I Walk Alone: An Ambrollins Fanfiction

Weeping with Whiskey

"Dean, c'mon man! What the hell are you doing?" Roman walked into Dean's hotel room, startling and waking him up at the same time. He had a terrible headache, his throat was sore and his eyes burned. He also analyzed the empty beer and other alcohol bottles, realizing his previous actions. "I'm sorry man.." Dean trailed off and shook his head, in dismay of what he had done. The room was a wreck and so was he. Roman sat on the foot of Dean's bed, "It's not you Dean, we're both on edge about last night." Dean wouldn't even lift his head to look at Roman. He was so hungover....or was he hurt? He couldn't tell. "But it is me Roman. I'm the one who drank all these beers. I'm the one who is all messed up." Roman moved closer to Dean, placing a hand on his shoulder, reassuring him. "No, it's Seth. He did this. This is just your way of coping bro. He's the one who won't be able to live with his desicions." No matter how many times Dean heard it, he didn't believe it. Yeah, the night before was the breakup of the shield, but Dean felt it on a more personal level. He knew Seth was going to surpass everything without him around. It seemed like Dean couldn't breathe without Seth guiding him. Roman could try, but he would never understand. After two cups of coffee and more words of encouragement, Dean grabbed his bag and loaded it in Roman's car, allowing them to go to the arena. He wanted to cry to Seth and strangle him at the same time. Just another show to everyone else, but the beginning of a rollercoaster for Dean.