Wayside Tavern 2015

So I thought it was time for another visit to my little pocket dimension that is the Wayside Tavern.

It goes without saying that I own no one or anything but the Tavern and my OC's the wrestlers belong to themselves and the WWE.

Hope you are all going to enjoy this and please if you could take the time to leave a review I would appreciate it.

Part One

Opening the heavy old fashioned door, which none the less swung inward easily the three men stepped inside, looking round and cherishing the warmth that engulfed them. Carefully positioning his crutches to help him move over to the reception desk, the smallest of the trio leaned against the desk as he hit the bell. The other two grinned at each other following him carrying their bags between them, stopping to drop them down as they stood at the desk behind their friend, as they waited for someone to help them. A slightly flustered looking older lady eventually appeared and gave them an apologetic smile.

"Sorry to keep you waiting dears, do you have a reservation?" She asked them as the men paused in opening their coats and pulling off the beanies they were wearing, as well as the biggest member of the trio unwinding a scarf from around his face revealing his handsome and rugged good looks.

"Yeah rooms in the names of Rollins, Ambrose and Reigns." He said giving a slight shudder at the cold. "Lot of snow out there."

"Oh yes sir, we pride ourselves at being able to offer the full variety of winter activities from off piste skiing to sleigh rides here at the Wayside Tavern." The woman told them with a friendly smile. "Ah yes here we are, your rooms are on the first floor." She looked at the three men her eyes settling on Mr Rollins. "Will you be able to manage the stairs we don't have guest rooms on the ground floor, and in keeping with the style of the Tavern, elevators have never been installed."

Seth had been frowning at the mention of all the winter activities which he was not going to be able to partake in, due to his injury, now though his face took on a petulant scowl.

"Oh don't worry about him." Dean replied before Seth could complain. "We'll make sure he gets up and down."

"Yeah you leave him to us." Roman added as he accepted the old fashioned room keys that the woman was offering him.

Smiling at them all the woman replied. "We hope you enjoy your stay here at the Wayside Tavern gentlemen, mealtimes for the main dining room are on the menus in your rooms however the small dining room is always open for drinks and snacks, and of course plenty of hot chocolate."

Dean was the one who frowned at that. "Is there a bar?" He asked a worried smile on his face.

"Oh come on dude who needs a bar." Seth interrupted with an evil grin on his face. "Just think of that lovely hot chocolate."

Dean scowled at Seth and glared at Roman who had booked the break for the three of them. The woman seeing them bickering had turned away and was now attending to another patron, an elderly lady who needed something.

"Great Job Roman." Dean growled as the other man handed out the keys.

"Yeah." Seth added. "If we wanted to freeze our asses off we could have stayed at mine, at least I could get around, here I'm going to be stuck inside this hotel, I'll never get around comfortably in all that snow."

"That's the whole idea." Roman said with a smile. "We just chill out you know take some time to relax."

Dean pocketed his key and picked up his bag. "Yeah well I chill a whole lot better with a bottle of jack or a few beers." He grouched. "I can't believe you brought us to a place with no bar." He looked down the hall way and scowled again seeing how many older people were walking along the hallways he couldn't see anyone under the age of fifty. "Damn it Roman you brought us to an old folks home not even any pretty women to get friendly with."

Roman sighed they were off to a great start by the looks of it both Seth and Dean hated it here, and it was a lot colder out there than he had expected. When he had checked on line it looked like a nice out of the way place, somewhere to relax and not worry about fans or the press. "Relax you two." He told his brothers. "I'm sure they have a bar Dean, I mean what respectable resort site doesn't and Seth there will be plenty for you to do I'm sure, the advert I saw said this is where the magic happens." He smiled at Dean. "It's the middle of the afternoon what do you want to bet all the hot young women are out enjoying the snow."

Dean and Seth both gave him hopeful, you think looks, as they slowly made their way down the corridor, catering to Seth's injury. All three of them wondered if there was anyone to help with the bags but none of them said anything. When they reached the staircase Roman grabbed the other guys bags and Dean grabbed Seth's crutches with one hand and offered his friend his shoulder to lean on as he hobbled up the single flight of stairs. By the time they had reached the top Seth felt like he had done a round of physio for his leg.

"You booked this place to kill me off didn't you Ro?" He groaned looking back down the stairs thinking about how he would have to make his way up and down a few times a day.

"Oh don't be such a drama Queen." Dean interjected. "We'll be able to carry you up and down when we don't have the bags and your crutches to manage."

"Oh yeah that'll be great till you see some pretty girl and drop me on my ass so you can go flirt with her." Seth grouched as Dean handed him said crutches.

"Oh come on, bro's before ho's." Dean replied as Roman walked off down the corridor leaving the two of them to their bickering, while he looked for their rooms.

He soon found them at the end of the hallway the three of them next to each other, smiling at the novelty he inserted one of the keys into a lock and tuned it before throwing open the door and looking inside. He gave a low whistle at the sight that met his eyes. There was a full sized bed against the far wall, the floor length windows allowing the outside light to stream into the room, and he suspected if the drapes were left back the morning sunlight would cover the bed. A large comfortable looking couch, big enough for him to lie full length on, if he so wished, he suspected, faced the window with a large heavy looking coffee table sitting in front of it What looked to be a functional open fire sat on the wall facing the bed and above it hung a 52 inch television. The rest of the room's furniture was a heavy looking wardrobe and chest of drawers along with a dressing table and two beside tables one on each side of the bed. There were two doors one he suspected led to his en-suite the other he was not sure about, dropping his bag just inside the door leaving Dean and Seth to their bickering he walked over to open the doors.

