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

Seth blinked slowly, awakened from his delirious stupor by the sound of the hotel room door slamming shut. He was back. "I thought that you said you had business to take care of…" he slurred, the side of his mouth swollen.

"That's none of your concern." The man retorted haughtily. But when he nonchalantly rubbed his blood-covered hands on his slacks, Seth knew that it was his problem. "I'm gonna take a shower. Don't move."

"It's not like I could go anywhere, even if I wanted to." Seth mumbled sadly. His entire body was unbelievably sore and he was too weak to yank down his arms from where they were handcuffed to a thin wooden rod above the bed.

"What did you say there, princess?" He turned around, flecks of dried blood on his face. It made Seth's stomach turn to look at him… in fact, he was rather disgusted with himself.

"Nothing. I didn't say a word." As if to emphasize his point, he turned away from his captor and focused his attention out of the dank window. Both knew that it was a lie, but neither felt comfortable enough to break that newly formed silence.

The man stared at him for a moment longer, before he shook his head and continued on his way into the bathroom. Confident in the fact that Seth was securely bound to the bed, he even locked the door. That was his first mistake. Once Seth heard the comforting slush of the water, he started to shift his weight. He might have been too weak to yank down his arms, but he could certainly use his entire body to even out the odds. His heart nearly stopped when the stick snapped.

He was free. He was finally free, damn it. And now that that stick had snapped, he didn't know what to do with himself. How could he ever go back to Dean and Roman? Why would they want someone as damaged as him? Questions such as these swirled about in his head, but nevertheless, he knew that he had to get out of that hotel room. If he didn't leave soon, the man would come out of the shower and all of his hard work would be for nothing.

Tumbling off of the bed, he reached into the man's suitcase and took one of the knives and a few smaller weapons, wanting to arm himself – just in case. Stuffing them into his back pocket, he made a beeline for the door. The shower was still running, he still had time. But it still made him nervous, that three minute lapse between the bed and the door. And then finally, he reached the door. Unlocking it with a careful steadiness he didn't think he possessed, he opened the door and ran out into the hallway.

He took the staircase, not wanting to waste time with the elevator. Dean and Roman's room was on the second floor. By the time he had cleared the staircase, he knew that the man wasn't following him. Finding the room number, A-213, he rushed over to it and slammed his fist onto the wooden door repeatedly. It only took a minute for Dean to answer. As soon as the door was opened, Seth thrust himself into his ex-lover's arms, just wanting to feel his warmth once more.

"Seth?" Dean stumbled back, not wrapping his arms around Seth to return the embrace.

"Yeah. Yeah, it's me. It's Seth." Seth rambled on, desperate to make Dean believe that he was real, to reassure the brunette that he wasn't a twisted projection of his overactive imagination.

Dean shoved him off, almost forcing him back out the door. "Don't touch me." He didn't yell it, just stated it plainly. "What the hell are you doing here, Seth? I thought you found some other guy to shove his dick up your ass."

"W-What?" Seth stuttered. How could Dean think such a thing? Did Roman think that too?

"You heard me the first time. I don't see why I should repeat myself." Dean hissed.

Seth blinked back a few tears, remembering the brutal abuse that he had endured. And this was exactly what he had feared. "Dean… Dean… how could you ever think that I would do that? I've never been unfaithful before!"

"There's a first time for everything." Dean muttered.

Seth wanted to sob, but he couldn't do it. "Please, don't say that." And then, "Are you bleeding, Dean?"

Dean looked down, noticing the blood dribbling down from the wound on his arm. It stood in stark contrast with the white of his skin, making it all the more noticeable, even in the dark of the room. Seth reached for it, wanting to make it better for his master – falling back into the routine that was so easy for him to believe in, a routine that was safe for him. It made him feel loved and cared for. But Dean yanked his arm back. Apparently, he didn't want to love and support Seth right now.

Dean wandered into the hotel room, taking one of the complimentary towels and wrapping it around his arm, sopping up the blood. He shot a cursory look back at Seth, telling him that he could either come in now or could walk away – but not expect to be welcomed back. Seth didn't feel too welcome right now, truth be told. But he did come in. He came in and carefully sat down at the foot of the bed, ignoring the bloody knife he could see in the bathroom sink…

"You want to tell me why you're here?" Dean asked. He still made no move to close the distance between them. But now, he had a glass of whiskey in hand. "'Cause I have a hard time believing that you just dropped out of the sky."

"I didn't." Seth swallowed hard. "I was in the hotel. I've always been in the hotel."

"So you and your lover-boy have been fucking down the hall? That's wonderful." Dean finished off his drink in one swallow.

"He r… He ra…" Seth looked away and swallowed hard once more. "I think that he might have hurt Roman."

"Who? Your lover?" Dean asked. Seth had little choice but to refer to him as such. "And why would he want to hurt Roman? It takes a lot of energy to hurt Roman. Energy that could be easily expended elsewhere."

Seth stared into Dean's eyes. "Because he was obviously mistaken in the idea that you two would fight for me. He saw Roman as the greater challenge. He came back with blood on him and I'm… I'm scared."

Dean rolled his eyes, getting himself more whiskey. "Oh, what a shame. Poor Sethie is scared."

"I don't appreciate you not taking me seriously." Seth said.

"And what am I supposed to say, Seth? I'm sorry about your trouble in paradise? It was nice seeing you? Don't let the door hit you on the way out?" Dean asked.

"You know what? If that's how you feel, I'll find Roman myself." Seth climbed off the bed and rushed back out the door, but not before turning back to face Dean. "And just so you know, I would never hurt you like that. I just couldn't do it."

And then he left.