-Dean POV-
Once we got to my place, Seth took a shower and changed into his shirt i dried but kept my sweatpants on. I gave him his pill and we began to watch a movie. He's gonna knock out pretty soon, which I'm looking forward too, he's so adorable when he sleeps.
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So deanie boy, gaining feelings for a detective huh? He's never going to have time for you. And how about if work finds out about you two? Your going to get his ass fired, and he's going to separate himself from you. So if you think about it, the thing you two have, will never work. Might as well break this off now before this gets anymore serious. Shit. I wish I could fucking shoot my brains out. I hate my mind state. But I would be dead, and I would never find out if Seth and I go any further. Shooting myself would still be nice though. The thought of death. Puts a smile on my face. Ha, might as well kill myself huh? But what about Seth? He wakes up and finds the guy he's been falling for dead. He's probably not even falling for you. He's using you? He is a detective. After all. This could be part of his mission. I shouldn't think like this.
Good thing he can't read my mind. If he did he probably wouldn't even be my friend in the first place.
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I was petting Seth's head when he slowly stretched..almost like a cat would.
"Morning." Seth said making me smile.
"Evening" I kissed his forehead. "You hungry?"
"Yea a little."
"I'll go make you some food then." I went to stand up but Seth put his hand on my leg.
"You don't have to, we could just order Chinese food or something."
"You sure?"
"Yes I'm sure." Seth sat up as he held his side.
"Does it hurt?"
"I was expecting it to, I guess the pain killers really do work." Seth smiled.
"Good well-" my phone began to ring. I grabbed it from my coffee table, unknown number. When I answered it the voice was familiar, but that's only because it was a British accent.
"Don't expect to be living much longer Dean Ambrose!" The deep voice said. Was it that Stuart guy?
"Dude hop off my dick." I said calmly. I don't need Seth to know that I'm actually quite a bit terrified.
"I know where you live! I know what car you drive I know everything!" He obviously didn't know my real name.
"Uh no you don't."
"Oh you'll see, just watch Ambrose!" He hung up as I sighed and rolled my eyes. Putting my phone down.
"The hell was that?"
"Somebody's out to kill me, I think it was that Stuart dude. Cause he had a British accent. And it was like a deep one. He said he knows where i live and what car I drive, he claims to know everything."
"Well baby that's a threat. You need to call NYPD." Seth said. I smiled a little bit, since he called me baby.
"How did he get bailed out so quickly?"
"NYPD sucks ass sometimes, they could've let him go with a fine, of a lot of money, like thirteen thousand dollars or something the along the lines of that."
"That's ridiculous. But I guess I'll call the NYPD." I grabbed my phone and dialed the number and waited for an answer.
"New York Police Department how may I help you?" A woman said.
"Yes, I just received a threat from an unknown number. They claim to know where I live and what car I drive."
"Can you read that number to me please?" The lady asked, making me scroll through my call logs until I was at the top.
"It was 917-092-1228"
"Alright. Any other specific things you think is important?"
"Yea the voice seemed familiar. It sounded like Stuart Bennett."
"Stuart Bennett?! We just released him about an hour ago and he's already starting trouble?! Alright, thank you sir. Could I please get your name?"
"Jonathan Good."
"Alright Jonathan we will call you and keep you updated."
"Thank you."
"Anytime sir." I hung up the phone turning around to see Seth playing with his fingers.
"So Chinese food right?"
"Yea." He smiled.