The Shield One Shots Book 2!

The Bully And The Nerd Pt21/Ambrollins

 Dean woke up before the sun was even up, he lay in bed on his back, his arms under his head, as he thought about his father again and he sighed heavily. He had enough shit on his plate, trying to juggle school, work, and Nikki's pregnancy, he didn't need his asshole father ruining everything he had worked for. He sighed again, as he thought about his relationship...or former relationship with Seth. He wished that he had never gone to that damn party, if only he had talked Seth out of going, then he'd still be with him, instead of being with Nikki because of the baby. He felt like he was drowning and there was no one there to save him, needing to clear his head, he decided to go for a run. He got up, changed, and left the guys a note on the kitchen table, before he quietly left the house. He put his headphones in, turned his music up as loud as it would go, and began running.

 He got lost in the music and let his feet carry him wherever they wanted, finally an hour later, he stopped running, took his headphones out and looked around, as he caught his breath. Looking around, he realized that he was in the part of town where all the rich people lived, shaking his head in disgust at the large, expensive, waste of money houses, he turned to leave. He was stopped when he saw a familiar person leaving one of the larger houses and walk towards an expensive-looking car. Not wanting to be seen by them, Dean quickly turned to leave, but was stopped again by the person calling his name.

 "Dean? Son, is that you?" His father said smiling, as he rushed across the street to him.

 "What the hell do you want?" Dean demanded angrily, as he turned to face him.

 "I just wanted to see if you were alright, and find out what happened to your arm?" Robert said softly. "I wanted to ask you last night, but you weren't really in the sharing mood."

 "I had a fight with a wall and lost." Dean answered.

 "Why would you punch a wall?"

 "Because I couldn't punch you." Dean replied bitterly.

 "Right, I deserve that." Robert said quietly.

 "No, what you deserve is me kicking your ass." Dean said angrily.

 "I know." Robert agreed.

 "Fuck you, you don't get to do that, dammit!" Dean said angrily, pointing at him.

 "Do what?"

 "Play the fucking victim." Dean said upset. "You ruined me, dammit, you don't get to hurt."

 "Okay, you're right." Robert said. "Can we talk, please?"

 "We have nothing to talk about." Dean said, as he pushed past him and began walking away.

 "I know about your problems with Kincaid and your girlfriend." Robert said quickly, stopping him from leaving.

 "Are you stalking me?" Dean demanded angrily, as he turned around to face him.

 "No, but I' am your father."

 "Why are you doing this to me, huh?" Dean asked.

 "I only want to help."

 "Help?" Dean said sarcastically, as he laughed. "How the hell can you help me?"

 "Come inside and let me explain, please?"

 "Fine." Dean agreed.

 An hour later, Dean sat on the couch, as his father was in the kitchen making them another coffee. He was having a hard time dealing with everything his father had told him, he had taken full accountability for Dean's shit childhood, not denying anything or passing the blame onto anyone. That's all he's ever wanted his entire life, along with an apology, and now that he had both from the man who had destroyed him, he wasn't sure how to process it. None of it magically erased what happened or made Dean forgive him, but it was a start. Since being released from prison three years ago, his father had continued bettering himself, not wanting to see Dean until he was ready, not wanting to hurt his son any more than he already had. While he did that, he had made his fortune in the real estate game, he now owned his own extremely successful business. He had returned to town five months ago and began his search for Dean, he had finally found him the day he had shown up at the garage.