61. Chapter 61

When Seth arrived home, he saw Dean on the couch and assumed that he was asleep. He took a shower to relax and wash the long day away. As he was wrapping a towel around his body, Dean leaned in the door and spoke. It startled Seth who thought his boyfriend was sleeping.

"Why'd you let me sleep in?" Ambrose was angry.

"I tried waking you up over and over." Rollins wished that Dean would back off. Instead he came into the bathroom, blocking the door.

"So you just let me miss work. Awesome," He said loudly, sarcastically. "That's fucking great, Seth."

"You were impossible to wake so I had no choice. I went on in and left you here."

"And you didn't fucking think of telling Roman that I was sick? You just let him wonder and then he called here." He was glaring at Seth, his rage obvious.

"I'm not your parent. I'm your boyfriend. I didn't sign on to take care of you like you're a kid." Rollins was angry in his own right now. Still, he moved back a step when Ambrose walked towards him. He had no idea what dangerous, frightening thing Dean had done to his system but that he was on some kind of trip was plain to see.

"You screwed me over. Fucking Don screwed me over. That bitch Reby screwed me over." He grabbed Seth's throat in a surprisingly fast motion. "Why are you all trying to fuck me over?" He began to yell. "Why are you people aways fucking with me? Why can't you just leave me alone?" He was right in Seth's face now and still holding onto the brunette's throat. He hadn't put pressure on and seemed to just be trying to intimidate … it was working. "You're so mean to me," His tone was much softer now. "Why do you want me to hurt?" He was staring into Seth's eyes. Rollins was completely confused as seemingly sweet Dean kissed him hard on the lips. The blond's fingers found each side of Seth's face and held him, kissing him desperately and quietly crying. Rollins just had no ability to be angry at a tearful Dean and wrapped his arms around his partner's back, returning the kiss.

"So fucking sick of this." Ambrose had let go of Seth and let his forehead rest on the brunette's shoulder. "Sick of feeling like shit and sick of people not giving a fuck – you not giving a fuck." He pulled away and his face shone with tears. He shook his head slowly. "You don't give a fuck." With absolutely no warning, Ambrose slapped Seth hard across the face, knocking him off balance and sending him to the floor. In the tight space, his head hit the wall and he was cursing.

"Fuck you, Dean! Get the fuck out! Get out!" Rollins jaw was fine. It did sting but it had been an open-handed strike. But hitting the wall with his head had hurt plenty. He watched Dean walk out calmly as if he'd never hit him.

Rollins emerged slowly from the bathroom to see Dean seated on the couch, a beer in hand. He looked up when Seth went by on his way to the bedroom. "Seth?" He called. "Seth? Have sex with me." He laughed very quietly and quite insanely. He was in the door, following his partner, "Hey. Have sex with me."

"Fuck off." Rollins slipped into fresh boxer-briefs.

"No, not fuck off – fuck me." Ambrose laughed again. "Please. Please. Please. I need it. Come on, you kinda owe me after screwing me over and leaving me home from work. So just, come on, give it up. Let me have that fucking hot ass." It was obvious from his tone that Dean was becoming a bit more aggressive with each passing second. "Seth! Do it!"

The brunette was shaking inside but smiled as pleasantly as possible. "Okay baby. I just need to lay my things out for work tomorrow, okay?"

Ambrose looked as if he were suspicious of Seth but settled down. "Okay."

Rollins who never laid things out for work was dealing with a Dean who didn't seem to even compute that and he grabbed a t-shirt and jeans, fresh socks and his steel-toe boots and lay them on the end of the couch by his keys. "There. All ready, okay?"

"Yeah," Dean was absent again, staring off into space. "Now, what? Ready? Are we going out, Seth?"

"No, you wanted to go to bed." Rollins was near screaming dealing with this insanity.

"Oh yeah, yeah. To bed with you." He smiled wickedly. "Yeah, I need to fuck you. Yeah." He slipped inside the bedroom and begin stripping his clothes off. He called for Seth and became very alert when he heard the front door softly close.

