AN: Just wanted to give a shoutout to the awesome Zombie450AirBournePrincess! Thanks for the feedback on the last chappie! ^_^

Chapter 2

The next day at Dean's job, it was the day he'd been waiting practically forever for. The day that he'd finally get that huge promotion that he oh, so desperately deserved...

He sat alongside five other co-workers at a conference table, while Laurinaitis's chair at the head was empty. In the meantime, Dean poured himself some water from a glass pitcher on the table. "He did say ten o'clock, right?" Dean asked one of his coworkers.

He nodded. "Yeah. Do you know what this is about?"

"It just said `staff meeting' on the memo." he whispered. "Funny how he gets all over my ass if I'm a minute late, but he makes us wait fucking fifteen."

"You were two minutes late, Dean." Laurinaitis's voice startled him from behind.

He whipped around to face him.

"And I didn't know I had to punch a clock with you." he continued.

"You don't. Of course you don't. I'm sorry -"

"I'm going to attribute this to your drinking problem."

Now, Ambrose was getting just plain annoyed. "I don't HAVE a -"

Smiling towards the others, Laurinaitis cut him off and replied, "Let's get started. Shall we? So, I have finally decided who I want to be our new senior vice president of sales. He's right here in this room."

Dean grinned and bit his lower lip in anticipation as he waited for his name to be called out. He just couldn't take the suspense!

Laurinaitis grinned and announced, "...It's me."

His expression fell to disbelief. "What did he say?"

"I've decided to absorb the responsibilities of the senior V.P. position into my own. I've realized that if you wanna get something done right, you've gotta do it yourself. So, I'm gonna be breaking through the wall of the office that would have been the senior V.P.'s and make one huge enormous office. However, I will only be taking eighty five percent of the additional salary I'm entitled to. And THAT...is self sacrifice, people."

Slowly shaking his head, Dean decided that he wasn't going to sit there and listen to this bullshit. So then and only then, he decided to do the noble thing. "NO!" he roared, suddenly springing out of his chair and attacking Laurinaitis.

"YEAH!-WOOHOO!" his coworkers cheered him on, as he continued throwing punch after punch towards the boss man.

"Fucker! Fuckin' son of a bitch! Fuckin...LIAR!" he snapped, dragging Laurinaitis by his tie across the office and then throwing him out the window. Everyone continued cheering along.

"Ambrose! Ambrose! Ambrose!"

...

Dean stirred back to reality, realizing that he'd just imagined killing Laurinaitis and that he was still sitting in the staff meeting.

"...So, meeting adjourned." the boss finished.

While everyone headed out to continue their work, Dean followed Laurinaitis out of the meeting room. "Uh, Mr. Laurinaitis, can I speak to you?"

"Yeah. Sure. What is it?"

"Y'know, for months you've been hinting that I was in line for that promotion! Right?"

He nodded. "And look how hard you've been working!"

"What, were you just lying to me?" he demanded.

"Lying? No! Dean, motivating. I mean, look we're all part of the same team here. Plus, you know, I'm the one who's gonna be doing all the extra work."

Ambrose continued following him. "Well...well, you know that last month, you made me work so late I missed saying goodbye to my Gam-Gam."

"I'm sorry, what?" he paused, confused.

"My grandmother. I told you that I needed to see her cause she was very very sick. You said if I left early I would get fired. And she died before I made it into the hospital." he said solumnly.

Laurinaitis nodded. "...I'm sorry."

"Thank you."

It didn't last long though, as Laurinaitis suddenly bursted into laughter, to Dean's anger and shock. "I had no idea that you called your grandmother, Gam-Gam!" he erupted into giggles, and tried to stop himself from laughing so hard. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry you didn't get to say bye-bye to Gam-Gam..."

Ambrose glared at him.

"Really. I really am sorry! But I needed you to stay here and work late, because you're an invaluable member of this operation. And I need you in the position that you're currently in."

Dean snarled and finally decided to fight back. "Well, tough shit! Okay. I've been in that position for eight fuckin' years now. Why would I stay here after being treated like this?"

Laurinaitis scoffed back and replied, "Well, because I'd make sure that nobody in the industry would ever hire you again."

"Bullshit!"

