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The original characters in this story are products of my own imagination and any resemblance to them and real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.


Road Trip

Part II

Dean seemed to take Seth's advice seriously and for a few miles, there was silence; beautiful, peaceful silence. Dean stared up at the dome light, Roman stared out the window, and Seth drove. While it was a little strange to have Dean in the middle, staring up between them, he was at least quiet, and Seth began to hope he might even fall asleep and not wake up until they stopped for lunch.

Hope was soon dashed when they crossed the boarder into West Virginia. "I really need to pee," Dean remarked.

"We'll be stopping in awhile to gas up," Seth said.

"I don't have awhile," Dean remarked, twisting around again so he was sitting up. "I really, really need to pee."

"Didn't I warn you to go before we left the hotel?" Seth said, irritated that he sounded like a parent. Irritated that he sometimes had to be a parent, for these two men who were older than he was.

"I did, but that was hours ago! C'mon, Seth, I have to go."

"Man up and hold it," was Roman's advice.

"I'm thirsty, too," Dean said, and while the tone of his voice wasn't whining, it held the promise of whining to come if he didn't get his way.

"There's water in the cooler," Roman reminded him. They always kept a small portable cooler filled with ice and bottled water when they had to travel longer distances in the car.

"If I drink anything, I'll only have to go more," Dean pointed out. "Seth, buddy, my brother, please, you have to pull over." He was bouncing around in the back seat, making faces.

"All right!" Seth finally gave in. "As soon as I see a rest stop, I'll pull over!"

"I don't know if I can wait!" Dean said, through gritted teeth. "It's bad. Maybe I should use the cooler." He eyed the object of discussion, which was sitting in the footwell behind the driver's seat.

"Don't you dare!" Roman almost shouted. "That's my cooler."

"I'll buy you another one," Dean suggested, opening the lid.

"No!" Roman roared. "It's a perfect cooler. It's not too big and not too small. I've never seen another like it before or after I found that one. You are not going to ruin it!"

"Pee won't ruin it," Dean said, looking inside of the object in question. "It'll melt the ice, but that's okay, we'll get more! And I promise, I'll wash it out tonight.

"If you even think about pissing in my cooler, I'm going to force Seth to pull the car over and beat the crap out of you!" Roman growled. "I'm warning you, Dean, don't do it."

"Then tell Seth we have to pull over, now!" It wasn't a suggestion, it was an order.

And while this chaos was going on, Seth didn't see a sign for a rest area, but he did see one for a weight station, less than half a mile away. In his experience, weight stations spent more time being closed than open, so he cruised over to the far right lane and put his foot on the gas. Soon enough the weight station was in sight and Seth pulled up.

The entrance into the actual area where the scales were was closed and gated, but there was a big enough drive leading up to there that Seth was able to get the car completely off the highway. Before he even had the car to a full stop, Dean had opened the door and was leaping out. Fortunately, Seth was driving slow enough that Dean could roll out and land on his feet. The moment he did, he took off, sprinting for a small group of trees and brush.

"Might as well take advantage," Roman muttered as he undid his seat belt and opened the door.

"Watch out for Dean," Seth found himself saying. "Make sure he doesn't do something stupid like accidentally rub against poison ivy or something." The moment the words were out of his mouth, he almost cringed, realizing how much like a parent he was sounding. Next thing you know it, I'll be threatening to turn the car around, he thought.

I'm not going anywhere near Dean while he's taking care of business," Roman said. "The last time I got too close, he got startled, whipped around, and peed on my shoes, remember? Never again."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that," Seth said, trying not to smile. The incident had irritated Roman a great deal, but Seth had found it pretty funny. Roman had acted like...well, like someone had pissed on his shoes. Dean kept telling him that pee was a sterile fluid. Seth had just been grateful his shoes had stayed dry. "Well, keep an eye on him from a distance, will you?"

"Yeah, sure." Roman agreed but Seth was sure he would have agreed to anything right now, just so he could leave. He too, ran off for the scrub of trees and bushes, but kept a distance from Dean.

Did I really think driving would be that relaxing? Seth thought as he waited. He debated if he should take advantage of the great outdoors himself, but figured he'd be fine until they stopped for gas. From the looks of the gauge, that wouldn't be too long from now. He never liked the tank to get too low before he stopped, while Roman and Dean would happily wait until the fuel alarm went off before they even started thinking about a gas station.

