So Big Cass ripped out my heart, threw it in his mouth, chewed it up real good and then puked it into the toilet when he betrayed Enzo. So while I was grieving in my room and deleting all his pictures from my phone my dad came in and said "I haven't seen you like this since that Seth guy hit those other guys with that chair thing."

So then I had this idea.

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06/19/17

I felt bad for you Enzo.

Your mouth writes cheques that your ass can't cash.

You're the reason I've never been a champion in the WWE!

You and me are through.

You and me are through.

Enzo Amore opened his eyes with a gasp and was met with the familiar white lights of a hospital. Why did he always end up in a damn hospital? God damn it.

"Enzo?" Enzo turned his head to see the general manager standing on the other side of the room.

"Kurt?" He asked groggily, "What are you doin' here? What happened this time? Where's Cass? He hurt too?"

Angle opened his mouth but didn't answer, he came closer to Enzo's bed and cleared his throat..

Enzo sat up a bit, leaning on his elbows, "What happened?"

"Enzo," said Kurt slowly, "Cass... Cass isn't here."

The look on his face made Enzo's heart drop to the pit of his stomach. He blinked.

"It wasn't a dream was it." he realised.

Kurt shook his head, "I'm sorry, no."

Enzo blinked, feeling his breaths go slower. He lay back down, and closed his eyes again. He had been hoping it was a dream. Praying really. That it was just another nightmare. It's not like he'd never had nightmares like that before. Nightmares about his best friend betraying him, spitting in his face and telling him that he was a waste of space. Calling him weak and useless and not worth a dime. He had the nightmare over and over again and when he woke up gasping, Big Cass was always there to tell him that it was just a dream. Just a nightmare that would never come true. That's what Big Cass always told him.

Apparently, he lied.

Cass lied.

Enzo opened his eyes again, this time little drops of moisture decorating the corners. He tried to blink them away but that only made them roll down the side of his face. Enzo sat up and swung his legs to the floor.

"Can I go?" he asked Angle, his eyes not looking up at him, "Nothin's wrong with me, right? I can go?"

Kurt sighed, "Technically you can, but I'd rather... Enzo wait."

Enzo didn't wait for the sentence to finish. He stood up and made for the door.

"Thanks for staying, Kurt. I'll just go now."

"I don't think..." Kurt sighed, knowing that Enzo wouldn't listen, "Alright then. But at least let me give you a ride."

Enzo opened the door, "No thanks I'll walk."

"Amore-"

"Thanks Kurt" Enzo said again before walking out and shutting the door behind him.

Enzo walked as if his legs were on auto pilot. He found his way out of the hospital with no problem. It wasn't the first time he had had to walk out of one after an injury. It was the first time he had had to do it alone though. Because Cass was always there, just like he promised he would. Except not this time.

Because Cass lied.

Evansville Indiana. Enzo wasn't familiar with the place. In fact after 5 minutes of walking he was hopelessly lost. Not that he minded at all. He just walked, head down and feet basically dragging behind him. He was dizzy too. His eyes blurring at the edges and his feet stumbling every couple of steps. He didn't know if it was from the blow to his head or the fact that his chest was practically empty. Either way, if he kept going like this, he was likely to fall into the road and get run over.

Not that he minded at all.

Enzo did eventually stop. He saw a bench, and he dropped down on it, not at all gently. He put his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands and he let out a shuddering breath that he had been holding in since he woke up on that hospital bed. He sat like that, breathing and blinking. Breathing and blinking. That was all he could do. That was all he could will himself to do. He didn't know how long he stood there. It could have been hours or minutes. He couldn't think about time, he was too busy breathing and blinking. Breathing and blinking. Breathing and blin-

"Here. You look like you need one."

Enzo stopped blinking. He turned his head slowly and saw that he was no longer alone on the bench in the middle of nowhere. Someone was sitting there, a small cooler box in front of him, a beer in his right hand, and another one on his left, being held out to Enzo. Enzo frowned when he saw that it was none other than Dean Ambrose.

When Enzo stayed silent, Dean offered the beer again, "Trust me, you need it."

Enzo didn't feel much like moving, but he found himself taking the beer nonetheless. He nodded his thanks and then opened it to take a drink.