"No. Because they're gonna want my letter of recommendation, right? So, I'm perfectly willing to write that you are an insubordinate, dishonest, drunk."

"You can't do that! That ain't true!" he snapped back.

Laurinaitis stepped closer to Dean and whispered in his most threatening tone, "Let me tell you something. You stupid little runt. I own you. You're my bitch. So don't walk around here thinking you have free will, because you don't. I could crush you anytime I want. So settle in, cause you are here for the long haul." And with that, he slapped him hard on the back and continued on his merry way, leaving a stunned Dean in his wake. But now, after this, this was the last fucking straw. Ambrose surely wasn't going to take this sitting down.

At the Bischoff Chemical Corporation, Roman somberly headed towards his desk, wearing a dark suit. He had no reason to be his usual happy, laid back self anyway, since he just came back from his boss's memorial service. Plus it wasn't a joy to walk in the same place where Eric's cokehead son practically ran rampant in, either.

Garrett caught him first. "Yo! Dick-wall! What the fuck?"

"What?" he muttered, turning to him.

He held out his arm and pointed towards his wrist, which, unsurprisingly, had no watch actually on it. "Three hours late. What's the deal?"

Roman was shocked at just how ignorant this guy really was! "I was at your father's funeral!" he cried.

"Uhuh. Uhumm. Well, maybe that excuse would have fallen when my dad was here. But, I'm in charge now."

"That excuse wouldn't make any sense if your dad was still here."

Garrett scoffed. "Whoa! In my office, now."

Roman entered, noticing that the "Eric Bischoff" nameplate had been partially taped over with the name "Garrett" scribbled in magic marker.

"Sit."

He did what he was told, while Garrett quickly slipped a small mirror and a rolled up dollar bill into a drawer. Roman noticed that Garrett had tossed most of Eric's mementos, achievement awards and photos with luminaries in the trash.

"So, I've been looking over the books. You're the accountant. Tell me why this company is in the crapper."

"It's not in the crapper. It's a recession. But we're still profitable." he replied.

"Look, I know you and my dad were uh...were pals, okay? And frankly, I always thought it was a little bit weird and gay and I have no idea why he thought you were so fucking special. But that doesn't matter now, because he's in the ground, and guess what? I'm your boss. And there's gonna be some changes around here!"

Reigns crossed his arms and flatly replied, "Can't wait to hear 'em."

"Okay, first things first. Envirotech Waste Management, what the fuck is this about? It's costing us a lot of money."

"Your dad made the choice to dispose of our chemical waste responsibly. In order to do that you gotta spend a little more money."

"No, no, fuck that. Bolivian said they'd do it for a third price. I'm gonna hire them."

"No. No! You can't go to them!" he cried in protest.

"Why?"

"You shouldn't do it because you're gonna endanger thousands of local residents!"

Garrett scoffed again and slipped out another joint of marijuana. "Oh, I give a fuck some local tribesman gets radioactive poisoning and dies! Cry me a fucking river!"

"They're not tribesmen! It's a modern society!"

"Do I look like I fucking care?"

Sighing heavily, Roman tried to compose himself before replying, "Look, Garrett, your dad told me very clearly he'd die before he'd save money by hurting people."

"Well then, we're right on schedule, aren't we?"

Reigns, well...didn't even want to dignify that with any kind of response.

Garrett continued, "Oh, yeah! We gotta trim some of the fat around here."

"Trim the...what do you mean by 'trim the fat'?"

"I want you to fire the fat people." he said coolly.

"What?" he cried in disbelief.

"They're lazy and they're slow and they make me sick to look at. You can start with Thicky Nikki." he said before turning to his intercom. "Nikki, can you come in here please?"

Roman waved his arms in defense. "No! Nikki's not fat, she's pregnant! I'm not gonna fire her."

He shrugged. "Okay. Fine." he turned to the intercom again. "Uh...stay where you are, Nikki. Congratulations." Then, he turned back to Roman. "You can fire Professor Xavier."

"Who are you talking about?"

He looked over and saw that he referred to a co-worker in a wheelchair.

"You mean Hank?"

"Yeah. Fucking creeps me out. Roaming around all day in his special little secret chair. I know he's up to something."

