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What the hell happened?
"What happened in the room, Dean?" Roman looked at Dean, random little cuts scattered on his face and a large cut on the side of his head which was probably why he had blacked out.
Dean's eyes stared at Roman a little confused, so he clarified. "There were shards all over the place.. And blood." He paused, "Who was with you?"
Dean lowered his gaze then turned his head to face Roman again. He was still trying to figure out how'd he get there, as far as he could make up he had been found laying over the pieces of glass, meaning he'd dreamt the rest he remembered.
"Bray." He simply uttered. Roman tensed.
What would Bray possibly want now? It had been a long time since they'd stopped being a stable/team on the ring plus he was alone too. But then again, Bray didn't really need reasons to attack anyone unless...
"Do you know why did he attack you?"
Dean stared at the figure that walked towards the door, his two toned hair laying loosely over his shoulders and even if he was still far from him, Dean could tell he hadn't slept.
Dean shook his head in response.
"Could it be..?"
"Probably." Dean muttered, throwing his head back on the pillow since he was on a sitting position. He had just woke up and his body was screaming at him, he didn't need to talk about this now.
"Hey, look who's awake. How are you feeling?" Seth asked as he walked in with two hot coffees in his hand, taking a seat on the chair next to Roman and handing him his cup of coffee. They probably had taken more than one cup of coffee, Dean thought as he noticed the bags low under their eyes.
"Okay, my head hurts though." He answered, rubbing his head with the heel of his hand.
Seth took a glance at the clock on his wrist, frowning inwardly as they needed to leave already, hoping Dean would be okay in this hospital. After the last time he couldn't trust hospitals anymore.
"We gotta go, Dean. Your phone's on your table next to you if anything happens just call us, alright?" Seth said standing up, pulling his shirt to straighten it. Roman nodded in agreement.
"Be careful." Roman finally said before closing the door behind him.
"I will, and you better come back as soon as you can." Dean said, narrowing his eyes almost as if threatening them.
The door closed with a click and silence fell all over the place.
•••••
"Yes, you're free to go." The doctor said, a sympathetic smile on her face.
"Damn, that's a huge cut." Seth pointed out, grimacing as he brushed his fingers over the stitches underneath Dean's hair. But even if his messy hair covered it, the redness and the metallic color shone under the sunlight. Dean let out a groan, moving his head to the side away from Seth's curious fingers.
"Have you seen those idiots lately?" Dean wondered, he'd been unable to sleep last night, not only did his head pounded like it shoved against glass over and over but his mind roamed through all the possible reasons of Bray's attack. He didn't have any reason to, it had been months since his last meeting with him.
"Not really. It has been so quiet it's scary." Roman chuckled, putting Dean's things on the back of his car.
Roman turned on the car and took on the street. As far as Dean knew today was their day off, so they could try to enjoy their time without having to visit a cold hospital.
"Where are we going?" Dean inquired as they passed next to the hotel they were staying in.
"Just to relax a little, get a couple of drinks." Seth answered for Roman, a smirk traced on his lips.
•—A few drinks later—•
"I'm just really glad we can share a moment like this again." Dean said, his speech beginning to sound slurred.
Roman smiled at the comment.
"I really wouldn't have thought that we'd ever go back to being a team again." He paused, entwining his own fingers as he laid his forearms on the table. "I guess we can't get mad at our little brother." He said, a playful smirk on his face.
"I'm sorry I thought you were behind my kidnapping. I'm still struggling with that.." Roman commented before gulping down his shot.
"It's fine, really." Seth waved him off, his eyes wondering if he was still okay after the kidnap. He just couldn't have imagined that the Authority could go so far. This wasn't sane anymore.
Roman met Seth's brown wondering eyes for a second before speaking. He knew it was better to talk it off than to keep it inside until it destroyed him.