Head still hung and beer in both hands, Enzo stayed quiet. Next to him, Dean was quiet too, just drinking his beer and looking at the sky.

"What are you doing here?" asked Enzo finally.

Dean shrugged, "I left the Arena early and decided to take a walk. I was supposed to meet Roman at a bar but I got lost. He's on his way to pick me up now."

"How does he know where you are?"

"He got a tracking device put in my phone," said Dean, "I get lost a lot."

Enzo snorted and took another drink, "Cass gets lost a lot too. I'm always telling him to wear a bell."

At the mention of Cass, Enzo lifted the beer to his lips and downed half the bottle.

"I heard what happened." Said Dean quietly, "Wasn't there to see it but I watched at the bar I was at and-"

"I don't wanna talk about it," said Enzo,

Dean nodded, "That's cool. I'm not that much of a listener anyway so-"

"I don't get it." Enzo cut him off.

"So... you do wanna talk about it?" Dean cleared his throat, looking around, "You should wait for Roman he's better at-"

"We were doing fine. We were doing great. Sure we weren't winning matches all over the place but... but we were doing great." Enzo downed the rest of his beer, luckily Dean had another on standby.

"Why'd he do it?" he asked quietly. He turned to Dean, "Why would he do that to me?"

"Roman should only be a few minutes, I'm sure he-"

"We been partners for 4 years." Enzo continued, "We been best friends for longer. I've been to hell and back with that guy and now he-" he stopped to take a breath when his voice croaked.

"Why would he do this to me?" he asked in a whisper.

Dean had said before. He wasn't much good in these situations. He never knew what do say. And if he did say something, he usually ended up making it worse. But for some reason, he felt like being quiet right now wasn't the way to go.

"I know how you feel," he said.

Enzo scoffed, "No you don't.

Dean raised an eyebrow, "Look who you're talking to. Trust me, I know."

Enzo looked up and remembered, "Right. Sorry. I forgot."

Dean shrugged, "I know. It's old news."

Enzo frowned up at him, "How did you get over it? You and Roman. How'd you deal?"

Dean shrugged, "I didn't. This probably isn't what you wanna hear, but you don't just get over something like that. But you do deal with it." He snorted, "Hell, the whole WWE universe saw how I dealt with it. I kicked his ass every chance I got. Roman... he just tried to pretend it didn't happen. Then he went to therapy. He's real put together that way."

"Therapy," snorted Enzo, "I don't think that's gonna help me."

"Yeah, Rome only lasted a week."

They sat in silence for a while again after that. Enzo went through another beer. He was on his third when a dark blue truck pulled up behind them. The person inside rolled down the window.

"Dean?"

Dean turned around, "About damn time, Rome!"

Enzo heard Roman sigh loudly and turn the engine off. He heard him approach the bench and sat on Dean's other side. "Hey Enzo." Enzo raised his glass in greeting.

Roman reached into the cooler and then paused, "Dean. What happened to the beer?" he asked.

"What? There's still some in there."

"There's one!"

"Yeah. You're welcome."

Roman groaned, "Bitch."

"Jerk." Dean smiled back, "And don't worry, we're still going to the bar anyway, right?" he turned to Enzo, "We're going to a bar. You coming?"

Enzo shrugged, "Thanks. But I think I'll just go to bed and cry a lot." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he winced, "Did I say that out loud?"

Dean nodded, "You did."

"Nothing's wrong with crying once in a while," shrugged Roman opening the last beer.

Dean nudged Enzo, "Told you he's all in touch with his feelings."

"What?" Roman frowned at Dean, "What did you say? What are you telling people? Enzo he lied."

"Relax Roman I didn't tell him about your teddy bear collection. We were just talking about how you dealt with the whole Seth thing."

Roman glared, "Why were you talking about how I dealt with..." he paused when he realised, "Oh."

He looked at Enzo, who was still nursing his beer in both hands, "Right, I saw what went down."

Enzo shrugged, "It ain't a big deal."

Roman and Dean glanced at each other and then at the broke down looking man next to them. Dean subtly jerked his head towards Enzo.

"Talk to him," he mouthed to Roman.

Roman looked at Enzo again, and then sighed. He stood up and went to the other side of the bench so that Enzo was sitting between the two of them.