"I'm not gonna fire any one, Garrett. You know, it's like you don't care about this company at all." he cried.

"No fucking shit! I don't care about this company! What? You...you...this is just an ATM to me! You think when I was a kid I dreamed of running a fucking chemical company? No! I dreamed of being on a beach with a model serving me tropical drinks. That's what I dreamed of. And it's exactly what's gonna happen as soon I squeeze out every bit of profit out of this fucking company. But first things first. Go out and fire the fatty, or you fire the cripple, or I fire all three of ya. Do the math. One loses the job, or three loses it. And tell him to leave his handicap parking pass here as well." he demanded.

Still glaring at him, Roman slowly got up and headed out to face the two...victims, he should say. Sighing, he looked from Nikki to Hank and back. At last, he gathered his resolve and crossed to Hank's desk. From a respectful distance, Garrett watched as Roman broke the news to Hank who reacted with sad resignation. Moments later, he turned to see Bischoff standing directly beside him.

"Everyone, can I have your attention please?" he exclaimed, rather loudly. "I've just learned that Roman has fired our dear friend Hank here. I want you to know that I am as shocked, appalled, and angry about this as you are."

Roman was shocked, appalled, and angry that he was throwing him under the bus like this. "What are you - ?!"

"This is entirely an accounting department decision. My hands are tied." he turned to Roman. "You are one heartless bastard, Reigns."

While he still stood there in disbelief, Bischoff headed off. Meanwhile, Hank glared at Roman.

"Look, Hank, this was not my -"

"Fuck...you...Roman." he seethed slowly, and wheeled away, leaving Roman to face the angry looks of his coworkers. Oh ho, that little cokehead fuck wasn't going to just let Reigns take the fall for it and not get anything in return. Something was definitely going to be done about this, and it was going to be done...as soon as he downed a few drinks at the bar first.

Back at the dental office, Seth was sick and tired of Kelly's sexual advances and decided to set a few ground rules with her. But before he could do that, he learned that she'd wanted a word with HIM first. Approaching her office, he knocked on the door.

"Come in." she called.

Entering the room, he began, "You wanted to see - Oh, SHIT!" He was sharply cut off, looking up to find Kelly sitting at her desk in nothing but white lace panties and an unbuttoned white lab coat. No bra included. He quickly averted his eyes.

Meanwhile, the blonde paid no mind to this and smiled. "Have a seat, Seth."

He continued looking away. "Do I have to?"

"Please."

He sat down, then immediately stood back up again. "Look, Kelly, this is ridiculous -"

She held up a hand to stop him. "Look, Seth, I know that I like to fool around at work, right? And...and I might even, you know, I might even cross the line a bit. But the last thing that I wanna do is...is make you uncomfortable. I mean, it's just...it's just not professional. You know? And I pride myself on being a professional. So from now on, what I would like you to do, is just...is just tell me. You know? When and if uh...I cross the line. Okay?"

He nodded. "Okay. Now!"

"What?"

"Well, now you're kinda crossing the line. Cause you're naked." Rollins pointed out the obvious.

Kelly also pointed out the obvious. "Uhh...not naked, Seth. Can you see my pussy?"

He nodded. "Mmm! True! Um...but I think uh...even really saying the word 'pussy', that's what..."

"THAT'S crossing the line?"

"A little bit."

"Starting to sound like a little wuss there, Seth."

"There we go! That one's a...another one. Probably an illegal thing to say too."

The blonde chuckled. "Let's not talk about illegal, Mister 'I like to pee on little boys.'"

"No! It was an empty playground in the middle of the night!" he cried, tossing his arms in the air.

"Well, that's even weirder. That poor child must have been terrified."

"There were no children! No kids in the park! It was..." he trailed off, too frustrated to even keep up the argument.

"No all right, let's just cut to the chase, mister. You're engaged now."

"Yeah."

"And I respect the institution of marriage way too much to violate it. So that's why you're gonna have to fuck me well before the wedding. Because the closer we get to this date, the less ladylike I'm gonna feel about it." she demanded.

Seth quickly shook his head in disbelief. "Kelly, I'm...I'm not gonna sleep with you."

