(A/n: Here, have the shattered remains of my psyche. Rated for language and whatever. bye *sobs*)
They walked back to their locker room in silence. They could hear the whispers in the halls, the people scattering out of the way. No one wanted to be in the way of an irate and wounded Samoan tank and his mentally unhinged partner.
Roman slammed the door to their room open, eyes narrowed as he lowered over to the spot where they'd dropped their gear.
Of course Seth's was gone.
Dean scoffed and sat down heavily on the bench, running a hand through his hair. Roman sat down beside him and Dean's lips quirked.
"I told you not to welcome him back as easily as you did. You should've known he was gonna turn on us again. He did it once with no damn problem, what the hell made you think he wouldn't do it again?"
"Dean, do you really wanna go there with me right now?"
The two leered at one another before they noticed a shadow looming over them. They looked back and found one Bo Dallas beaming at them. His smile grew.
"Hi! I couldn't help but to notice what happened out there. That sucks" he started. Dean stared at him and Roman rolled his eyes, snatching his bag up and standing. Bo blinked and rushed to get in front of him.
"Wait, where are you going?"
"I don't have time for whatever you have to say. Move." He growled. Dean stood as well, hissing when his back protested. Bo's smile faltered.
"Don't go yet. Although it sucks how your partner was a traitor, I wanted to let you both know that its okay! Hunter won't have the upper hand" he grinned. Dean walked right up to him and shook his head.
"You do know that three against one is not even, right? Especially when one of them has a goddamn sledgehammer and another was our damn TEAM MATE. Seth knows our weaknesses. He knows and they're gonna exploit that." He hissed. Bo crossed his arms and rocked on the balls of his feet.
"But they don't know about me that well!"
"Why would they care? You have nothing to do with…this…" Dean trailed off when he saw the way Bo's smile return full force. Roman noticed, too.
"No. Hell no."
"I'll join you two! I can fill in!"
"Absolutely not"
"C'mon, they'll never see it coming!"
Roman and Dean exchanged a look before they looked back to him.
"What makes you think we'll just accept an outsider into this stable after our best friend turned on us?" Roman grunted, growing more and more impatient. Bo tilted his head and blinked owlishly at them.
"The enemy of your enemy is your friend. I'm your friend"
Dean looked between the two of them, eyes wide.
"Who told him he was our friend? Rome, did you tell him he was our friend?" He inquired. Roman sent him a flat look and Bo just hummed.
"I'll go let Sandra know to make me a cool vest like yours! Bolieve in the shield!" He cheered, lifting both of their fists and bumping them with his before he jogged away, blissfully unaware of the confusion he'd left behind.
Roman and Dean stood in silence for a moment before Roman ran a hand down his face.
"What just happened?" He questioned. Dean shrugged after a moment.
"Fuck if I know. I think we just got a new member. Shit."
