Be My Shield

Chapter 19

Dean's POV

Earlier we checked Seth and he's allowed to wrestle for Wrestlemania against the Wyatt Family.

We won of course and I was very proud of Seth because he threw down. He made such a great comeback.

"Are you okay?" Roman asked Seth. "Does your head hurt at all?"

"No, I feel great." He said dancing.

I laughed and joined him. We danced when suddenly Roman stopped and looked up.

There we three men in president masks and wearing all back, with baseball bats in there hands.

Obama, Lincoln, and Bush.

"What the hell?" I said.

Lincoln reached into his pocket, pulled out a phone. He showed what was on the screen before setting it down on the floor and slid it over.

I picked it up and looked down seeing the text messages.

"Oh my god, Roman. This is the guy!" I said lunging myself at him and knocking him down.

We all got into a huge brawl. I got on top of the masked man and punched him.

He threw me off of him and kicked him in the ribs. I screamed holding my ribs.

He picked me up and held me against the wall.

"Surprise!" He said, his hands around my neck. "You wanted to see me, here I am! You know, I really don't like you because you're gay. I do this because I want to punish you and it's out of spite and anger because I don't like you."

I was gasping for air and running out of breath.

"We have to go! People are coming!" One of them yelled.

"This isn't over." He said before running away.

I dropped down gasping for air and coughing.

"Are you okay?" Seth said crawling over to me.

"Yeah." I said finally catching my breath.

We all were helped up and we went back to the hotel.

I sat down on the bed and groaned in pain. I felt someone lift my shirt up, I looked up seeing that it was Roman.

"Your ribs." He said looking at them. "They're so bruised."

I looked down at them seeing that they were purple.

I laid down on the bed and took off my shirt and shoes wanting nothing but to only sleep.

"Are you okay?" I heard Roman ask.

I shook my head as I buried it into the pillow.

"What can I do for you?"

"Nothing." Seth said laying beside me.

"I wasn't asking you."

"Rude. What did he say to you, Dean?"

"That he hated me because I was gay."

"That's it?"

I nodded.

"Wow." Roman said.

"What were you expecting?" I asked.

"I don't know? Just something other than that."

"Like what?" I asked standing up.

"I don't know?"

"Well, you seemed surprise that that's all he had to say. Were you expecting something more?"

"Just why he was doing it."