All the members of the Shield stood in the ring facing towards their boss Hunter, who stood with his sledgehammer balanced gracefully on his right shoulder, and Randy Orton. Out of the side of Dean's eye, he watched as a steel chair slammed into the broad back of Roman Reigns. The Samoan collapsed into the ropes, the bottom rope breaking his fall. Dean looked at Roman with wide eyes. There was only one person standing behind them and said person had a steel chair in hand. Seth.

Dean looked at Seth, connecting his gaze with the normally soft, caring brown eyes but now they were peaking through two-toned hair with a cold expression. Dean's thoughts jumbled in his head as he tried to register what was happening. He turned his head, once again looking at Roman, forcing himself to make sure that what he was witnessing was actually happening. Then it hit him full force. Seth was betraying the Shield, and that meant only one thing. He was also betraying Dean.

"What the-" Dean yelled, walking towards Seth as the steel chair connected with Dean's stomach. Dean let out a groan as his stomach twisted in pain. He hunched over and wrapped his arms around his midsection, breathing heavily. A scream escaped Dean's throat as Seth slammed the chair into the dirty blonde's back. The impact caused Dean to fall face first into the canvas. Roman stirred, moving from the ropes, and making his way towards Dean. Seth once again hit Roman in the back with the steel before adding a few more hits to Dean. Seth turned and threw the chair. As the chair impacted with the ground, he left the ring.

The two-toned haired male looked to Hunter. The COO stood with a smirk on his face. He clapped Seth on the back and the three started to walk up the ramp. Seth didn't bother even listening to the crowd boo at him. Seth took a deep breath as he turned and looked back into the ring. His eyes settled momentarily on Dean. Dean was barely moving. He watched as Roman and Dean took ahold of each other's hands. They were speaking something to each other but Seth couldn't figure out what what they were saying. Seth looked away and walked backstage with Hunter and Randy.

Dean and Roman slowly got up. Dean was too his knees when his eyes welled up with tears. He looked down at the canvas, not wanting to look at the fans. Roman was on one knee as he placed his hand softly on Dean's injured shoulder. Dean peaked through his water soaked hair. "Let's go." The Samoan whispered. The two left the ring as quickly as their battered bodies would allow them to. The only thing on Dean's mind was attacking Seth. His blood boiled with anger. As they went through the curtain, Dean pushed away from Roman and started screaming for Seth.

The other superstars and divas quickly got out of the Lunatic Fringe's way. They knew not the mess with Dean when he was pissed. He tore his way through the backstage before he finally decided to go the Shield's lockerroom. He threw the door open, not caring as it collided with the cement wall with a loud bang. He walked over to his bags and stripped himself of his clothes. He switched into street clothes, already making up his mind that he would shower at the hotel. He gathered all of his belongings and reached into Seth's back knowing exactly where the Architect kept the car keys. He smiled to himself as he closed his hand over the keys, and with his other hand he grabbed his bags and left the room.

He walked out of the building, and headed for his rental. Unlocking the car, and popping the trunk, he tossed his stuff lazily into it and closed the trunk lid with just enough force for it to latch. Tossing the keys back and forth in his hands, he walked to the front driver's seat and hopped in. He slid the key into the ignition and turned the engine over. He buckled himself in before he put the car into reverse and pulled out of the parking spot. He switched the car into drive and drove out of the parking lot. He was kinda glad that he and Seth drove to the arena today from the hotel instead of riding on one of the buses. Since he left early, he didn't have to deal with the heavy traffic of leaving fans. He pulled out on the highway and started to drive towards the Bradstone Hotel.

He reached over and clicked the button for the radio to come on. He smiled to himself as the familiar song, "Livin' On A Prayer" by Bon Jovi came on. He hummed quietly and tapped the steering wheel to the beat of the song. It didn't seem long before Dean was pulling into the hotel's parking lot. He parked the car, turned it off and pulled out the key. He opened the door and got out. He popped the trunk open, grabbed his stuff, and closed it once again. He walked over to the side door, fishing in his bag for his key card and slid it into the lock. The light above the lock turned from red to green with a beep and the dirty blonde pulled open the door. He threw his bags over his good shoulder and walked to the elevator. He pressed the button with the UP arrow, it immediately glowing, and he waited impatiently for the elevator to come. The hall was silent other then the sound of the dings from the elevator as it passed by the other floors.

Dean's phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out. He went into his messages. He clicked the message and it read: Dean where are you? We need to talk. -Seth. Dean growled and shoved his phone back into his pocket. The elevator finally opened and Dean stormed in. He pressed the third floor button and leaned against the elevator wall. As soon as the ding sounded, Dean slipped out of the still opening elevator doors and went to room 331. He slid his keycard in and pushed it open as the light went green. He dropped his bags on the floor at the end of the bed and fell on his back onto the soft hotel bed. His phone once again vibrated and he looked at the messages. They were all from Seth.

babe, its not what you think. please text or call me.

Dean, baby, answer me.

Where are you?! Dean please. Talk to me.

Dean just rolled his eyes. It was going to take more then simple text messages for Dean to talk to Seth again. A knock on the door caught Dean's attention. He crawled from the bed and went to the door. He looked through the peephole and a smile broke out on the lunatic's face. He opened the door and immediately a small body was wrapped around his legs. He looked down at the smiling face of his son. Silas Andrew Ambrose-Rollins had bright azure blue eyes that glittered with innocence with a head of curly light brown hair. Dean leaned down, ignoring the pain in his back, and picked up the small four year old. He looked to the woman at the door and smiled. Stephanie McMahon stood with a small smile.

"Thanks for watching Silas for me Stephanie." Dean said, smiling softly as Silas leaned his head tiredly on his injured shoulder. Silas lazily wrapped his little arms around his father's neck as Stephanie and Dean exchanged words.

