don't tell me this man ain't ADORABLE AS A CHILE

Roman's POV

I've had my fair share of early morning disruptions, but this one was by far the most confusing... And weird.

"Beer?" Dean asked the man that stood at our fridge, still glancing around in it as he was trying to look for a drink; Dean silly firmly holding the pistol in his hand.

"But we don't even drink like that... I barley drink at all." Seth whispered loudly to me and I punched him in the shoulder to quiet him.

"Yes, Beer." The man replied, then stuck his head back into our fridge.

"Listen man," Dean said to me, "We don't have any beer, so get the hell out of my fridge. And get the hell out of my house before I put a bullet in your chest."

"Is his aim even that good?" Seth asked me and I stilled a smirk while Dean shot us both a glare.

"Can it, Seth." Dean said to him, ten turned his attention back to the man, "Man, will you get out of my fridge?"

"You said you wanted to meet up and this is the hospitality I receive." He said while shaking his head, "Shameful."

"Meet you?" I asked Dean, "You know him."

"If I knew him, do you think I would be holding a gun at him?" Dean asked while throwing his hands in the air.

"It's kinda pointed at the ceiling now." Seth commented.

"Say one more thing Seth and it'll be pointed at you." Dean mumbled then turned back to the man, "Identify yourself."

"Oh come on now," he commented, "Think Dean."

"How do you know my name?" Dean asked again, "Are you trying to kill me like the rest of those fuckers. Well if you are, if think of a plan, because it looks like I'm the only one with a weapon here."

"And what if I did have a weapon?" He asked.

"That would be very unfortunate for us..." Seth mumbled and I nodded.

The man laughed, "I don't, because it want my plan to come kill you. Think Dean. We've spoken before. Twice now if I'm thinking correctly."

Dean stared at him with a confused look, "What are you... Wait."

"Now your thinking." The man said with a laugh.

"Your Steve Austin?" Dean asked, and he nodded, "Fucking shit."

"Language." I say while nudging Dean.

"I meant freaking shiz." Dean corrected quickly, "Um... I mean, this is, uh, shocking.."

"More like fucking-" Seth started to say but I stepped on his foot to quite him, "Fuck! Roman! Stop!"

"Um I mean no disrespect," I say to the older man, ignoring Seth, "But how did you get into our house? How did you even know where we lived?"

He shrugged, "Common sense."

"Well alright..." I mumbled while rubbing the back of my neck, wondering how that was even possible.

"I'm pulling your leg kid." Steve said with a laugh, "I asked around to find your house. And it's not hard to break in to a place that doesn't even have good locks."

"Mental note," Seth mumbled, "Get new locks..."

"You gotta nice place here to be so young." He commented while closing the fridge and walking over to us, "But it makes you more of a target. Which would explain a lot."

"Care to talk in the living room?" Dean asked and he nodded as the both exited the kitchen.

"Is this a dream or something?" Seth questioned, "Someone slap me."

I quickly raised my hand and brought it across his jaw, laughing at his reaction.

"Are you always this fucking hitable in the early morning hour?" He asked me while rubbing his jaw.

"Hitable isn't a word, Mr.Valedictorian." I say to him and his eyes light up at the words.

"Did I tell you that I officially am?" He said to me.

"Freaking no," I say while shoving him playfully then pulling him close, "I'm proud of you brother. Who's second place?"

"You mean salutatorian?" He said to me, "I don't know. Most likely Neville. Unless someone just moves here with a 4.0 GPA and a SAT score of a 31."

"I scored have a 27 on mine." I say to him, "But let me guess, you made a perfect score."

"Maybe..." He said and we both laughed, but stopped when we heard the sound of shattering glass.

"For five minutes I thought my life went back to normal." Seth mumbled as we walked into the living room to find Dean standing over what looked like broken glass.

"Do I wanna ask what's going on in here?" Dean and he gave me a sheepish smile with a shrug.

"Just a little bit of story tellin." Steve said with a laugh, "Nothing to worry about. Now, you must be Roman. And that little one right there must be Seth."

"I like to think of myself as a medium sized human being." Seth commented and I rolled my eyes, "But what's up?"

"Sit, sit." Dean said to us as I took a seat in the chair and Seth sat on the arm rest of the couch where Dean was sitting.

"Alright so let's get serious for a few minutes." Steve said to us, "Because right now, I'm still wondering how the hell that any of you are still alive."

