Moving On

Numbing The Pain

**Weeks Later**:

 Days turned to weeks and Dean continued to keep his struggle a secret. As the days past, nothing changed, the guilt and nightmares continued, he couldn't escape King! Every time he looked in the mirror or at himself; especially his chest he saw the scars and he remembered everything! It was like he was trapped in a bad dream and he couldn't wake up!

 One night after Smackdown they returned to the hotel, Seth and Roman were in the main part of the room watching TV, Dean had gone to bed. He had only been asleep an hour when the nightmare started, hearing Dean cry out both Seth and Roman looked at each other before they rushed to him. They stood by the bed watching him, he was sweating, he held the sheets with both hands, so tight his knuckles were white, as he moved his head back and forth a look of pain and sadness on his sleeping face. They rushed to Dean as he cried out for both of them again, the sadness in his voice broke their hearts. Seth knelt by the bed, while Roman sat beside Dean, Seth touched Dean's face gently, calling his name as Dean continued to move his head. A few seconds later Dean woke and sat up, breathing heavily as he realized he was awake, it was only a nightmare, he also realized he wasn't alone both his brothers were with him. He rubbed his hands over his face, trying to calm himself down and get rid of the images of his brothers being killed, he couldn't see their faces through his hands, but he could feel their eyes on him.

 "D, you okay?" Roman asked gently.

 "I'm fine." Dean answered as he got up, and threw pants and a t-shirt on.

 "Dean, that didn't look like you were fine." Seth said worried.

 "Just a bad dream Seth, people get them all the damn time!" Dean answered as he headed for the main part of the room.

 "It was about King wasn't it?" Roman asked gently as they followed him.

 "No!" Dean answered angrily. "Now drop it!"

 "Dean, please talk to us! We love you, stop shutting us out!" Seth begged.

 "I'm not shutting either of you out!" Dean said annoyed.

 "Then why won't you talk to us?" Seth asked.

 "There's nothing to talk about! Dammit, why can't you just let it go?" Dean asked.

 "We're worried about you Dean!" Roman answered.

 "Well, don't alright? I'm fine! I'm so damn tired of everyone asking me if I'm okay! I've moved the hell on, so why can't you guys?" Dean yelled.

 "Have you Dean?" Seth asked upset.

 "Yes, I have Seth! Just because I don't talk about it, doesn't mean I haven't let go!" Dean answered.

 "You're lying to us Dean!" Roman said upset. "You haven't let go of a damn thing!"

 "Oh, so you're a mind-reader now Rome?" Dean said sarcastically.

 "No, but even a blind man can see you're still hurting!" Roman answered.

 "I'm done with this!" Dean said as he put his shoes and jacket on.

 "Where are you going?" Seth asked.

 "Out!" Dean replied angrily as he grabbed his keys and stormed out.

**Later**:

 After storming out Dean left the hotel and began walking around trying to clear his head. He walked with no real destination in mind, until he came to a bar he went inside. He sat down and sighed, he knew he shouldn't be here, he had quit drinking a few years ago after Seth and Roman begged him to. He got up to leave when the pretty, blond bartender asked him what he wanted, he sat back down and smiling asked for a glass of water.

 "Water?" She asked confused. "You sure you don't want something a little stronger?"

 "Nope." He answered smiling.

 "Alright, I'll be right back with your water." She said turning to leave.

 "Wait!" Dean said suddenly.

 "You want to change your order?"

 "Forget the water, and bring me a whiskey!" Dean answered.

 "You got it handsome!" She said winking as she left to get his drink.

 Two hours later Dean had accomplished his mission to forget about the fight, in fact he was so drunk he couldn't remember what hotel he was staying at. Luckily for him, as he left the bar he ran into Ziggler and Cena outside the doors, they were on their way inside.

 "Ambrose, hey man!" Cena greeted him.

 "Johnny, hey! Whose the cute chick you got with ya?" Dean asked slurring his words.

 "It's me Dolph!" Ziggler said smiling.

 "Holy shit Ziggles, you're a dude! Wait, does Johnny know?" Dean asked concerned.

 "I know, and you're drunk!" Cena said smiling.

 "I'm not drunk!" Dean said pouting like a child, he tried to walk away, but got dizzy and fell into Cena.

 "You okay man?" Cena asked.

 "What the hell! Why is the world spinning?" Dean asked.

 "Where's Seth and Roman?" Ziggler asked.

 "At the hotel." Dean answered.

 "Do they know you're here dude?" Cena asked.

 "Nope!" Dean said before he began to laugh. "Hey, a bar! Let's go have a beer Johnny!" Dean said as he got off Cena and began walking away, only to fall into Ziggler. "Ziggles! You're here too! Come on I'll buy you guys a drink!"

 "Okay Ambrose, I think you've had enough! We'll take you back to the hotel." Ziggler said smiling, as they helped Dean to their car.

 "Wait!" Dean said pulling away from them. "Wanna know a secret?"

 "What?" Cena asked looking at Ziggler, both of them smiled.

 "It's..." Dean began, but trailed off as he threw up on Ziggler and Cena's shoes. "I don't feel good! I want to lay down!" Dean said wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

 "That's awesome! Thanks Dean!" Ziggler said as they took off their shoes and threw them out. "You owe us new shoes when you're sober Ambrose!" He said as they got into the car.

TBC...