The last time this had happened, they hadn't found a gas station in time and had run out of gas. As they were pulled over by the side of the road, about to call the rental agency to have them send out someone with a gas can, a bright red Volkswagen Beetle had pulled along side of them, filled with some very pretty and suspiciously youthful looking girls who offered to give them a lift to the nearest gas station and back.

Before Seth could say that they had the situation in hand, Dean had leaped into the car and gone off with the girls, his hand waving merrily out the window.

"Oh, man," Roman said, shaking his head. "Dean in a car full of beautiful women? We may not see him for hours!"

"You better hope we do," Seth had said, disgusted. "And you'd better hope he does nothing more than talk to those girls."

Roman hadn't gotten as much of a view of the girls as Seth hand and the reality of the situation started to dawn on him. "Do you think-' he began.

"-That 12 to 18 will get you twenty?" Seth had filled in, "Yeah. Jail bait, baby."

"Damn," Roman had said. That was the nightmare of being in the public eye, there were always girls who were very interested in getting down their pants to the point where they would do or say just about anything and lying about ages was a common thing. Roman had the protection of a fiance to cover him, he didn't cheat so he never had to worry. Seth had gotten to the point where he just didn't mess with anyone he didn't know well enough to know they were the age they stated they were. Dean on the other hand, well, who knew with Dean?

To give him credit, he did come back about an hour later with a full gas can, but he was dropped off by someone in a pickup truck. "What happened to the girls?" Roman had asked.

Dean rolled his eyes. "The one girl in the back tried to give me a hand job. Her other friend was back there, two girls in the front seat, and Hand Job Jenny is trying to get her hands down my pants."

"Did she?" Seth practically demanded.

"No," Dean shook his head, looking annoyed that Seth would even ask. "When it comes to viewing the love weasel, it's private showing only. But, they did say they were catching the show tonight and offered to take me out and on when it was over."

"Please tell me you said no," Seth said, as he unscrewed the gas cap and started pouring gas into the tank.

"I told her maybe, but I wasn't sure," Dean said, leaning against the car. Ignoring Seth's look of fear, he continued, "when we got to the gas station, I bought the gas can, prepaid for the gas and went out to pump it. When I got outside, I gave one of the girls a ten spot and asked her to go buy me smokes, that I had forgotten to buy a pack when I was inside. Then I watched. She went up, she got carded, she returned and told me she had forgotten her license. Turns out all the girls had forgotten their licenses."

Seth had to admire Dean for that, it was a brilliant way to check their ages without demanding they show their ID to him.

Roman was trying to look serious, but his sniggering didn't help. "Then what happened?"

"I asked them if their parents knew they were cruising around picking up wrestlers. Hand Job Jenny tried to bluff me, said her parents don't care if she dates older men." He shook his head, still looking irritated about the whole thing. "So, I told her to give me her parents number and I'd call them and say, 'Hi, I'm Dean Ambrose. I'm 27 years old and I might want to fuck your daughter. Are you cool with that?' Amazingly, she thought that was a bad idea. That's when I suggested they all get in their cute little car and take their cute little underage butts away. They did, and I was wondering how I was going to get back to you when a guy filling up at one of the pumps came over and asked me if I needed a lift. He didn't know who I was, but he overheard my conversation with the girls and he has a daughter that's about the same age as the little twits were so he admired me for not taking advantage of them. So, he's the one that drove me here." Dean shook his head yet again. "What is this day coming to when a man can't even find a nice piece of ass to fuck without having to worry that she's underage?"

Seth shook his head at the memory. It was pure Dean, through and through. Dean had a lot of street smarts, but he had a habit of going cheerfully where angels feared to tread, yet he always managed to land safely on his feet. Seth knew that had it been him in the car on that day, one of the girls would have gotten her hands down his pants before he could stop her, while another would have taken a picture of the whole scene, underage girl and all, and put it on Instagram.

Even though he had been the second one to leave, Roman was first back to the car, but Dean wasn't too far behind him. "Since we're here, we should have a Nerf fight," Dean suggested, still standing outside of the car, leaning in Seth's window.

"No," Seth disagreed. "We don't have time. We still have about four hours of travel. We're cutting it close as it is. We'll need to stop for gas and grab lunch soon. We need time to get to the hotel to change before we report."