"Listen Amore," he said, "Cass is an idiot."

Enzo just scoffed.

"I mean it, he is. He did what he did 'cause he fell in that same trap half the roster fell in. The whole 'looking out for number 1' thing. In a couple years it's gonna come back to bite him in the ass, trust me."

Enzo didn't answer. He just looked at his beer.

"I heard everything he said in the ring," Roman continued, "You know it's not true."

"Is it," said Enzo quietly.

"No it's-"

"It is." He snapped, "I know you're tryna help but I ain't stupid. Everything he said is damn true. I have been holding him back." Enzo ran a hand over his face as he gulped down the lump in his throat. Now that he had started he didn't think he'd be able to stop. "Cass is good. He's damn good in that ring and if it weren't for me he'd probably be a champ by now, I know it."

"Enzo-"

"And I know what it's like teaming up with me," he continued, "I know I talk too much and I know I'm too much to handle and I know I run my mouth to hell and back. I know how damn annoying I can be, people tell me every damn day. Every friend I've ever had has left me 'cause of how I am and I get it. Believe me, I get it. But Cass-" his voice choked "Cass was supposed to be different. He swore he was different. He swore he'd never ditch me like everyone else did. He swore he'd never leave like that." He had to stop talking because the lump in his throat was too big to let words through. His fingers tightened around the half empty beer as a tear rolled from his cheek onto the glass, "How could he do that to me?" he whispered, "How could he say those things to me? It ain't like I don't know. It ain't like I don't know that nobody likes me in the back. But I just don't care. It don't matter because Cass likes me. Cass loves me. He's my brother, he's always there so it don't matter what everybody thinks of me because I got Cass." He shook his head, taking another gulp from his beer, "Well, I had Cass."

Dean and Roman glanced at each other, looking over his head. Just like Dean had said, they knew how Enzo felt. They had been there. And 3 years later, it still hurt like a bitch. They knew what Enzo was going through, but they had no idea what to do to make him feel better. Hell, they didn't think anything could make him feel better at this point. Dean and Roman had been just as shocked as everyone else when Corey Graves put up that footage, if not more. The two hardly agreed on anything, but when those attacks on Enzo started, they were both willing to bet that it definitely wasn't Cass. No way it could've been Big Cass. They had been sure.

But then again, they had been just as sure that Seth wouldn't stab them in the back.

"You know Enzo," said Dean quietly, "It's not true that no one likes you."

Enzo snorted.

"Honestly," said Dean, "I mean sure you are pretty annoying, and you do talk a lot and you've got that weird beard and that confusing hair and those really loud clothes and that god awful dancing and-"

Roman cleared his throat loudly, shutting Dean up.

"My point," continued Dean, "Is that if you weren't all those things, you'd just be... normal. And nobody likes normal. Well I don't at least."

"Me either," said Roman, "If I did I'd probably be sleeping instead of sitting here with you two on a park bench in a strange town."

Enzo couldn't help but smile at his lap.

"So, to the bar now?"

"Dean," sighed Roman, "It's almost 2 am. What we all need is sleep."

"Come on Rome. It's been a bad night for all of us. I mean I got ambushed, you lost a match, Enzo got-"

"Hey," Roman snapped, "I did not lose."

Dean sighed, "Roman-"

"I didn't! He did not pin me, therefore, I don't think it should count."

"Roman you passed out."

"That wasn't my fault." He snarled, getting angry, "He did not pin me, therefore I did not lose. Simple as that."

Dean tried hard not to smirk. He nudged Enzo softly, "You'll come to learn that Roman really doesn't like losing."

"Ambrose, I did not lose!" he exclaimed, all but stomping his foot.

"Fine. Fine," Dean held his hands up, "You feel like going to the bar yet?"

Roman just snarled at him, "You're a bitch you know that?"

"I know." Smirked Dean.

Between them, Enzo snorted despite himself, and Dean almost glowed with pride. Maybe he wasn't as bad at making people feel better as he thought.

Enzo lifted a hand to rub the moisture off his face. He frowned, "I think I might have cried a bit in the ring," he said quietly, "Do you think anyone saw that?"

