Collab fic 3
"Of all the people you could be with, whyRandy?" Dean struggled to sound supportive but that was much harder than he realized. "I mean-I'm sure he's great but why?"
"Why not?" Seth stared up from the text he was sending.
"You're totally a rebound." Dean has seen this before. He could recognize the signs. "Randy’s just using you to get over Bobby." He hated to be cruel but he wanted what was best for Seth.
If he couldn't have Seth, he could at least make sure he was taken care of.
Dean had wanted to be with Seth for as long as he could remember. There was something about their energy together that Dean can't put his finger on. Seth doesn't seem to see it that way. Because of this, Dean settled for taking care of Seth from a distance.
"You're just protective. It isn't like that," Seth said, glaring in Dean's general direction. "I appreciate it though."
Dean stifled a frustrated growl. He knew he couldn't protect Seth from all the shit life was likely to throw at him. He just had a special contempt for Randy Orton.
"It's your life, man." Dean threw his arms up. "I wish you both many happy years."
"Thanks for your vote of confidence." Seth muttered, glaring fully at Dean.
It wasn't that Dean didn't want Seth to be happy. That was far from accurate. He wanted Seth happy and with someone not likely to break his heart. Was that really so much to ask for?
It felt like Dean had been there through it all. The good days. The bad days. The dates where Seth was sure he’d found forever. The dates that left them both shaking their heads.
Dean was convinced he was broken. Seth was perfect. That was partially why he had never considered even trying to date Seth. He didn’t think he was good enough.
“Dean, please be happy for me,” Seth pleaded. “You and I both know how rough it was for me when Finn left me.”
It killed Dean but he nodded, hoping his smile seemed real.
The pounding on the room door woke Dean out of a sound sleep. Muttering swear words, he flipped out of bed and pulled on the first semi-clean outfit he found. The knocking grew steadily louder.
“Coming!” Dean shouted, walking towards the door. “This better be good.” He flung the door open. He winced as the door flew back and smacked into the wall. Its loud thud echoed through the hall. It baffled Dean that no one seemed to wake up.
Seth stood in front of him. He wrung his hands together and shuffled from foot to foot. Dean knew this wasn’t a sign of anything good. The second the door is opened, Seth pushed past him, almost knocking Dean into the wall.
Dean stopped. He wanted to complain or scold or say anything to acknowledge Seth's rude behavior. He didn't allow himself the luxury. Something about Seth didn't seem right.
"What's wrong?" he asked, facing Seth. He took a second to blearily rub the sleep out of his eyes. "I mean- unless you're just here to say hello." He winced, knowing he sounded more sarcastic than he had originally intended.
If Seth chose to come visit in the middle of the night, it meant something was seriously wrong.
"Got into a fight with Randy." Seth inhaled and exhaled rapidly. He only grew more agitated as he spoke to Dean.
Surprise, surprise. Dean thought, massaging his temples. Now, do I get the chance to say I told you so?
Dean winced again, surprised by how bitter he sounded. He really was glad Seth trusted him enough to visit when all hell was breaking loose.
He also just really disliked Randy Orton.
"Are you okay?" Dean asked, finding a half full bottle of lukewarm water. He opened the cap, took a long sip and offered the bottle to Seth. "Wish I had something stronger."
"Don't need strong right now. Might be tempted to hunt down a glorious one." Seth took a small sip of water and began to pace. "I'm pissed. I found him talking to his ex."
What are you? Sixteen? Dean thought, unsure of why this was a problem. I talk to almost all of my exes.
"Don't give me that look," Seth snarled, continuing to pace. "These weren't friend texts, if you catch my drift."
Well, that explains why he's so pissed. Dean thought, settling down to watch Seth pace. I knew he was scum.
"How bad?" Dean asked, curious. He didn't mean to be nosy but he wanted to know exactly where his best was coming from.
"Oh, we were screaming at each other. This wasn't a small fight." Seth kept pacing, handing the water bottle back to Dean when he passed the chair. "It got so heated that I chose just to leave."
Dean finished the bottle of water, using it as a