That was one of the stupider rules of the WWE, as far as the three of them were concerned; you had to dress in business attire to report to the arena. Like it wasn't enough that they had to travel so much and report so far in advance of the show, now they had to add this on top of it. Normally, they were supposed to report in at 2:00, but with the travel issues, they had been granted permission to show up later, which was nice, but it still meant they'd have to find a way to get to the hotel and change before showing up, unless, they wanted to be fined, which of course they didn't.

"We can cut lunch short," Dean suggested, looking hopeful and eager.

"I've already got us marked for no more than 25 to 30 minutes at the most, although this unscheduled pee stop really cuts it back to 20-25 minutes," Seth said. "And remember, we'll need to gas up, too."

"How about this," Dean suggested. "We play a bit, maybe 10 minutes or so, and when we stop for lunch, while you gas up, I'll run and get food and bring it back. That'll save time."

"No, it won't," Seth said. "Because you'll go to get food and the clerk at the gift shop will be some pretty young thing, you'll want to flirt with her. Once you're done, you'll wander into the food court area and people will recognize you and want to pester you for autographs. By then, Roman or I will come to see what's happened and we'll get caught up in the mess too. Get in the car, Dean, we have to get going."

"You're no fun," Dean muttered, but he got into the car. "I want to have a Nerf fight. No, I need a Nerf fight. No fun having a road trip without a Nerf fight."

The Nerf fights had actually been Seth's idea. There were times when the three of them ended up playing the "hurry up and wait" game. Where they didn't have time to get to the gym, but enough time to be bored. Their schedule was grueling, but it just seemed like there were too many times of, "An hour here, an hour there," where they really couldn't do much but sit around. And when that happened, after awhile, Roman and Dean would start trying to annoy each other, which would annoy Seth. Finally, after becoming frustrated one too many times, Seth had gone to a Toys R Us and returned with three Maverick Nerf guns.

It turned out to be an ideal solution. It was physical enough to burn off excess energy and the entertainment value was something that could evolve with new games, although their favorites were the simplest ones that involved lots of running about and shooting. It became a common thing for them to play in the parking lots and back lots of motels before having to check out. Or in the parking lots of radio stations, TV stations, anywhere where they were likely to be told, "We'll need you in an hour or so, have a seat." They knew how to temper the levels of play so they could either end up panting for breath and sweating after an hour or so, or look as if they had been doing nothing but relaxing. They had even had their battles in the back "Employee only" parking lots of arenas and stadiums before the shows. Some of the other wrestlers had bought their own guns and joined in with them when they could.

But the favorite way to play was when they had some free time and they could pull over in a rest stop and really let loose. Not one of the rest stops with the food courts, gas stations, and all the other comforts of home, the ones that always seemed to have a lot of people at them, but the ones that were usually wooded, unattended places with a few picnic tables and perhaps a bathroom, but it was a crap shoot if the bathrooms had plumbing, or were merely a couple port-o-potty's. If they were really lucky, they'd have most of the place to themselves to play.

"Hey, Roman, don't you want to play?" Dean asked as they were driving away, trying to get someone else on his side.

"I wouldn't mind," Roman admitted as he buckled his seat belt. "I did weights this morning, but I could count a good Nerf battle as a cardio workout."

"We don't have time," Seth said, trying not to sound impatient, but he did not need Dean and Roman ganging up on him. "We're cutting things close as it is."

"Well, I hope we're stopping for lunch soon," Dean commented. "I didn't eat breakfast, I'm starving. If you're not going to give me a good Nerf war, you owe it to me to stop for lunch soon."

"And whose fault is that?" Seth said, sounding a little sterner than he intended. "You're the one who didn't want to wake up early enough to get breakfast."

"Hey, I did weights with Roman," Dean objected. "I was tired, I had to make a choice, work out or breakfast."

"Well, we'll be stopping soon enough," Seth said. "C'mon, Dean, you just stopped to piss, can we go another hour before we have to stop again?"

Dean pretended to be debating this, then shrugged. "Okay." Then he added softly, but still loud enough for Seth to hear, "I'd rather have a Nerf war."

End of Pt II


Author's Notes: Will there be a Nerf war in this story? Maybe... you'll have to keep reading to find out.

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