"Oh yeah," nodded Dean, "It was really obvious with your face being pink and your eyes all wet and there was also-" he stopped when he saw Roman silently screaming at him to shut up. Dean cleared his throat, "I mean, no. No, I don't think anyone saw."

Enzo sighed and Roman rubbed his face, "Alright, I think it's time to go back to the hotel now."

He stood up and took the empty cooler in front of Dean. Dean stood up after him and Enzo raise his beer, "See ya." He said quietly.

Roman frowned, "uh, when I said, 'we' I meant you too."

Enzo just shook his head, "I can't go there."

"Why not?" asked Dean.

Enzo sighed, "We share a room." He said simply.

Dean and Roman glanced at each other. Oh.

"Well," started Roman, "You could sleep in our room tonight. We got two big beds and Dean can sleep on the couch."

"Why do I gotta sleep on the couch?" muttered Dean, but he shut up after a nudge from Roman.

"Come on Amore, you know we're not gonna leave you in the middle of nowhere."

Enzo finally looked up at them warily, "I'll be fine, I-"

"Don't make me carry you," said Roman, crossing his arms "Cause I will. Like a sack of potatoes."

Dean nodded, "He ain't kidding.

They waited while Enzo eyes them to see if they were being serious. They were. So he found himself following the two to Roman's truck that was parked on the side of the road.

As soon as the car roared to life, Dean fiddled with the radio until Bon Jovi rang out.

"Oh come on," groaned Roman.

Dean ignored him and sang loudly about being a cowboy.

The hotel wasn't as far as Enzo thought it was, meaning he hadn't been that lost in the first place. Because it was so late (or early) the lobby was empty, and so were all the hallways, so the three got to Roman and Dean's room with no interruptions.

"Take that bed." Said Roman to Enzo. Amore just stood there with his hands in his pockets.

"I'll take the couch." He shrugged. "Seriously," he said when they were about to protest, "Thanks. For everything, really. You didn't have to do any of this for me, so thanks. And I get that you're probably feeling real sorry for me right now after the whole crying in front of the world thing, but I'm good. And I'm invading your space enough as it is, I can't take your bed too."

Dean and Roman looked at each other and sighed.

"Look," said Dean, "Obviously you're not getting it. You had a shitty night. You're about to have a shitty sleep. And, that thing you're feeling in your chest right now? It's only gonna get worse. Trust us. We know. And there is absolutely nothing we can do about it. But one thing we can do is give you a bed. So when we tell you to sleep in the fucking bed, we mean, sleep in the fucking bed. Not because we're feeling sorry for you, not because we think you're weak for crying, but because you need. A fucking. Bed."

Enzo looked at Dean wide eyed as he spoke. When he finished, he blinked and nodded quickly, "Okay."

Dean smiled, "Good. Bathrooms there if you need to change. I assume you don't wanna sleep in leather."

Enzo took a step towards the bathroom, and then stopped.

"Your bags are in your hotel room aren't they." Said Roman.

Enzo nodded with a sigh.

"You got your room key?"

Enzo nodded, but it was obvious from the look on his face that he really didn't want to go up there, "You know what, I think I'll just sleep in leather."

Roman scoffed, and held out his hand, "Nah, just give me the key I'll get your stuff."

Enzo's eyebrows went up, "What? No, no, that's okay you don't gotta-"

"Amore." Roman's tone shut Enzo up, and the look on his face told him to just listen. So reluctantly, Enzo pulled the room key out of his pocket and handed it over.

"How do I know which stuff is yours?" asked Roman as he made for the door. Enzo snorted, "You'll know."

When he left, Dean grinned at Enzo, "See? Told you he's good at this."

Enzo and Cass's room was a floor above Dean and Roman's. Considering it was the early hours of the morning, Big Cass was probably in there. Sleeping peacefully while Enzo had to fight to keep from crying again. Roman's teeth were clenched as he slid the key into the door. His anger at the seven footer surprised him, considering he and Enzo were far from close. Well, before tonight. In fact, he didn't remember ever talking to the man except for today. Maybe it was because they didn't really have anything in common before. Well now they did. They were both victims of betrayal, and sharing something like that kinda drew people together in his opinion. Maybe that was why he felt such a strong urge to bash Cass's brains out in his sleep.

