Seth's POV

"Stop talking with your mouth full." I say with a small laugh into the phone as I laid down in my bed.

"I'm not eating, I'm brushing my teeth." Dean told me then made a spitting sound.

"Gross." I say and scrunch my noes.

"Yep." He said plainly and frowned.

Lately I couldn't get much of a reaction out of Dean unless I really, really, really tried.

It usually came so easily to make him laugh or smile, and now it was just hard.

He constantly gave me short answers and only seemed to put up with in the public eye. In private he stayed away from me unless I dragged him near me, then it was another pain to actually make him stay near me and not leave again.

"Talk to me Dean." I say to him with a small sigh.

"I am talking to you Seth." He said to me as I heard the water run.

"No your being short with me." I told him, "Come on. Something's bothering you. Tell me."

He stayed quiet for a moment, "It just hurts a little I guess..."

"What hurts babe?" I asked him, "Tell me."

He stayed quite for a long time and I began to worry.

"Dean?" I asked into the phone, "Baby what's wrong?"

"Uh nothin its just my um, it's my leg. I think I banged it up during a match. It's a pain in the ass." He mumbled and I frowned.

"Maybe get a trainer to check it out when you get down here?" I suggested, but still felt worried, "Is that it, Dean? You've been acting different..."

"I've been acting different?" He shouted suddenly then paused and sighed, "I'm not the one acting different, Seth."

"What's that's suppose to mean?" I asked him while sitting up in my bed.

"You.. your just..." he started and stopped then groaned.

"Dean talk to me." I say to him, "What did I do?"

He stayed silent for a moment before sighing, "We need to have a big talk tonight. Huge."

"Um alright." I say to him, "After your match in my dressing room. Meet me there."

"Yeah." He said, his voice sounding upset.

"Dean, baby just talk to me now." I say, not wanting to hear him like this, "Tell me what's wrong."

"Seth, I-" he started but was cut off but a loud noise.

"What the hell was that?" I immediately ask.

"I don't know-" he started to say but was cut off by a voice.

"Dean!" I heard Renee shout, "Where the heck are you?"

"Bathroom!" I heard Dean answer back loudly, "Renee what's wrong-"

"Get out here, now!" I heard her shout again.

"Is everything alright?" I asked him as I heard a door close.

"I don't know. You know how Rene gets." He answered.

"Who are you on the phone with?" I heard Renee ask again, "Hang up."

"What the hell is this?" I heard Dean mumble

"Dean?" I asked him, "Dean what's wrong?"

"I'll call you back..." he muttered.

"Dean wait-" I started to say but stopped when the call disconnected.

I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked at it with confused thoughts.

I sighed before tossing it onto the bed.

This is not how I expected things to go.

I felt like a weighty had been lifted off my shoulders when I ended things with that stupid bastard... but I feel as though another weight was slowly being a applied to my shoulders.

Dean never knew about him.

So what was he so upset about?

Why was he being so distant?

I sighed again before glancing down at my left hand and fiddling with the ring on my finger.

Why can't things just feel like they should feel when you wear this?