Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Rated: M
Warning(s): Slash, Threesome, Kidnapping, Threats, Considered Self-Harm, Possible Non-Con, etc.

When Dean arrived back at the hotel room, he wasn't surprised to find that Roman wasn't there. In fact, he didn't expect Roman to return that night at all. Roman needed time to sort this out for himself. Dean had planted the seed in his mind. He had tried his very best to convince him that it wasn't his fault that Seth had left – but he couldn't make Roman believe him. When it came down to it, Roman was a man that was set in his ways. He'd see what he wanted to.

But if Dean was to be totally honest, he would also have to admit that he felt Roman was being a little bit selfish as well. Dean saw where he was coming from and, whether Roman wanted to believe it or not, he understood it as well. Dean also blamed himself for this. He felt like he had pushed Seth too hard, hadn't asked the right questions at the right times. Maybe if he had tried a little harder to find out why Seth was so upset, he'd still be with them.

His stomach rolled at the very thought of it. Seth was their baby. They both loved him so much, that it was incredibly difficult to focus all of that love into words. Without him, Dean and Roman couldn't reconcile their immense differences and they would… they would all collapse under the weight of their own self-hatred. It sounded rather drastic, sure, but that was the only other way that he could see this resolved.

Slowly, Dean started to peel off his clothes. He really didn't feel too hot. He tossed them in the general direction of his suitcase, not really caring if they made it in or not. He was still a little cold from the impromptu shower that he had taken with Roman, so he wanted to take another bath before he went to bed. Alone. He was the only one in the hotel room – Seth wasn't coming back and Roman, well, he didn't know where Roman was.

It almost seemed instinctual to take his switchblade out of the suitcase and take it into the en-suite bathroom with him. He took it everywhere, just as a little extra precaution. It was part of the reason they took a tour bus instead of bothering with the airport. But with the switch on his person, he felt a little bit safer. Felt like he could protect Seth better. Not that Seth needed to be protected anymore. Seth didn't want them anymore. He hated them.

He chuckled blandly, his eyes dark and lifeless, as he filled the bathtub with ice cold water. It filled quickly, the sound of the water against the porcelain like drums on the battlefield. In a sense, that was what this was. A battle. Only, this was a battle inside of his head. His conscious mind versus his subconscious mind, where all of the monsters from the past and future lurked. It was a nightmare in there. And the nightmare was winning.

Once the bathtub was full, he turned off the water and climbed in. He was barely able to suppress a shiver as the cold water enveloped him in an icy embrace. He almost felt as if he would puke, but his stomach held. And then his lifeless eyes fell on the switchblade in his hand. Wouldn't it be so much easier if he could just end it, here and now? He wouldn't have to think about how he failed Seth anymore. He wouldn't have to see how broken Roman was.

But he couldn't do it. His hand tightened around the handle of the blade, constricting until his knuckles turned white, but he couldn't bring himself to cut himself. And so he let the blade fall into the water, watching as little bubbles swam to the surface. Laughter, almost as lifeless as his eyes, filled the air. It almost seemed fitting that he was still bleeding from his earlier encounter with Roman. Then, the laughter died away. And there was nothing…

"Are you scared of me, you little fucker?" The man howled, slashing the blade through the air. It came dangerously close to Seth's neck, missing by only a small fraction of an inch.

Seth swallowed hard. "Yes. Yes, sir, I'm very scared of you." He ducked out of the way as another swipe of the knife nearly sliced his cheek. Instead, it cut off the ends of a few hairs.

"Take your punishment like a man, you little bitch! If you run from me, it'll only make it worse!" He screamed. However, Seth knew better. If he 'took his punishment', he would die.

"Please…" Seth keened. The man, finally tired of Seth's squirming, tossed the knife through the air. It impaled the wall just above Seth's head, but not before grazing his scalp just enough to make it bleed.

When thin lines of blood ran down Seth's face, staining his alabaster skin, it finally dawned on him just how grave the danger was. Without thinking, he threw his body forward and knocked into the bigger man just enough to knock him off balance. That provided just enough of a distraction for him to take his arm and swing it between the man's legs, hitting him where the sun doesn't shine. A monstrous howl filled the air and the man went down like a lead zeppelin.

Seth bounced off of the bed and ran. His bare feet were sliced open on the broken bits of the oriental lamp, but he didn't care. He knew that this was his only chance to escape and he needed to take advantage of it. In the background, the man clutched his crotch as he fell amidst the bloody shards, howling in pain as that multiplied his own misery tenfold. Seth refrained from smiling. This wasn't the time to be rejoicing yet.

He made it all the way to the door before realizing that his captor had locked it from both the inside and the out. The key was around a chain on his neck, which also held the key for his chest of toys. It was part of the torture that Seth was forced to endure. Knowing that there was no way he could go back and retrieve the key, not now, he had no choice but to wait for the man to come to his senses and come to him. That didn't take long.

"Oh, kiddo, let me tell you… that little ass of yours? It's mine." The predatory growl caused shivers to chase down Seth's spine and he moved backward until his back was firmly pressed to the door.

"Please… Please don't hurt me. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to…" Oh, yeah. Lying would really help him out in a situation like this. No, lying was exactly the sort of thing that would get him killed right about now.

"You expect me to believe that?" The man, in is infuriated frenzy, yanked the knife from the wall with little difficulty.

"Please… Please don't kill me. Please!" Seth started screaming. Screaming for anyone that might hear him.

"Why should I listen to a word out of your fucking mouth? I'd rather make it bleed." He hissed.

"I'll do anything that you want. Anything at all. I'll let you fuck me after every match. I'll let you beat me. I'll let you bruise me. Whatever you want. Just please, please God, don't kill me. Please." Seth rambled.

The man's devilish smirk was illuminated in the moonlit room. "I don't believe you."

Without further hesitation, the man threw himself at Seth. Seth screamed, ducking out of the way with barely enough time to save his own skin. The man charged head-first into the door, knocking it off of its hinges and lodging the handle of the knife into his ribcage, cracking two ribs. Seth watched as the door came down with a thud that seemed to reverberate a million times over in the silence. Was this the chance of freedom that he so craved?

Not wasting another minute, he climbed over the man's body and raced down the hall. He didn't wait for the elevator, deciding instead to take the stairs. They were faster and safer. Phil's hotel room was on the second floor, and that was his destination. He needed to go to someone and tell them about this. He needed someone else to know that he was okay, but not really okay, and that there was a crazy man that still wanted his ass so that he could skin it alive.

But he never made it that far. Just as he reached the second floor, the sound of gunfire lit up the darkened hotel in the middle of the night…