A/N: Hey guys, This is my first ever Shield fic so let me know what you think, should I continue it? I've got it all planned out in my head but I don't know if anyone would be interested in reading it. If you want me to continue to see what happens please let me know in the reviews, I'm really looking forward to writing this but if nobody's going to read it then it's pointless hehe :)

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Seth groaned in frustration as he heard his hotel room door slam shut. He'd hoped he could just take a shower and crawl into bed, but with Dean in the mood he was there was no chance of that happening. He was tired of arguing with his friend, and as of late that's all they'd been doing. Every little thing about him seemed to get on Deans nerves, and Seth didn't know how they had refrained from hurting each other so far.

Looking over at his roommate he could tell Dean had showered back at the arena. His hair was damp but he smelt fresh, and he had his street clothes on. Seth himself had decided not to stick around and had grabbed a ride back with Punk. He was already stripped down to his pants and was almost ready to head into the bathroom but the look on Deans face told him he wasn't going anywhere soon.

"What the hell is your problem Seth?" Dean almost screamed at him. Seth was beyond confused. He hadn't said jack shit to the guy all night, what made Dean think he had a problem?

"I said what the fuck is your problem?" he repeated, seeming to work himself up with every word.

"Look Dean, I don't know what the hell-"He was abruptly cut off by Dean once again screaming at him. Nothing he was saying was making sense.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about Seth! I saw you out there, strutting your stuff like you're better than me. Trying to show off with every fucking move, like you're some sort of wrestling God. And after the show you didn't stick around, you just took off. What's the matter Seth? You too good for me now? You think you're too good to hang out with me anymore? Is that it Seth?"

"You're fucking crazy if you think that's true. I didn't stick around because I didn't want you to cause another fucking scene in front of everyone! I'm tired of arguing with you Dean, so I'm not going to. You can do whatever the hell you want, I'm gonna take a shower." Seth turned and tried to walk away, but Dean's hand shot out and gripped his arm rather painfully.

"You aint going anywhere princess. Not till I show you who the real boss is. You think you're better than me? I'm about to show you who the 'best in the world' really is." The tone of Deans voice sent shivers down the younger mans spine as frightened brown eyes turned to see an almost predatory smirk forming on Deans face. Before Seth had a chance to do anything Dean was on him like fire, shoving him down and twisting his arms behind his back. Seth face contorted in pain as Dean twisted a little too far. But all thoughts of pain left his mind as Dean whispered in his ear.

"Now princess, here's what's going to happen. I'm going to fuck you like the dirty little slut everyone knows you are, and there's not a damn thing you can do to stop me. But, I'm gonna give you a choice, you can either lay there and let me fuck you dry, and God knows I'd love to hear you scream as I pound that tight little ass till you bleed," The grin was back, punctuated by Deans hips grinding against Seth's ass, his dick already getting hard "or you can be a good little bitch and use that pretty little mouth to get my dick all nice and wet. And hell if you do as good a job as I know you could, I might even prep you. So, what's it gonna be princess? "

Seth's heart stopped for a moment as the words echoed in his head. Sure his friend was a bit crazy, always had been, but Dean wasn't capable of something like this was he? But the tone of his voice and the continuous grinding of his hips made realisation hit Seth hard. Dean wasn't joking. And Seth couldn't help but scream.