As it turned out, Big Cass wasn't sleeping. When Roman let himself in, Cass wasn't even in the room. Probably a good thing too, so Roman could just get Enzo's stuff and be out. When he flipped on the switch, he saw that Enzo had been right. Roman new immediately what was his and what was Cass's. Half the bags in the room were plain black. The other half were so brightly coloured in animal print that Roman almost had to squint. The bags were far heavier than they looked. And there was a lot of them too. But Roman was more of a 'one trip' kinda guy, so he heaved bag after bag over his shoulders and neck and arms until he had them all.

Getting through the door was a mission, but he managed. He had to close the door with his foot and yank the key out with one finger. He was already tired and he wasn't even at the stairs yet. Roman started down the hallway towards his own room weighed down by way too many clothes, when at the end of the hallway, the elevator doors opened, and from them emerged the seven foot figure.

"Speak of the devil," muttered Roman to himself.

Big Cass stopped when he saw Roman, and what he was holding. He smirked.

"So Enzo found someone else to do his heavy lifting already huh?"

Roman gritted his teeth but didn't answer. Big Cass leaned against the wall on his side, crossing his arms, "You Reigns? I never woulda called it." Roman kept walking, "A word of advice for ya. Get rid of Amore as soon as you can. Me? I waited too long, but damn it feels good to be away from that pain in the ass."

Roman could almost feel smoke blowing out of his nose, but he just told himself to keep walking.

"Trust me." Continued Cass, "There's nothing like losing some dead weight. And if you were smart you'd get rid of Ambrose. I hear he ain't worth the trouble he causes,"

That's when Roman finally stopped walking. By now he was right in front of Cass, who was blocking the elevator.

The seven footer obviously wasn't as smart as he thought, because he kept talking, "Friends ain't gonna get you anywhere in the WWE." He said, "I been learning that the hard way. Honestly you have no idea how could it felt to get everything off my chest. And to embarrass him in front of all his little fans?" he shook his head with a grin, "Damn that was good."

One by one, Roman started putting the bags down. Cass obviously didn't notice, because he kept talking. And talking. And talking. By the time, he noticed, all the bags were on the floor.

"You taking those to him ain't you?' he nodded at the bags, "Well when you see Enzo, tell him something for me."

Roman snarled, "I don't think Enzo wants to hear anything from you. And he sure ain't got nothing to say to you. And besides, I'm not a messenger boy," he said, "I'm just a delivery boy. And you're in my way."

Cass just snorted, "Whatever Reigns." He walked past Roman, bumping his shoulder as he went. Roman gritted his teeth. He closed his eyes, willing himself to just get in the damn elevator and just get to the damn room and just-

"Hey Cassady," he called, turning around. Cass turned.

Roman stepped over the bags and walked closer, "Enzo might not have anything to say, but I sure do."

"Yeah?" snorted Cass, "And what's-" he didn't get to finish the sentence, only gasping as a flying fist hit him square in the temple. His giant body crumbled to the floor, completely knocked out, Roman sighed as he flexed his fingers. He had tried to keep walking. He really did. But sometimes people just needed to get punched.

When Roman got back to the room, Dean was watching TV on the couch with a bowl of peanuts and Enzo looked fast asleep on one of the beds.

"You get lost?" asked Dean. Roman shook his head as he put the bags down.

"I ran into Cassady."

Dean raised his eyebrows as he looked at Roman. His jaw was still clenched and his eyes had that look.

"What did you do?" he asked.

Roman shrugged, "Nothing."

Dean snorted, "Really."

"Mh mmh." Roman nodded, "Nothing at all."

Dean just looked at him.

"Well," said Roman slowly, "he might've ran into my fist a bit. But that's all."

Dean snorted, "Of course."

Once all the bags were down, Roman joined Dean on the couch. He looked back at the sleeping Enzo spread out on the bed.

"You think he'll be okay?"

Dean sighed, "Not for a long time."

Roman nodded and took a handful from the bowl.

"But we turned out all right, right?" said Dean, "Took a while, but we're good."

"Yeah," said Roman, "but that's cause we weren't alone. Cass is all he had."

Dean shrugged, "Yeah well, he's not alone either," he said, "Not anymore."