Roman's Angel

Chapter 19

"I can't believe he would fucking do that shit!" Dean snarled, kicking at the table in front of the couch and almost knocking it over. "He wants me to forgive that two-tone weasel! After what he fucking said!"

"Dude, don't knock the fucking table over. You'll get shit all over my floor and I just cleaned this place up." Sami sat down on the couch with him, handing him the bowl of pot so he could take a hit off of it. "Calm down, man. There's no need to get so upset over him."

Dean rubbed his hands over his face, groaning. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry, it's just...Ugh!" He grabbed at his hair, pulling at it. "He knows what I've been through and he expects me to forgive Seth just like that?"

"You should have seen this coming. I warned you about lover-boy but did you listen to me? No, you didn't. You trusted him based on how you felt about him and now look where it got you."

"But, Sami, it's not like that...He proved to me that I could actually trust him. And I did. I've shown him almost every single darkest part of me, let myself be vulnerable around him. Now I'm so scared to think that I could have made a mistake by letting myself doing so."

Sami handed him a bottle of beer, which he gladly took. He was getting tired of hearing Dean talk about Roman and he just wanted his friend to relax, not be so worked up over him. It seemed that ever since Dean had met that kid, it was like his whole life revolved around him. He would be spending most of his days with him now, he was living with him, had probably already had sex with him. Any time that Dean came to visit Sami, his name would be brought up a few times. He wanted so badly for it to just be he and Dean. Them talking about stuff they wanted to do, what dreams and hopes they had, what future they could have together. But he was just an afterthought, not even being close to what he thought Dean wanted.

"Just forget about him." Sami advised, taking a swig from his bottle. "Like thinking and talking about him is not doing you good, so forget him. Like, just focus on enjoying a great night with me."

"It's not that simple...No matter what I do, I can't take my mind off of him. I love him so much and it hurts me to know that he is going to remain friends with Seth."

Sami got off the couch, walking around to Dean, placing a hand on his shoulder. He was obviously trying to comfort him in some way, but he couldn't do it, not really. He wanted to try to help Dean get his mind off of Roman but he knew it wouldn't be easy. The auburn haired teen was in too deep with him, madly in love with him.

Dean's blue eyes glanced up at him for a moment, waiting for any more advice from him. When none came he just shook his head and took another swig of his bottle, emptying it.

"Get me another."

"You gotta slow down on that shit. Do you really plan on getting drunk over him?"

"To the point where I feel numb over what I feel, yes."

Sighing, Sami got up from the couch and grabbed another beer for his friend. He came back, opened it, and handed it to him. He watched as the tip of the bottle touched Dean's lips, watched his throat move as he gulped a lot down. It sucked seeing his friend so upset over this but there was also that feeling of arousal as he watched him. He turned his head away quickly, that way so Dean wouldn't catch him staring.

He sat back down next to him and rested his head on the back of the couch, closing his eyes. Dean did the same and he wondered if they would talk more or just rest in silence. An old movie was playing on TV, neither one paying attention to it. It was just background noise to fill the silence in the room. He felt he was about ready to drift off to sleep, when he felt movement on the couch and Dean was laying back, resting his head in his lap. Sami shifted legs, a little uncomfortable but almost pleased with the position his friend was in.