Rollins had already jumped into the Camry, wearing only his briefs and tossing the rest of his clothing into the passenger seat. Ambrose was out the door right behind him, dressed in only jeans that were unbuttoned and running to Seth's car. Rollins accelerated in reverse and quickly put the car into Drive. Dean had reached the car and hit the passenger window several times. A spray of glass showered Seth as it broke under the angry punches of his boyfriend but he kept going and left a bleeding, cursing Dean behind.

62. Chapter 62

"I don't really even drink tea," A still wet-haired Seth said crying.

"She knows a lot about healing," Thomas told the upset young man. "Drink the tea. It makes you calm." Lillian held out the chamomile tea and even held the cup a bit as a shaking Seth took a sip of the hot liquid. It even tasted calming and he got a better hold on the cup.

"It's going to be fine," Lillian told Seth softly and put an arm around his shoulder. Thomas sat on the other side of him, patting his back.

After leaving Dean behind, Seth had pulled over and dressed and gone straight to the Ambrose house. He couldn't do this alone anymore. Seth hadn't wanted to tell the Ambroses about Dean's problem but he had to share this burden and ask for help.

Thomas was devastated but didn't seem surprised. He knew that his grandson had been raised around drugs and had no real parenting. And the boy obviously had a wild streak. "I was afraid he'd go down that road with the way Caroline was. He must have, at least, some of her addictive personality. She was never violent though." Seth had shared with them about the violence in a very limited way.

"I don't know what to do anymore," Rollins was finally letting go and crying as Lillian kept an arm tight around his shoulder. Thomas stroked Seth's arm and wept as well. These people were treating Seth like family and that made him hurt for his own.

"You should sleep," Lillian told him. "You can sleep in one of the guest rooms."

"Yes, you need to rest." Thomas was helping Seth to his feet. He was so tired and weak. Stress was overwhelming him. "We'll talk about this in the morning."

"But Dean, he was cut and he's high. I have to go back." Seth reached for his keys.

"No, you aren't going back there tonight." Thomas pulled the keys away. "I'll go."

Rollins had argued with Thomas for a while but saw that same determination in the man's eyes that he'd seen many times in Dean's. They were the same blue-grey color as his grandfather's as well.

_At the houseboat_

Thomas knocked on the door and finally heard Dean stomping to it. "Why did you leave?" He was yelling as he opened it. He seem to sober up for a moment at the sight of his grandfather. "Oh. Um, what do you need?"

Right away, Thomas noticed dried blood on Dean's hand and arm. "You're cut. Are you okay?" He reached for Dean who jerked back.

"Shit, this is nothing. I've been worse."

"You should at least wash the blood off." He looked at his grandson with concern. "Let me come in, Deano. Talk to me."

"Yeah, okay." The younger Ambrose moved aside and allowed Thomas to come in.

"I really wish you'd clean that wound up. Let's at least look at it." He walked Dean to the sink and turned it on. "Come on." He pumped antibacterial soap into Dean's hand and was relieved when his grandson began washing the blood away.

"I might as well get used to this. The rate I'm going, Don's gonna fire me and I'll end up in light tube and barbwire matches.*

"No, you won't get fired. You don't have to quit doing something you love." He touched his grandson on the shoulder. "But you have to stop taking drugs."

Dean

showed a side of himself to Thomas the he hid quite well from Seth. He dried his now clean arm and saw the wounds were not very deep and turned to his grandfather. "I can't." He let tears fall. "I can't." The older Ambrose who was tall like Dean pulled his grandson close and stroked his hair as the blond cried on his shoulder.

"We're going to get you help. Will you go to rehab?"

_*To actually see Moxley/Ambrose in light tube and barbwire matches lol, search "Jon Moxley CZW" _or "Jon Moxley TOD" on YouTube._ _It's pretty fun but of course if blood bothers you, stay away._