*Roman's POV*

We got to the hotel finally and Dean lay in bed obviously in pain. He didn't even care for a shower. I felt bad for him, Brock put him threw a lot. I walked over to him and sat beside him, running my hand threw his dirty blonde fringe.

"I'm sorry for what happened." I said.

"It's not your fault Ro..." He said.

"Still, I should have done something about it..." I said.

"No, you did the right thing and stayed back." Dean said and I sighed.

"I don't feel like I did, Dean..." I said laying beside him as I put my free arm around him. He moved back into my touch and sighed.

"Well, I do..." He said. "Just because I got hurt doesnt mean you need too.." He said.

"Well I wouldn't have necessarily gotten hurt..." I stated.

"It's done and over with Roman, go to bed..' He said.

I sighed and nodded, resting my head against his.

"Goodnight Dean...." I whispered.

"Night Ro..." He said tiredly. Before I knew it I heard the soft snores from him signaling he was asleep. I sighed and hugged him close as I soon fell asleep myself.