Numb fingers slipped over his thighs, eyes low as he gritted his teeth together, stitches being placed into the back of his head after a match he didn't ever want to speak about again, He'd fallen through, very literally, a ladder which had snapped and struck his head. Not the way Dean wanted to go out at Wrestlemania, but, it was an exit his fans wouldn't forget any time soon. Only thing was it was the first time he'd lost at the biggest WWE event of the year and that was a sour taste in his mouth. That made him curse under his breath for probably the 40th time in the last half an hour and the fact he was taken out by Harper made his blood boil. He'd been up against the bigger male many times in the past, outside of WWE, inside of WWE, they weren't the greatest of friends and that tended to show in the ring when they fought each other.
When the nurse advised him he was good to go, Dean stood up and moved back out to the hallway, eyes glancing around to see who he could find to bother until the end of the event. His time was over now and he didn't have much to do except to hang around and watch it from the back. He, unlike some of the others, couldn't go out and sit amongst the crowded ring side, he'd of been mauled. He grabbed a bottle of water and tapped the side of it with his forefinger, a soft hum moving from parted lips.
"Ambrose, What up?" His eyes flicked up to see Roman walking towards him, a grin spreading across his face as he saw his Shield brother heading towards him, standing up, he smacked his hand with Roman's and hugged him as per usual. It was a lot closer than usual, and it made Dean swallow thickly, sitting back down, Roman sat beside him and he cocked his head to look at him, "I can't fuckin' believe it, Ro, I got fucked over fucking again." Dean knew he wasn't going to win the match, that had been predetermined, but getting out so early had really fucked up the entire game plan.
Roman shrugged, looking at Dean, "Man, anything can happen out there, Y'know that but it sucks, I can see why you'd be mad. How bout we hit the bar tonight? Get a drink?" Roman nudged Dean and Dean simply nodded, thumbs up with a smile on his face, "Hell yes. This time Seth won't be there to pick our sorry asses up off of the floor though." He laughed, shaking his head before he stood up, "Man, I'm gonna go get changed out of these clothes and get into something a little more comfortable." He stood, walking away from Roman, head tilting over his shoulder, "I'll be back out soon man."
Thank god the rooms were empty; he really didn't feel like dealing with people at this moment and the quiet was somewhat heaven sent around here. He sat down on one of the benches, kicking his boots off and rolling his socks off of his feet, they were red and he'd definitely need to go and get a massage tomorrow. Though he wasn't even sure if he'd be wrestling at this point tomorrow on Raw, his injury had been pretty bad and Steph and Hunter had already been down to check on him before they had to go out to check on the show them-selves. He pulled his jeans down and stepped out of them, his hands running under the seam of his tank top before he pulled it up over his head and threw it down onto the bench. He turned towards the lockers and bent over, grabbing his phone which let off a text sound, standing back up straight he replied to one of his friends who'd messaged him to check he was okay,, after putting it back down, he resumed getting unchanged and grabbed a towel. A shower, he'd decided he was going to have one at the last minute moving into the locker room, probably should have told Roman that, but he was lazy and he knew Roman would be around.
He stepped into the shower bay once he'd switched the water on, his eyes closing immediately and his hands pressing up against the wall to steady himself, he wasn't allowed to get his head wet, yet the bruises that had surfaced on his stomach and back were definitely thanking him right now. He heard the locker room door open and glanced back but didn't see anyone there, not that anyone could see him one hundred percent. His main bits were covered which was all he really cared about.
"Dean, bro. You taking a shower?" Roman's voice echoed in the shower bays and he turned back to see the man standing there just staring at him, eyes narrowed his head tilted ever so slightly and he nodded, "Does it not look like that?" He laughed softly, but Roman just blushed before turning on his feet and walking away. "The fuck…" Dean muttered to himself, a shrug leaving his tense shoulders as he turned back and washed down his body.
Why had Roman just walked out like that? He'd never seemed to have had a problem with Dean in the showers before…let alone seeing him naked. They'd all seen each other plenty of times and well, Ro had never acted that way. But it wouldn't be like Dean to run after him and check on him, he'd probably bring it up when he was half wasted after 8 beers and some horrible karaoke.