"Why'd you say that?" I asked him and he raised a finger before bending down and reaching into a bag. Pulling out a yellow folder.

"This is how." He said while passing it to Dean, who grabbed it and opened it hurriedly. Scanning over the words but a confused expression was written on his face.

"Is the the folder that Eva gave Sting?" He asked while looking at it still, "This is the exact same thing... Same dates, same names on it. How did you get this?"

"Oh so you've already came in contact with Sting?" He asked with a bitter sounding laugh, "Good to know. But to answer your question, that's not the same folder. But it is the right one."

"What do you mean by that?" Seth asked him.

He sighed, "I suppose I need to tell you boys all of this. At least so you can prepare for it."

"You see," he started, "A long time ago, as you know, I was with SDA, and I wasn't the only good one. There were six of us in total. But three of us had codenames."

"There was me, and they called me Stone." He continued, "There was Mark and we always called him Taker. There was Steve, and we called him Sting. But there were the other three, Jonathan Bevis, Brandon Ambrose, I'm guessing you father Dean? And the last was Nathan Kennedy."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Seth tense completely and a wave of concern washed over me as I watched him.

"Now, we each at the time were really good friends." He continued, "Very well in fact. But when I decided I wanted to quit, and Sting wanted to go off as well, Taker was being called to higher ups, Jonathan wanted to care for his family, and Brandon was... No offense Dean, but was never all really there."

"None taken." Dean responded with a nonchalant shrug.

"When I left, I went through hell and high waters because if that folder right there." He said while pointing to it.

"Why?" I asked him.

"Did you recognize the numbers on the side of it. In the very corners?" He asked us.

"Uh yeah." Dean said while glancing at it, "This was had a 211. The last one we had was a 316."

"That one was mine." He said with a nod, "I originally gave that to Jonathan."

"Why did he have your folder?" Seth asked.

"Because Brandon took his, and kept his own." He explained, "You see, I never really understood the number or anything. Neither did I question it. All I knew is that they wanted it and I wasn't letting them have it. The numbers go towards a code, but I'm not sure for what. For the longest, we simply fought over them... Then Nathan took it too far when-"

"He killed Paige's dad?" Seth suggested, "He killed him over some numbers for a fucking code that you don't even know what it was for? Your freaking telling me that she would still have him if it wasn't for this?"

"Calm down Seth." Dean told him while Seth ran a hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry." Steve continued, "But it wasn't even in my hands. I have Takers. Sting has mine, his, and Nathan's. Taker has none as far as I know. Brandon had his own along with Jonathan's. But I'm not sure if anyone possesses those. All I know is that they can't have all of them."

"We practically gave one to Sting." I said to him, "But he said he was trying to help us."

He shrugged, "Sting was the good one of the group. If I had to trust anyone out of them, it would be him. But I don't trust him enough to give him all the folders for the codes. He may be true to his word about wanting to help you, but still. This isn't a game that you just trust people in, understand."

"Ok." Dean said while setting the item down, "So we have this one... Sting has three, two are no where to be found... So what do we do? And how to we know that you aren't against us?"

"Dean, I wouldn't have even come here if I didn't want to help you." He told us, "If you can somehow get all those folders to me, I'm destroying the damn things. I don't want him, I want nothing to do with this... but I wanna help you. Alright? I'm gonna help you a lot on the way, or at least try to, but this is all you Dean. All you, and your friends."

I remained silent and nodded while, glanced over at Dean and Seth who had nodded along with me.

"Nothing we haven't done before." Dean said, "We got this."

"I know you've faced a lot Dean," he said to us, "You really have... but you haven't seen anything yet."

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Chapter 37 of book 3
Chapter 103 in all

sososososo sorry about not updating, it was homecoming week and I was busy and blah blah blah I'm sorry.

It was a horrible horrible filler chapter but it had to happen at SOMEPOINT.

Trust me when I say that this book has some more exciting chapters coming, just bare with me.

I really have nothing left to say (unusual for my talkative ass)

QOTD? QOTD.

QOTD #1: what's your school mascot? (ex. Cougars, Wildcats, Lions, man horse thingy idk.)

QOTD #2: favorite TV show?

QOTD #3: WWE, Lucha Underground NXT or Impact Wrestling?

QOTD #4: favorite NXT superstar?

QOTD #5: what do you wanna eat right now?

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