25 Days of Ambrollins

Day Fourteen - Snowstorm *SMUT & ANGST*

"No, absolutely not," Dean protested.

Triple H sighed, "Look, you don't really have a choice. The car is broken down and all the other cars are filled up. You and Seth can handle one car ride."

Dean shook his head, "You can go straight to hell if you think I'm letting that sell out in my car."

"Look," Hunter began, "You can do this, or you can have few and far between matches." He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, waiting for Dean's answer.

Dean glared at the boss. While Dean had a good amount of money in the bank, he couldn't afford to not be getting matches. He was seething, rage coursing through his veins at the thought of being in such a confined space with the man who betrayed him and Roman not so long ago. He didn't have a choice, "Fine," he spit out bitterly. He looked behind Hunter to the man himself, Seth, who was wisely keeping his distance, "We leave in five." Dean quickly walked off for the car. He would rather be in the car with a literal bag of snakes and spiders than with Seth, but there was no getting out of this one.

Five minutes later, Seth was loading his things in next to Dean's as Dean seethed in the driver's seat. The good news was the hotel that most of the superstars were staying at was about an hour and a half drive. The bad news was it was December and they just so happened to be driving from one cold state to another, and snow was in the forecast. Dean hoped that he could envoke some higher power to ensure that they arrived before this snow was supposed to hit, but he wasn't exactly confident. Already, it looked like the snow would start any minute, and it was cold enough out that it would most certainly stick.

Once they were secure in their car, Dean took off for the next city. The two men said nothing, what was there to say? This past year or so, Dean had gone out of his way to make Seth's life a living hell and Seth had done the same to Dean. Of course, it was obvious to anyone who even remotely paid attention that Dean going after Seth was Dean's way of coping with the hurt he felt, and coming off as angry and unstable was a lot better than seeming weak and hurt. As he drove, the image, the sound, the pain of a cold steel chair smacking against his back replayed in Dean's mind, each repeat of the chair to his back making him angrier and angrier.

"Would ya slow down? At this rate we'll never make it cause we'll be dead," Seth said from the passenger seat. Dean was snapped out of his trance and realized just how fast he was going. He let up on the gas and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself. "Look-"

"Zip it," Dean growled. He didn't want to hear what Seth had to say, not about anything, not ever. Seth could have the most well thought out and apologetic speech of his life planned, it could be so moving that even the devil himself cried, but Dean didn't want to hear it.

Seth sighed in frustration, "Look, this isn't ideal for me either, okay? Think I'm thrilled to be stuck in this small space with you?" Dean was silent, electing to ignore the man and instead switched on the radio. The first station that came in was country and Dean smirked, Seth liked just about every kind of music, but country was not one of them. In fact, country was probably Seth's least favorite genre, how perfect. Dean turned it up in hopes that Seth would take the very obvious hint and keep his mouth shut.

Seth just sighed again, even louder this time. He sat forward and turned down the radio, "Would you just listen for a second?"

"No, no I won't. Nothing in this world that you could say to me is something I want to hear, alright? I don't want to level with you, I don't want to hear you out, I don't want to have a heart to heart, and I certainly don't want to hear you try to apologize." Dean huffed and cranked the music back up as he turned off the highway as the GPS instructed; a way to avoid terrible city traffic. He felt his heart sink a bit when he realized just how much the snow had picked up. Thank god he had went with the car with four-wheel drive. Seth seemed to have taken the hint and sat there with his mouth shut as Dean drove, the GPS making sure they got to where they needed to go. "Shit," Dean said under his breath. He looked over at the GPS to see that their arrival time had drastically changed, the snow having begun to stick to the road. Now it would be about three hours until they arrived, with traffic being taken into account.