Not taking 'no' for an answer, she swiped the back of her fingers down the side of his face and then swiftly grabbed his crotch, eliciting a yelp from him in reply. He'd just been violated! "We'll see about that. Get out." she finished, unlocking the door while a startled Seth hurried out of the office.

Later that same night, the three friends landed back at Bradford's Bar, drinking away their sorrows...

After downing a few drinks, Dean began, "I'm such an idiot! Fucking Laurinaitis was never gonna promote me."

Roman scoffed and added, "That coked up prick is gonna ruin Bischoff Chemicals. He's just gonna fire everybody."

Seth chimed in, "She stood there with her breasts, right in my face!"

Reigns stopped and turned to him. "Yeah. You know, yours doesn't sound that bad, man."

"You know, why don't you guys quit? It's not like you're sex offenders." he pouted.

"It's true, though. I mean, I'm young. I could go back to school, change fields." Dean shrugged.

Meanwhile in the background, a guy had noticed them. He decided to head over.

Roman continued, "Yeah. Why the fuck should I care about protecting Bischoff's name when his own son doesn't? There's a million jobs out there."

"Damn right!" Rollins exclaimed.

Moments later, the guy finally approached them. "Is this really happening? What is this? Well, well, if it isn't the Three Musketeers, Dean, Roman and Seth! Still hanging out like high school, huh?"

"Oh shit, I don't believe it! Brad? Brad Maddox!" Dean exclaimed.

"Hey dude, how's it been? I heard you moved to New York to work at Lehman Brothers or something." Rollins smiled.

"I did. Hired me right out of Yale." he nodded, smiling.

"Nice, nice! So what are you doing back here?" asked Roman.

"Don't you read the papers? They shut us down. I've been looking for work for the last two years. It's crazy out here. I can't even get a job waiting tables." Brad shrugged, chuckling a bit.

"You? Waiting tables? You were voted Most Likely to Succeed. Everyone thought you were set." replied Ambrose.

"Everyone including me." he replied, before growing a bit red in the face and staring into space. "I'd murder those Lehman Brothers if I could. Line them up, put one bullet through their three heads."

"Whoa. Easy, Brad." Seth coaxed him.

"It's just not fair. I was making high six-figures. Now I can't even afford this drink." he continued, holding up his glass.

Dean looked around towards his friends and replied, "Well, we'll...we'll cover it, right?"

"Yeah, sure-Why not." they agreed, about to grab their wallets.

It wasn't enough for Brad though. "Wait. Seriously, uh...you guys think you can HELP me out here a little bit?"

"Beyond the drink?" asked Ambrose.

He nodded. "Maybe some extra scratch, if you got it?"

"Sure. Yeah. I had no idea it was that bad, buddy."

The three reached inside of their wallets and slipped out a few bucks.

"That's fifteen. You have change for a ten?" asked Roman.

"No, I don't." Brad shook his head.

"Rome!" Dean rolled his eyes.

"Ok, ok. Here's a few bucks, Brad." Seth announced.

He looked everything over and pondered for a moment. "Um...you know what, that's probably not gonna cut it. So, I'll tell you what. How about I give you guys some hand jobs?"

Silence.

"...What?" the three asked, not hearing him right.

"I'm serious. Forty bucks a piece, we could do it right here in the bathroom. I'll do the three of you for a hundred." he smiled at something that he really shouldn't have been smiling about in the first place.

"You're gay now?" Roman asked in disbelief.

"No, I'm not gay." he replied.

They exchanged skeptical looks.

"Oh, but you do gay stuff!" Seth implied.

"I'm the opposite of gay."

The guys looked at each other with eyebrows raised. Dean mouthed the word, 'Opposite.' Finally, he announced, "No, thanks, man."

Seth added, "That's a joke, right? You're joking?"

He most certainly WASN'T joking. "Come on. Handjobs for the Three Musketeers. Let's do this!"

Silence.

"Ok, you know what? I have the three of you at the same time. Seth, I'm gonna deal with you right here behind my knee, nobody's doin' that right now, you're gonna love it. And you two cats, I'm gonna rock ya! You know what they're sayin' right now? They're sayin' that my hands are rated...4 stars. 4 stars, wrapped around your stick, pop the thumb, nip the top, nip the top, nip the top, peck or speck." Brad continued, to shocked looks from the others.

