This is kind of based on a role play I did with AmbreignsAmbassador on tumblr. I don't own anything. Enjoy^^

After Seth's betrayal of the Shield, Dean was in shock. He didn't think someone he called a brother would attack him like that. Nearly two years they were in a group together, dominating the WWE and annihilating everything. All that time meant nothing to Seth. He easily threw them away, left him and Roman. He just couldn't believe it, yet someone else left him, abandoned him. Many people have betrayed him in his life, and Seth was another name to add to the list.

After being looked at by the trainers after the show, Dean and Roman went to their locker room, taking not that Seth's things were already gone. Dean quietly mumbled that he was going to the showers, not even acknowledging Roman's answer, or even if he decided to take one as well. He undressed, grabbed what he needed, and headed for the showers. He turned on the spray and just stood there, letting the water hit his face and run down his body. His mind soon wondered to his past, remembering everyone that has betrayed and abandoned him. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to push the memories back, but they continued to play. He held his head in his hands, falling to his knees as the memories continued to torture him. His breathing increased, he felt tears run down his face. He was losing to the memories, and losing badly. He soon started screaming, the memories being too much to bare. The memories were in so much control that Dean didn't hear footsteps follow him to the showers, or felt strong arms pull him into an embrace, or heard a deep voice trying to bring him back to reality. Soon, he felt something land on his lips. It felt like…a kiss? His eyes snapped open to see Roman kissing him. Dean's heart warmed up as he returned the kiss, eyes slowly closing, melting into the kiss. He was so thankful for Roman. Ever since they started dating, whenever Dean's memories took control of him like this, all it took was Roman to kiss and talk to him to calm him down and bring him back. He also felt guilty, for relying on Roman so much, feeling weak against his past. The kiss was slowly broken, leaving them both gasping for breath. Dean's eyes remained closed, still trapped. The kiss stops the memories, now he needs the voice to pull him from the darkness. He felt himself being pulled toward something…warm. He cries and pants into the warmth, hearing a distant voice call out to him,

"Come back to me."

"I'm here Dean. I'm right here. I got you."

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm never going to leave you."

"Please Dean, return to me."

Dean clung desperately to the voice, hearing it get louder and louder. It was bringing him back, like it always did.

"Dean, please, come back."

As soon as he heard that, his eyes popped open. He stared blankly at the shower tiles, catching his breath, collecting himself. He slowly lifted his head, tear-filled blue eyes meeting concerned gray ones.

"…Ro…" he sighed, noticing that Roman was still in his Shield gear.

"Everything's ok Dean." Roman said, pulling Dean even closer to him, "Everything is going to be alright."

Dean's arms went around Roman's neck, fingers gripping at his utility vest tightly, "Why Ro? Why…did he…"

"I don't know Dean. I really don't know."

Dean cried hard, burying his face in Roman's neck, clinging to him for dear life. "Don't leave Ro. Please, don't leave me!"

"I promise you, I'm not leaving you. I'm never going to abandon you."

Roman held Dean tighter, making a note in his head to kill Seth later. Seth knew of Dean's past, knew of his trust issues, and still did this to him. He ran his fingers through Dean's hair, trying to calm him. He could hear the sobs slowing down, the grip on his vest loosening slightly. When Dean eventually calmed down, he looked up, "I'm sorry…"

"It's alright." Roman cupped Dean's face in his hands, wiping the tears with his thumbs, "Come on, let's get you cleaned up and head back to the hotel. It's been a long day."

Dean nodded slowly, "…ok…"

Roman smiled, helping Dean to his feet. He turned the smaller man around so he was facing the spray. He took the shampoo and squirted some into his hands. He lathered it through short, dirty blonde hair, feeling his body rest against his own. He became worried when he heard Dean's shaky sobs once more.

"It's ok Dean. Everything's alright."

"Why…did he do it? Did I…do something wrong?"

Roman sighed sadly. He knew Dean often blamed himself for things. But this was far from his fault. "It's not your fault. It was never your fault."

He moved Dean to under the spray to rinse off, backing up to remove his own clothes. He pulled Dean back and applied conditioner, running his fingers through the smaller man's hair.

"It must be. It has to be." Dean whimpered. It has to be his fault, why else would Seth leave? Why else would he attack them they way he did? Those dark eyes, Dean never saw Seth look at him with those kind of eyes before. He felt Roman push him under the spray again to rinse. He could feel fresh tears roll down his face again.

"I'm sorry. It's all my fault this happened."

Roman practically growled and spun Dean around to face him. "Dean, listen to me." he hissed, "What Seth did tonight was not because of you. I honestly don't know what's going on with him, but I promise you that you're not the soul reason for what he did. It's not your fault, never has been and it never will be. Ok?"

"But Ro-" he was cut off when Roman's lips met his own. Their eyes slid shut simultaneously, lips molding into the kiss. Roman soon pulled away, seeing the tears coming from the closed blue eyes. He pulled Dean into a tight embrace, wondering what was going on in Dean's head.

"But nothing. It's not your fault." he said in a stern voice. "Come on, let's finish cleaning you up, alright?"

Dean's eyes fluttered open and looked directly into Roman's, seeing nothing but love and worry in those gray orbs. He nodded, watching Roman grab the washcloth and squeeze some body wash onto it.

"Turn around." he instructed. Dean followed without protest.

He sighed as he felt Roman massage his shoulders and his back, his large hands roaming his body. Dean's eyes slid shut, his body relaxing to the treatment. He gasped when he felt Roman's hand lightly massage his cock. His eyes snapped open, his breathing sped up, his body started to shake. Roman must have noticed something amiss, because Dean soon heard Roman's deep voice trying to ground him.

"It's ok. You're ok. It's me."

Dean looked over his shoulder, locking eyes with Roman. He slowly began to calm down, but Roman could see the fear that still played in Dean's eyes.

"You're ok Dean. I got you."

Dean smiled, "You always do Ro."