Chapter 5

Monday came agonizingly slow for Dean. The rest of the week he just moped around, not finding anything interesting enough to do. He tried going to the gym on multiple occasions, but just found himself hiking through the Mojave Desert alone. He just couldn't be near people at this time. Dean stopped thinking about the rest of his week as he boarded a plane to Seattle for RAW. He didn't know how things were going to be between him and Roman, but now that he had simmered down, he'd hoped that they could talk on a more mutual level this time.

Roman on the other hand didn't really worry all too much as the week went by. He was worried in the beginning, but it all faded away once he had some quality time with his family. He'd gone to the gym, went out to dinner with his wife, and just did the usual. Of course he thought about Dean from time to time, but other than that, he was alright. It didn't really get to him until he was walking into the arena, and spotted Ambrose. Dean didn't notice Roman at all, since he was relatively far away down the backstage hallway. Dean was sitting on top of one of the cargo chests, almost hiding on it. Roman watched him for a few minutes from afar, studying the man. Dean seemed unsettled, looked like he was whispering to himself, rocking back and forth slightly. His elbows met with his knees as he cradled his head between his hands. To say the least, he was a mess. It truly hurt Roman, in fact it devastated him. Roman sighed and turned the other way, seeking another way to his locker room.

RAW had been on air for almost an hour now, Roman and Dean cutting their different promos in and out of the ring for their respected enemies. It was only until they both were informed that the main event tonight was a tag-team match against the Wyatt Family... together. Now they were being forced to speak. Roman knew the last thing he and Dean both wanted, was for this to get out of hand, and show itself on live tv. Roman needed to find Dean before the night was over.

Dean sat in catering by himself, munching on some crackers he found on the table. Not really paying attention to the monitor with the current match being displayed, he was just kind of... There. Not really existing to other people around him, since they know better not to mess with Ambrose when he's upset. He was going to sit in here until his match with Roman was next. God he didn't want to go out there anymore tonight, especially by Roman's side.

Speaking of the devil...

Roman walked through the door to catering, greeting all of his friends and grabbing a paper plate to over load it with food. Roman noticed Dean but didn't really show any reaction to seeing him. Dean noticed that he didn't even bother to look concerned or worried, he just looked normal. Now becoming angry and a little hurt, Ambrose stood up, threw his plate away, and headed out the back catering door into the maze of endless backstage hallways. Rome noticed Dean heading out the door, and nearly threw his plate down. He was going to sit and talk with him, but Dean must of had other plans. Roman quickly followed Dean and watched him storm down the hallway.

".. Dean! Wait up!" He shouted as he hustled up to Ambrose, who kept walking and didn't even bother to acknowledge his existence. "Dean! Hey! Will you answer me?... Dean-!" Having enough of Roman breathing down his neck, Ambrose threw himself around and yanked Roman into a nearby custodian closet. He slammed Roman up against the door with his forearm to his neck, holding him in place.

"Why the fuck do you want to talk to me? Don't you hate me now? I told you it'd just be easier if you would just not contact me anymore.." Dean paused, and in that moment since he let his guard down thinking about the potential disconnection between them, Rome switched the positions, throwing Dean against the door, the side of his face smashing into it. Curling one arm behind Dean and the other holding his hand above his head, Dean was ready to protest but realized the current position they were in. Only then did Roman notice how close they were, even how close the bottom half of both of them were to each other and that he in fact was the one holding Ambrose down now. He wanted to let go, to discuss this whole thing with Dean since Roman wasn't angry, but the current position they were in just made him freeze. He couldn't move away from it, couldn't hide from it. He tried to speak, tried to tell Dean to calm down, but Ambrose was already calm.. or seduced. With the way Roman was holding him against this door just made the whole feeling in the tiny closet go from anger to... very obvious sexual tension. They stayed like this for a few seconds until Dean slowly turned around, still under Roman's grasp now face to face and quite close considering the fact that their noses were almost touching.

Roman's mind went a mile a minute trying to understand what was happening in this moment. He was in quite the predicament with Dean right now. He still couldn't move, his hands, eyes and everything else were glued to Dean, as if he was pulling him in. He stared into Ambrose's eyes trying to figure out what the hell was going on but before he knew it, Dean was slowly inching closer and closer to his mouth. Roman noticed his movement but still couldn't budge, maybe because he's so shocked about the situation unfolding before him or because there's something deep inside of him that wants this, wants Dean. Dean's lip slightly grazed Roman's and instantly, both men felt something. What that 'something' is, is just unexplainable but immediately Dean pressed his lips fully onto Rome's, wanting more of that something. Dean kissed him more firmly now, trying to also understand how the hell this was happening or better yet, how Roman was letting it happen. As soon as that thought crossed his mind, he felt everything disappear. Roman's lips, his grasp, his body heat, everything. Dean opened his eyes to see a face of fear plastered on Roman. Rome couldn't believe what had just happened and stormed out of the closet, leaving Dean in there alone... That moment rendered both men speechless, which was opposite of what they wanted. They were supposed to talk it out, not dig this hole deeper. To top off this whole night so far, they still had their tag-team match tonight... And it was next.