"You been drinking all day, huh?" Reigns asked, amused.

"Look at me, I know what I'm doing now." he whispered, "No one will ever know."

"Hey!" the bartender cried from across the room.

Brad quickly looked back and tried to hide. "Shit!"

"I thought I told you to stay out of here!"

"Oops, gotta go. If you guys change your mind, I'm staying at my mom's house. And for an extra hundred, I'll let you guys pool your mayonnaise, right here over my bellybutton. You'll love it. Think about it! YEAHH, YES!...I'll be at my mom's." Brad finished, snatching the cash from the table and quickly leaving the place.

Meanwhile, the three guys sat there, confused and feeling quite uncomfortable as they processed what they'd just witnessed.

"Okay." Dean finished, awkwardly looking around. "O...kay."

Seth looked back towards him. "That dude banged all three of my sisters."

"Guess he'll be looking for your brother now." Roman snickered.

"Huh. Maybe DON'T quit your job." he replied.

Roman sipped his drink and continued, "So I guess we're just gonna be miserable for the rest of our lives, huh? That's the deal?"

Dean nodded. "Fuck yeah. That's where it's lookin'."

"Well, why is that? Why are you saying that?" Seth questioned.

"Well, what do you mean? We don't have many options, do we? Think about it, we can quit our jobs and turn into Brad. Or uh...keep our jobs and just become spineless losers that end up spending their entire day dreaming of ways to kill their bosses." Reigns replied.

Ambrose glanced up at him. "You do that too?"

"Of course!"

"Sounds a little sick." Rollins replied.

"It's not sick. It's just a little way to blow off steam."

"Yeah, it's not like we're gonna actually kill our bosses." Dean agreed.

"Well, you have to admit. Our lives would be a HELL of a lot easier if our bosses were dead." Roman announced.

"Hm, true." they nodded.

"Hypothetically, if we could do it and none of us get caught, would you guys do it?"

"No!" Seth cried.

He shrugged coolly. "I would."

"No, you wouldn't." Dean scoffed.

"Yeah, I would."

"You would?" Rollins questioned.

"Yeah! It's not murder if it's justified. Justifiable homicide, that's the thing, right?"

"Oh, I can't wait to hear this." Dean said flatly, gulping down another beer.

Roman continued, "If one evil person has to die for the greater good, so be it. You know, Garrett Bischoff is an absolute monster! He's a fucking jerk! You know if he has his way, he's gonna end up killing thousands of innocent Bolivians."

"What?" Seth cried, confused.

"Technically, I think it's immoral for me NOT to kill him."

"So I should kill Laurinaitis for not letting me say goodbye to Gam Gam?" asked Dean.

"Yes. Yes, you should."

"Hey, I don't care how bad our bosses are, I mean, we're not murderers." Rollins replied.

"Seth, Kelly is ruining your life. You know? That's wrong."

"That is wrong." Dean agreed.

"You know, it's affecting your...your possible marriage."

"Come on! She's not ruining it."

Roman raised an eyebrow in question. "Would your life be easier without Kelly in it?"

"Okay, you're right! Uh...you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna go to Kelly's house, maybe I'll slash her up and I'll put her in a box and I'll mail it to you two uh...tough mafioso's! I'm done with this conversation." Rollins frowned, before pointing to Roman. "And YOU'RE paying for dinner, cause you've upset me. You're paying and I'm finding a cab, somehow."

After he got up and left, Roman meekly looked around before turning to Dean. "I was just speaking hypothetically, you know."

He nodded quickly and downed another beer. "Me too."

The next day at the dental office, Seth was minding his own business and was busy organizing some equipment when a pair of woman's hands suddenly covered his eyes.

"Guess who?" the voice asked suggestively.

Seth sighed heavily, knowing exactly who was trying to rile him up. "I'm really kinda...not in the mood for this now -" he froze once he turned around and saw that the woman behind him wasn't Kelly, but his fiancee, Kaitlyn. "Kaitie! Hi!"

"Hi! Not in the mood for what?" she asked, curious.

He chuckled lightly and smiled. "For... nothing!" he kissed her. "What are you doing here, babe?"

Kelly appeared in her office doorway, smiling. "I invited her."

