The Shield One Shots Book 2!

Fighting For Love Pt8/Ambrollins

 Dean sighed, as he got up off of the couch and headed to the bathroom to grab some painkillers to get rid of the damn stress headache he had. It's been an hour now since Seth left and he's been unable to get comfortable, thanks to not only his injuries from his last round of fights, but also because of the damn fight he had had with Rollins. Going into the bathroom, he sighed, as he turned on the light and grabbed the bottle of painkillers off of the counter. He opened the bottle and took two out, before he put the bottle back and turned on the tap. He put the pills into his mouth, leaned down, and drank some water directly from the tap.

 "Really, dude, you know I hate when you do that." Roman's annoyed voice spoke from behind him, Dean stood up smirking and looked at him through the mirror's reflection.

 "I know." Dean said still smirking, as he turned around. "What are you doing home anyway? Shouldn't your big, Samoan ass be at work?" He asked, as he turned off the light and they went to the living room.

 "Slow night, so I got sent home." Roman answered, as he tried to help Dean sit down.

 "Would you get off of me, I'm perfectly capable of sitting down on my own, mom." Dean teased, as he pushed him away, Roman smiled and raised his hands in defense, before he backed away and went into the kitchen.

 "So, anything exciting happen tonight?" Roman asked from the kitchen, Dean rolled his eyes, as his brother returned to the room with two beers and sat beside him on the couch.

 "He called you, didn't he?" Dean said sighing, as he took his beer.

 "I have no idea what you're..." Roman began, but the look Dean gave him cut him off. "He...he came by the bar." He answered sighing.

 "That little, two-toned shit." Dean said frustrated.

 "D, he's worried about you, that's all, man." Roman said gently.

 "Yeah, well, we broke up, remember? He seems to have forgotten that." Dean said bitterly. "So, what I do is none of his damn business anymore." He added angrily.

 "Just because you broke up doesn't mean that he stopped caring or stopped love..."

 "Don't finish that sentence, Rome, I mean it, dammit!" Dean warned, cutting him off.

 "Dean..."

 "Dammit, Roman, stop!" Dean said frustrated, cutting him off, having had enough of the damn conversation. "I'm not talking to that two-toned prick and I'm not backing out of the damn tournament either. End of fucking discussion, dammit." He added, as he got up and went to the bedroom.

 "Good talk, Ambrose." Roman said sighing frustrated.

**Two Days Later**:

 Seth sighed, as he stared out of his office window, it was late and everyone else in the office had gone home for the night leaving him alone with his thoughts. He sighed again, he couldn't stop thinking about the fight with Dean, how he had admitted that he had been lying to Seth about quitting fighting. He couldn't believe that he had lied to him, Seth had believed him and it was all a damn lie. Did that mean that everything that Dean had told had been a lie too? No matter how angry Seth was though, he still loved Dean and wanted him back. He sighed shakily, as he ran his hands over his face, he couldn't believe that Dean was risking his damn life in this stupid tournament and for what? Pride? Money? Were those both more important than Dean's life?

 "Damn, Rollins, don't you ever go home?" Roman's voice spoke from behind him, he turned around to face him.

 "Ro?" Seth said surprised to see him, he looked away and quickly wiped away his tears that he didn't even know had fallen. "W-what are you doing here?"