"It was awful.. And I just wanted to know how did I end up being there for a month.. There was no logic reason, and all the human contact I had was with those assholes. I kept losing faith about my freedom with each day. I even began to feel like they weren't so bad when the beatings ceased." He sighed, and he felt like he'd liberated things locked inside of him when he exhaled.
"But you're fine now. And we've got your back, let's just not allow them to get to us. To get between us. I promise you they're gonna pay." Dean spoke now, his hand giving Roman's shoulder a light squeeze.
"It's good you decided to talk. I worried about you would keep it inside, and that's never something you would want to do. You've got to let go so you can heal and beat the shit outta the people who hurts you." Dean finished, a smirk forming at the corner of his lips.
As the conversation transformed into random jokes that were hardly funny, but anything was funny as their state worsened and their conscience failed to process information correctly, Dean decided to also try to find a reason behind Bray's attack.
"I seriously don't know what is Bray on, why would he attack me? He promised me he'd be back for me.." He trailed off, staring at the last sip of beer on his glass. He thought a lot about it and nothing seemed a strong reason for it to happen.
Roman shook his head as he failed to think of anything, and Seth licked his dry lips. He had heard something about Bray weeks ago and he hadn't remembered until Dean mentioned it again.
"I heard it must have been because of Triple H.." Seth explained. He wasn't fully sure but coming from Hunter it wouldn't be strange.
"That bastard.." Dean grunted, slamming his empty bottle against the table. He was sick and tired of these senseless games, if he wanted to fix his ego he should just get another match with them and face them like a man instead of sending his servants to do his dirty job and finally being the winner without even sweating.
So if Hunter refused to face them like men would, he'd force him to face them like a man would and it isn't going to end until one of them surrenders and Dean knew it would be Hunter. He's done of living under his commands.
"It's time to pay Hunter a visit he'll never forget." Dean smiled.
"What the fuck is your problem?" Hunter roars as Roman shoves him against a wall.
After the couple of drinks from last night and feeling how they'd gotten back to being a synchronized team, they decided on creating a plan. Surprising Hunter with no chance of him calling anybody for help.
•••••
"No talking." Roman groaned back, hitting his abdomen making him bent down in pain. Flashing a satisfied smile to his brothers.
This had to settle this crap for once. If he had a problem with them then he could face them like a man and with a small possibility of talking it out, but maybe not today. Today their fists and boots would do the talking.
Dean grinned as he held Hunter, he was barely moving, he was given the honor of being the last strike Hunter would take before their formal end. He threw himself backwards, hitting his back with something in the way but it washed away when he took Hunter's weight off of him. Straightening his hoodie he stared to Hunter's figure, all that was left intact were his shoes, his pants torn as he got thrown back and forth in the small hallway inside the arena.
Roman's howl filled the air, Seth barking orders as he and Dean held Hunter's dead weight, making him stand up just to lay his legs over Roman's shoulders. Just as the thud of Hunter's body crashing against a few tables and other stuff they hadn't cared about taking away, they heard someone calling for Triple H. Stephanie.
"Hunter! We have to get to the ring."
And when she turned to the corridor they had already left her to deal with the last pieces of Triple H.
"Hunter?! Hunter come on wake up." She cried, shaking him by his shoulders. She softly laid her hand on his cheek, red smearing on her fingers.
"Hunter, please!" She said, her voice raising. Stephanie laid beside him on her knees, and fumbled in her purse to get her phone. Then she saw black.
For a second she thought she had blacked out, until her hands gripped so tight she heard a crack and something wrapping them tight against her flesh making her impossible to twist or move her hands.
"Don't worry about Hunter, I'm sure he'll be fine. If I were you I'd worry about myself." Dean whispered in her ear, pulling her to stand on her feet by the wire carving on her delicate hands. Roman threw her above his shoulder and exited the building through the backdoor.
A/N: first of all, I'd like to thank everyone who has reviewed, it really means a lot. Hopefully this cleared any doubts that came up from the last chapter. Thank you for reading! Reviews are appreciated.