The Shield One-Shots Book 3

Ghosts Of The Past Pt2/Ambrollins

 The rain fell heavily, making the country air outside cooler, Dean stood alone on the porch unbothered by the rain and cold air. Summer was almost over and autumn would be coming soon, bringing freezing temperatures with it. Dean sighed, as he watched the rain, there were things that he missed about being alive and the rain was one of them, he has loved the rain since he was a child. He loved going for walks in it, or watching a thunderstorm rage on, he found it cathartic. He leaned against the railing and stuck his hand out into the storm, but the rain just went through him, pulling his hand back sadly, he sighed again, sometimes he really fucking hated being a damn ghost.

 He stood staring at the storm alone, Roman had gone somewhere again, lately, he's been disappearing alone a lot and he'd be gone for a while, before he'd return, but he wouldn't tell Dean anything about where he went or what he did. It bugged him a lot because they used to be so damn tight, they did everything together, but since Rollins moved into their home, Roman's been acting strange and secretive. It's been almost a month since Rollins moved in and nothing they did worked to get rid of him and that pissed him off, he wasn't used to not scaring off the mortals who tried to take over their house.

 Actually, what was really bothering him, even though he'd deny all of this to Roman, was that ever since Seth moved in Dean's been feeling...different, angrier and he has no idea why it's happening. He's always been an angry, short-tempered guy, but since Seth came into their lives his anger just seemed to have gotten worse and harder to control, hell, he never knew what was going to set him off or how to calm himself when it happened. What was it about Seth that made him feel like this, dammit? Sighing, he ran his hands over his face, he needed to figure it out before he completely lost control and did something bad because he had gotten angry. His thoughts were interrupted by Seth returning home from wherever he had gone.

 He watched as Seth parked his car, got out talking on the phone, and went to his trunk. He opened it and grabbed the bags that were inside, trying to dodge the rain. He quickly shut the trunk again, before he rushed to the porch, his hands full, anyone normal would have made another trip, but not Seth, he had thought it was a great idea to take all of the million bags in one damn trip. Seth finally made it to the porch, the porch that still needed to be fixed, he wasn't paying attention and tripped on the broken step. He lost his footing and began to fall forward weighed down by the many bags, Dean quickly rushed forward without thinking and grabbed him before he could hit the floor. Seth regained his balance, he stood up, he looked around in complete shock and confusion, what the hell had just happened?

 Seth quickly said goodbye to whoever he was talking to and hung up, he put his phone back into his pocket. He stayed in his spot and looked around, as he tried to figure out what the hell just happened to him. He had to have been imagining that someone had grabbed him and saved him from getting hurt. How the hell was that possible though, dammit? There was no one there, he must have just imagined it all, he had to have, there was no way he was going fucking crazy. He nervously looked around, before he turned to look at Dean; even though he couldn't see him, and spoke quietly.

 "H-hello? Is...is anyone there?" Seth whispered nervously.

 "Yep, I'm here, unfortunately." Dean mumbled bitterly in response, of course, Seth couldn't see or hear him.

 "Wow, what am I doing?" Seth said sighing, as he shook his head. "I'm going crazy talking to my damn self.

 "You know, Rollins, you really need to get yourself a damn life, you're talking to ghosts, dude, instead of real people. You know that's the first sign that you're going crazy." Dean teased smiling, as he leaned against the railing and crossed his arms.

 "I really need to get a damn life." Seth echoed bitterly.

 Dean froze, as his words came out of Seth's mouth, he watched, as Seth went to the front door, put his bags down, and began searching his pockets for his keys. Finding them, he took them out and unlocked the door, before he opened it and picked his bags back up. He went inside, kicking the door shut behind him, leaving Dean alone again on the damn porch.