Dr. Cook. Do you know when will I be able to leave?" Dean spoke as he tried to open a plate with food in it.
"I'll let you know when you're allowed to leave." Dean saw how the doctor's smile changed, maybe it was something in his voice. But he knew something was off.
"Alright then." Dean simply said. Taking a bite from a sandwich he just got out from the plate.
"Excuse me." The doctor bowed before leaving.
A nurse was already outside of Dean's room, and Dr. Cook proceeded to whisper instructions on her ear.
"Inject him the double lethal dosis." He coldly commanded.
Her eyes widened.
"But he'll fall into a comatose state!" She exclaimed, audible only for him.
He simply smirked before returning his way to another room.
What was going to happen to Dean?
A/N: this one is quite silly now that I read it, but well. Hope you guys think it's decent at least. I appreciate so much all of your reviews and messages, please feel free to mention any mistakes or things you think need to get fixed. thank you so much for reading!