Turnaround

Part 10

A week passed since Seth left, it was deadly quiet in the house now. Dean studied Roman the whole week, the man was just putting on a happy body suit every day to please everyone else instead oh himself. It was Saturday and Dean just came back from work, Roman was already home because he had the day off. As Dean walked down the hallway to his room he saw that Roman's door was open. He peeked inside and saw the older man taking a pill. So he came inside and walked towards him, grabbing the bottle out of his hands and reading it. It said Wellbutrin, antidepressants. He read the effects of it then looked at Roman in the eyes.

"Are you gonna tell me what's been going on or am I gonna have to beat it out of you?" Dean put his hand on Roman's shoulder and squeezed. "I heard that argument you had with Seth. I tried not to let this bother me but it is. I know what it's like to feel alone and feel like no one can help you, Roman. I need you to tell me who this he guy is and where can I find him?"

Roman shook his head slowly and hung his head. "You can't help me forget, or feel better."

"That kind of hurts." Dean raised his brows. "Think I don't know what you're feeling?"

"You didn't get abused." Roman mumbled.

"What?" Dean raised Roman's head so they could look each other directly in the eyes. "Who abused you?"

"My dad did."

"Why would he do that to you, Ro?" Dean saw the shaky breaths the older man started doing so he put his arms around him and pulled him in. "Come on talk to me. I'm here to listen, fuck I don't just want to help, I need to help. You don't get it. I made a promise to myself years ago that I'll always help someone who had a fucked up past like me, it's goes down hard when you're older. You're thinking what did I ever do to those people."

Roman was like dead weight in Dean's arms as he stared at him. "I don't know." Roman blinked a few times, he was not about to fucking cry. "He used to drink a lot but I think that was only part of the reason. He just hated me in general, he kept telling me I wasn't the person he wanted me to be."

"When did this start and when did it end?" Dean rubbed Roman's back and stayed quiet as he waited for the taller man.

"It start when I was 7 and ended when I was 14. He used to beat my mom too. I don't know what happened to him. I got scars at the back of my neck and some on my back and some on my legs." Roman pulled out of the embrace and took off his shirt. He turned around and moved his hair so Dean could get a close look at his neck and back. Dean cursed when he saw multiple scars, some look like they were cut open deep and needed to be stitched up. "It ended because I fought back." Roman turned back around and pulled his shirt back over his body.

"I'm so sorry." Dean wasn't really the one to sympathize with people but Roman was different, Roman took him in after he had no where else to go. Roman puts up with his personality and weird habits. "What did you do?"

"I started to beat him with a bat, and eventually he was knocked out cold and needed to go to the hospital. Me and my mom moved away, we never visited him, we changed everything about our lives. I don't even know if he's alive to be honest." Roman grunted. "Then I met Seth not too long after. We were best friends and then I don't know what happen. One minute later he's kissing me saying he can make me feel better, should of never believed him. And now I'm so fucked, I've been so messed up all of these years and heart break after heart break, I just gave up on dating period. It didn't help that Seth always rubbed his good stuff in my face, and it didn't help that he hated you 'cause he knew I had something for you. I know you don't like hearing that but I'm sorry."

"It's okay. It's fine. Fuck Seth, don't think about him right now. Think about you, think about what you need to do to make yourself happy. Don't try to put others before you when you're in pain. I'll be here to help you through this man, I'm not going anywhere unless you kick me out." Dean laughed a bit. "I'll take care of you. You've been going like this for too long." Dean pulled Roman in for a tight hug, he buried Roman's head in his neck then rubbed his back again. Roman put his arms around Dean and hugged back just as tight, he felt himself getting rocked back and forth and heard Dean whispering it would be okay.

Roman smiled when Dean handed him a plate of chicken alfredo he made. Dean decided he was going to make dinner and do everything around the house since Roman wasn't feeling all too well and he told Roman to do a damn thing but relax. Dean sat on the couch by the older man and started to dig into his food. Roman did the same then smiled, the Ohioan was a damn good cook, it was a surprise.

"Dude."

"Hm?" Roman looked at Dean and raised his brows.

"What's that tattoo you got? It looks like a tribal type thing."

Roman looked at his arm and smiled. He was surprised he hadn't told Dean yet. "I'm Samoan. It's a tribal tattoo yeah. All the guys in my family basically have it. They either got chest piece or full sleeve. I got both and some of my back. Took 17 hours."

"Did you fucking sit there for the whole 17 hours."

"No. Hell no." Roman furrowed his brows and shook his head quickly. "This tattoo was a pain to finish." Roman groaned. "I hit my arm on accident the day after and it was the worst pain I have ever felt in my life."

Dean laughed a bit then leaned over to touch the sleeve. "That's some bad ass detail man. So what you're like this Samoan Fabio?"

"Whatever you want to call me." Roman shook his head and laughed.

"Can you speak a little of it?"

"Yeah." Roman nodded. "You seem really interested in this stuff. Could I ask you a question, if it's not too personal or anything." Dean nodded and swallowed some more of his food. "Do you wish Sami was still here?" Dean tensed a bit then nodded slowly.

"I do wish he was here. I feel like I lost a family member. I don't know what happened. I don't know if I did something, I don't know if he's dead in a ditch somewhere. I just don't know." Dean frowned. "I miss him though. He was a crazy son of a bitch."

"I have a feeling he's not dead and I also have a feeling you didn't do anything wrong." Roman smiled at Dean. "You'll find him. He's probably still here in Iowa." Roman went silent for a moment before watching Dean chew slowly, he bit his bottom lip nervously then decided to ask. "Why do you care so much about what's going on in my life?"

Dean shrugged. "Because I feel like I need to protect you. Is that wrong?" Dean looked at Roman with a questioning look. Roman shrugged back and Dean laughed. "I just feel like you deserve it. No one protected me ya know?"

"Well, technically I protected you.." Roman mumbled.

"You did when you found me. you're right. But I mean a different type of protection. Like-' Dean was about to say like holding him and hugging him but he stopped himself. "Never mind." Roman wondered what Dean was going to say but he decided not to push it.

"Well. " Roman started. "Thanks." He got up with his cleaned off plate. He ruffled Dean's hair and kissed his forehead before heading off to his room. Dean touched his forehead and shrugged before finishing his food.