One as he thought led to his en-suite that contained a Jacuzzi style bath, along with a separate shower, a bidet, sink and toilet. He could not help smiling at the thought of how good that bath was going to feel after a day on the slopes. Exiting the bathroom he opened the other door and found himself looking into a room similar to the one he was in the only real difference was the colour scheme.

"Hey, not bad." Dean said having come in behind Roman and followed him. "Not quite my colour though, let's see what the other room is like." He strode across the room and threw open one of the doors on the opposite side. "Whoops bathroom." He said with a grin before pulling open the other door and looking inside, he smirked when he saw the third room it was a little darker in its
decoration and he felt it suited him perfectly.

"Dibs." He announced with a smirk on his face."You have the first room
Roman and Sethy can have the middle one that way both of us can rush in
to help him when he needs it."

Roman nodded unable to hide his smile at Seth"s pout on hearing Dean's
words.

"Who says I need help?" He demanded as he looked around the room they were in, truth to tell he did like this one best.

"Oh please." Dean replied walking over and dropping an arm over Seth's
shoulders. "Since you turned on your brothers you can't find your ass
with your hands, you are the authorities bitch and we all know it."

Roman struggled to hide his laughter but failed miserably especially
when Seth got that indignant look on his face. Dean added his own
chuckles to Roman's as the other man glared at them both.

"It was a story line, as both you fuckers know." He growled at them both.

"Aww relax Sethy." Dean replied with a grin as Seth shrugged off his arm and moved away over to the bed. "We're just here to have some fun and some down time."

Finally getting himself under control Roman looked at the other man who was now sitting on the bed with his crutches laying beside him. "If you don't like this room you can have the other one." He offered.

Seth gave him a tight grin and shook his head. "No its okay I kind of like this room, and I can always lock the connecting doors." He glanced over at Dean who was now looking serious.

"Hey its not like we're going to burst in on you or anything." He told Seth before coming over to join his brothers.

Seth sighed and threw his crutches on the bed, before flopping back and looking up at the ceiling, feeling the bed dip twice as each of the other men in turn joined him there. "I just hate feeling so fucking helpless." He admitted. "I can't even get up the stairs by myself."

Roman and Dean looked at each other before grabbing Seth's hands in theirs and hauling him up again.

"We get that, which is the idea of this break, so you have us around to help you've suffered a nasty knee injury bro and your brothers want to be here for you." Roman said suddenly serious, sensing Seth's frustration with what had happened. "Let us help you for a while, we can just hang out in the lounge all day if that's what you want we don't have to go outside and there have to be some indoor recreations." Dean nodded along with this sentiment. "You're going to come back from this bro, better than ever and if I'm still champ we can fight it out for the belt."

"Yeah Seth." Dean agreed. "Maybe the authority will turn on you and, Roman and I can come out and make the save, then we could have a run as the shield again."

Seth could not help smiling at that, it gave him a kind of warm glow inside knowing that no matter what life handed them, Roman and Dean would always be there for him, they would always be brothers. "You are right." He agreed. "I'll take this room and you can come check on me if you want." He laughed and Roman and Dean joined in. "Let's just chill out and relax and have some fun."

"Well as much as we can with no bar." Dean groused before standing up and grabbing his bag. "I'm going to unpack, how about we meet at the top of the stairs in fifteen minutes?" Without waiting for a reply he headed into his chosen room and closed the door firmly behind him.

"Sounds like a plan." Roman said to no one in particular, as he too stood up and headed for his bag.

"Ro." He heard Seth's voice behind him and turned round looking at his friend. "My knee really hurts do you think you could unpack for me?" Was Seth really giving him puppy dog eyes?

He shuddered slightly and tried to put that thought out of his head. "Okay sure just don't look at me like that." Grabbing Seth's bag and opening it, he missed the smirk on Seth's face before he flopped back onto the bed laughing to himself.

Once he had unpacked for Seth, Roman headed to his own room and did the same for himself , he ended up being the last one of the three to make it to the top of the stairs which they descended as a group. Luckily the staircase was a wide one so they made their way down Seth in the middle one arm over the shoulders of the other two, while Dean and Roman carried a crutch each. Once at the bottom they headed for the dining room to see if any food was available. The trio were disappointed in their quest, however a helpful member of staff did point them in the direction of the small dining room where they could at least stave off the hunger pangs till dinner, and get Dean some nice hot chocolate, hopefully with marshmallows in it.

Entering the small dining room their hearts dropped into their boots, the room was full of old ladies, snacking and gossiping ninety to the dozen, that is at least till the three of them walked in. All conversations stopped and it seemed that every eye turned to them at once; it was as if they all let out a collective coo and then like a flock of buzzards swooped in on them. The three were quickly separated and Seth found himself surrounded by elderly grannies who were commiserating with him in one sentence, and giving him intimate details of joint replacement surgery's in the next. While others extolled the virtues of invalid carriages and mobility scooters. It was official, he thought to himself as he drowned in the drone from the old ladies, Roman had brought them to hell.

Hell pretty much summed up Dean's reaction to their current situation too, he was surrounded by old ladies who wanted to pinch his cheeks feel his muscles and a couple at least had grabbed his butt. On the whole having your butt grabbed could be a good thing if it was a pretty girl and you were sweet talking her into your bed, when it was an old lady old enough to be his granny if he had one, then it was downright creepy. He backed up slowly till his back hit the wall, okay now no one could grab his ass but he was trapped by the wall of humanity that seemed to want to engulf him.

Roman owed his good looks to both his Italian and Samoan ancestry and the old ladies were the kind he remembered from home, within seconds wallets had been pulled out and he was being shown pictures of granddaughters who were 'such nice girls'. Mentally sighing he praised the young ladies and showed awe at their cooking skills, was this really the place the magic happened?

Originally I planned this as a one shot but it just got too long for that so there will be several chapters.