"Anytime Dean, Silas is good to have around. I'll see you tomorrow Dean," she paused and looked at Silas, running her fingers through Silas' brunette curls. "Goodnight Silas."

"Say goodnight to Steph." Dean whispered, placing a kiss on his four year old's head.

"Goodnight Miss Stephanie." Silas muttered, the tone of his voice hinting to Dean that Silas was worn out. The four year old waved to Stephanie as the Billion Dollar Princess turned to leave. Dean used his free hand to close the door behind him. He walked over to the second bed and gently placed Silas on the bed. Making sure Silas was comforted, Dean walked over to Silas' luggage and pulled out a pair of pajamas. He turned and noticed that Silas already had his eyes closed. Stephanie must have let Silas watch RAW that night. The dirty blonde pulled Silas' day clothes off and switched them to his sleepwear. He threw the dirty clothes aside and pulled the blanket to Silas' chin, tucking him in and kissing his forehead gently as he carded his fingers through Silas' curls.

"Night baby." Dean whispered as he pulled his lips away from the child's forehead. The wrestler quietly walked from the room.

"Daddy, did Papa hurt you?" Silas' voice was almost inaudible but Dean heard it. It confirmed Dean's suspicions.

"Yes, Silas." For the first time since Seth's betrayal, Dean admitted that he was hurt by the events that happened earlier that night. "Go to sleep now. It's time for bed." Dean said, before going into the bathroom. He switched the shower on hot and sighed as the room quickly started to fill with steam. He stripped out of the clothes and looked at himself in the mirror. He locked his gaze with his own ultramarine eyes that were looking back at him from within the mirror. A glint of gold caught his eye and he looked down at it. Hanging from his neck on a thin black rope was Dean's engagement band. A string pulled in his chest and he closed his eyes. He yanked the rope off of his neck and set it on the counter. He got into the shower and took a deep breath as the hot water pounded onto his tanned skin. His skin quickly started to turn red from the heat, but Dean didn't care. He was used to the heat. Dean grabbed one of his bottles of shampoo and squirted enough in his hair to lather it nicely. The soap rolled down his shoulders as he put his head underneath the spray. He scrubbed at his scalp, rinsing out all of the shampoo. He fetched the conditioner and repeated the cycle.

He didn't even notice as tears filled his eyes. He let out a loud sob and fell to his knees. "Damn you, Seth!" He exclaimed as he punched the bottom of the tub. The tears fell from his eyes and he quickly wiped them away. He took in deep breaths between sobs to attempt to calm himself down. He reached up, turned off the water, and pushed himself off the floor. He grabbed a towel and towel dried himself before wrapping it around his waist. He stepped out of the shower and walked to the mirror. He used his hand to wipe away the water residue. He sighed at the look of his puffy, red eyes. He sniffled as he looked away and opened the door. He walked out and went straight to his suitcase. He pulled out plaid pajama pants, a fresh pair of boxer briefs, and a plain white t-shirt. He slipped them on and used his towel to dry his hair. He threw the towel back into the bathroom and flipped off the light.

He laid down onto the bed, grabbed the remote, and surfed a couple channels before finally deciding on Scooby Doo Cyber Chase. He placed the remote down by his phone and rolled over in the bed. The dirty blonde pulled the blanket up to his face and snuggled into the bed. It was different not laying in bed with Seth by him. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift off into sleep.

The hotel room door cracked open, almost soundlessly, and Seth came in quietly. He came further into the room, shutting the door behind him, and sighed happily as he realized his fianceè and son were still in the room. He placed his bags softly on the floor, making sure not to make noise as he did so. Seth grabbed out a pair basketball shorts and changed from his street clothes into nothing but his shorts. He pulled the ponytail from his hair and ran his hand through the two-toned hair. He tip-toed over to the bed and slid under the covers by Dean. He placed his arm around Dean's waist, and smiled as Dean shifted in his sleep and cuddled into him. Seth already knew he was going to get shit tomorrow for the shit he pulled tonight, but right now he just wanted Dean in his arms. He placed his head directly behind Dean's and smelled the strawberry fragerance from Dean's shampoo. He sighed softly and allowed himself to fall asleep.

The Next Morning

Dean's eyes fluttered open as he started to wake up. He froze as realization came to him. He could feel the heat from Seth's body on his. He peered over his shoulder and saw Seth's arm tossed over his waist. He slipped out of, gently enough that he didn't wake Seth up. As much as Dean wished he could sock Seth in the face right then, he wouldn't with Silas in the room. Dean crept through the room quietly, gathering up all of his and Silas' stuff from the room and the bathroom. He got everything packed and into their suitcases without making a noise. He changed his clothes, slipped his shoes on, and grabbed his keys and phone. He toyed with the rope in his hand and walked back over to the bed and set the ring on the pillow that he once occupied.

Dean moved over to the side of Silas' bed. He gently shook the four year old awake. "Silas, baby, wake up." He whispered softly. Silas groaned quietly and turned to his back. Without waiting for Silas to say anything, Dean picked him up and settled him on his hip. He soundless walked over to his bags and gathered them up in his free hand. Making he way from the room, he closed the door quietly and walked to the elevator. He made his way out of the building, to the car, and unlocked it. The dirty blonde gently placed the sleeping child into the back and buckled him in. He closed the door and placed the bags into the trunk. As he closed it, he took one last look at the hotel and blinked back the tears that had come to his eyes. He walked around the car, hopped it, turned over the engine, and left the hotel parking lot.

Author's Note- I decided that I wanted to rewrite my original story so hang on with me. I'm still going to keep using their ringnames as their real names in this since it's easier for me. xxx This is posted on ao3 under my account onedirectionymcmb.