Ten Tonne Skeleton (Dean Ambrose Fanfic)

Departure of the weak - Part 4

A bit shorter than usual, but I wanted to get it uploaded. Enjoy and thanks for reading!

Dean awoke an hour after Seth left. The first thing he saw when he woke up was Seth's phone. He decided to go onto his friends photo folder to see if the two-toned man had taken any new pictures of his dog Kevin, but instead he saw a picture of himself sleeping. He realized that the picture was taken earlier today because he was wearing the same clothes and he was holding Seth's hot water bottle. Speaking of Seth, where was he? He decided not to dwell on it.

Dean now needed to return Seth's hot water bottle and his phone before tonight's show. He had two hours until he needed to be at the arena so he decided to take a shower and head to the gym. He spent an hour at the gym and then made his way to the arena. Once he got there he saw Roman.

"Hey, you seen Seth?" Dean asked walking towards the Samoan.

"Uh yeah, somewhere near the stairs next to the first floor fire exit." Roman smiled seeing the hot water bottle in Dean's arms.

"Thanks man."

"No problem." The two men went there own ways. It took Dean a while to finally find Seth. He followed Roman's directions but they were not as accurate as he first thought. Seth gave him a strange look when he approached him.

"Hey Seth, I got your hot water bottle and your phone." Dean said handing the two objects over to his friend.

Seth took his belongings before walking away. Dean thought it was kind of rude for Seth to do that. He didn't even acknowledge the fact that Dean was there. He knew he didn't have time to worry about what just happened. He had a match to take part in.

The match went well and Dean was currently lying on the sofa in his hotel room wondering what was wrong with Seth. The guy completely ignored Dean's presence. He could have at least said thank you. The more Dean thought about it the worse he felt. Seth was his friend and he shouldn't be saying mean things about him. The poor guy was probably just having a bad day. For some reason Dean wanted to hug his friend. He wanted to take him out to the bar and get a drink with him. He wanted to take him back to the hotel and watch a movie with Seth whilst drinking hot chocolate and snuggling under a blanket. Dean just really wanted to hold Seth in his arms and show him how much he meant to him.

Dean wanted to show Seth how much he loved him. Did he love him? Maybe more like, like him in a more than friends way. He had to admit it, over the past few weeks he had been seeing Seth in a different light, but he knew that nothing would ever happen between the two of them. First of all Seth was straight and second of all why would anyone want to date Dean Ambrose? 

The tired man couldn't believe he was actually thinking about this. The best thing for him to do was go to bed.

Meanwhile in a small motel down the road from Dean, Seth sat on the dining chair thinking similar thoughts to the Lunatic Fringe.

At first Seth was confused as to why Roman wasn't bothered about Dean's struggles, because Seth was freaking out and worrying a lot more than the Samoan. He spent hours thinking about it once he left Dean's hotel and he came to the conclusion that he might have a small crush on Dean, which is why he ignored him today at the live show. He was too scared he would say something and give his secret away. He couldn't let that happen. Dean was straight. Dean didn't like him like that.

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Today was Monday and Monday meant RAW. Dean was sat in catering with Roman talking about the contract signing the two of them were doing on tonight's show with Brock Lesnar. The two of them were discussing who should confront the beast when Seth sat down in front of them.

"Hey guys." He smiled. Dean decided that he was all of a sudden interested in a game on his phone. Roman however greeted the young man back.

"So you got a match tonight?" Roman asked Seth.

"Yeah, just a small one against Kane." Seth said whilst eating a plate full of salad.

"Well, good luck. Me and Dean are scheduled to go on in a bit so we gotta get ready. See you later." Roman smiled standing up and walking off with Dean closely behind him. "Dude, what is your problem with Seth all of a sudden?" Roman asked once they reached the gorilla.

"Nothing. I don't know what you mean." Dean replied doing some last minute stretches.

"Oh come on, you were all talky talky until he walked over and when he said hi you completely ignored him." The Samoan whisper-shouted.

"I don't know. He ignored me yesterday so I just guessed he didn't want anything to do with me." Dean sighed.

"Dude, you need more self-confidence." Roman laughed as his music started to play.

"Whatever."  

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RAW finished with a bang. Dean was once again in his hotel room. He was currently in a lot of pain after the beat down he suffered from Lesnar. And to top it all of he got a phone call from Roman telling him that Seth had been badly injured on the show and was out of action for 6 - 9 months.

He felt guilty for not being able to say goodbye to his friend. He felt even worse for ignoring him earlier on today, but most of all he felt anger. Anger towards himself. How could he be so selfish?

Dean wanted a drink. He'd had enough for one day and he was ready to feel numb. The bar down the road was open until 3am, which gave him 2 hours to get completely shit-faced. He got there within minutes of leaving the hotel and ordered himself a beer and another, and another. Then he started on the heavy stuff. Irish Car Bomb, Whiskey Smash, Guinness, Jagerbomb. The night had only just started, but for Dean and his stomach full of poisonous liquid, it felt like the end.