"I'M SORRY, DID YOU SAY BROTHER? BROTHER, I AIN'T YOUR BROTHER." Dean snarled into the mic, shooting daggers into Seth's chest with his death glare. His heart was pounding in his chest and his muscles tensed as he stared him in the eyes. As much as he craved to forgive him, he couldn't. He couldn't forgive him after what he had done to their precious faction. "I MEAN, I KNEW A GUY WHO LOOKED A LOT LIKE YOU ONCE. HE WAS A LIAR. THAT GUY TOOK A CHAIR JUST LIKE THIS ONE AND HE STABBED ME RIGHT THROUGH MY BACK AND RIGHT THROUGH MY HEART."
Dean's eyes teared up as he stared at Seth. The two were wrestling soulmates and at one point, potential lovers, but all of that disappeared when Seth struck his two fellow members in the back with a cold, hard steel chair. That day was one none of them forget; that's the day when Dean fell apart at the seams, barely hanging on by a single thread.
He wanted Seth to know how much he suffered at the hands of someone he thought cared.
"AND THAT WAS OVER THREE YEARS AGO, ALRIGHT? AND YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M SORRY." Seth screamed, getting into Dean's face. He took a deep breath and backed up. He could tell Dean was on the verge of crying and seeing the lunatic crinkling beneath the pressure felt like a blow to the gut; he felt his breath be taken away at the sight. He wanted to tell Dean that it was all a big mistake, but words wouldn't make the difference. At least, not yet. "AND I NEVER SAID THAT BEFORE, SO I'LL SAY IT AGAIN. I'M SORRY, ALRIGHT? I LIVE WITH THAT EVERY SINGLE DAY OF MY LIFE."