"Yeah, she called and said now that we're engaged, she wanted to offer me free dental work. And you know I've had that loose filling for a while. It's so sweet of you, Kelly." the blonde and raven haired woman smiled.

She smiled back. "It's my pleasure, Kaitlyn. You're part of the family now."

Meanwhile, Rollins was visibly uptight. "Uhhhh... I don't know if this is a good idea, babe."

"Why not?" asked Kaitlyn.

"Well, uh, we're mixing business with pleasure, pleasure with business! We don't want to take advantage of Kelly."

"Seth, there's nothing you could do EVER, that would be taking advantage of me. Nothing." then, she turned to his fiancee. "Now what do you say we pump you full of nitrous, huh?"

Kelly led Kaitlyn into the exam room, when Seth quickly cut them off. "Wait - no nitrous. She doesn't need to be out!"

"What are you talking about, Seth? You know I'm not good with drills." Kaitlyn replied, puzzled.

"You don't want your fiancée to suffer, do you?" Kelly accused, inwardly smiling at Seth's defeated look.

"Fuck me..." he sighed in a whisper.

"Hee hee." Kelly whispered back.

Moments later...

Kaitlyn lied on the chair with the nitrous mask over her nose. Kelly and Seth stood beside her.

The blonde and raven haired woman was slowly losing consiousness and slurred, "Ten, nine..." While she gradually became more and more delusional, she giggled and waved her hand across Seth's chin. "Beard...hee hee..."

He chuckled and kissed her hand before replying in her tone, "Okay. Put your hand in a safe place, cause there's sharp tools there."

"...Eight... seh-" And she was out.

With this opening, Kelly smiled and immediately pounced onto Seth, feverishly trying to unbuckle his belt.

"Hey! Stop it, what are you - ?" he cried, backing away.

"You're gonna give me that schlong, Seth!" she demanded.

"NO! Wait...schlong?"

Kaitlyn groaned softly, while Seth pushed Kelly away.

"You're gonna fuck my slutty little mouth." the blonde continued.

"You hear the words you say sometimes? I mean, who talks like that?" Rollins cried.

"Let's have sex on top of her. Let's use her like a bed!" she exclaimed, more than excited while she began to climb over Kaitlyn's unconsious body.

Kaitlyn nearly stirred awake again, where Seth shoved Kelly away once again. "Hey, HEY! Get off of her!"

"What?!"

"Damn you! That's it! Okay! You know what? That's crossing the line!" Seth finally snapped. "So, I'm done, Kelly! Fuck this, dude! I'm out! I don't need this job. So, goodbye. I'm quitting. I'm done."

Kelly smirked and glanced towards Kaitlyn. "I'm gonna tell her you fucked me."

"...What?"

"If you don't fuck me, I'm gonna tell her that you fucked me."

He shrugged. "Okay. Tell her whatever the hell you want. She's not gonna believe you."

"She already knows that you're a sex offender. And I think once she gets a look at these, she's gonna believe me." she continued, taking out her ipad.

"What's that?"

"Do you remember your first week here, Seth?" she asked. "When I changed the crown on your second bicuspid?"

"Y-Yeah." he raised an eyebrow.

"I just uh, took a few pictures..." she began, flipping through the files. The first picture showed Seth lying on the dentist chair, his eyes open and his hands behind his head with Kelly at his crotch, apparently giving him a blowjob.

"Oh!" he gasped, appalled.

The second showed Kelly straddling over Seth, who was naked from the waist down on the chair. She held one arm in the air like a rodeo cowgirl.

"Ah!" he cried, covering his mouth.

The third picture showed Kelly on the floor, her legs spread while Seth lied limply on top of her.

"Mmm!" he seethed in anger while Kelly giggled. "You did all this while I was unconscious?!" Rollins cried.

"Oooh. Mmhmm. Yep."

The last picture showed Kelly on all fours. Seth was limply draped over her back, apparently doing her doggy-style.

"Haaa! Ah, that's my favorite!"

"Rape." Seth announced.

She raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Rape. Rape. That's a rape! This is what raping is!" he cried, his voice getting higher and higher. "You...you're a raper! You raped me! That's a rape! RAPE!"

"Just relax there, Jodie Foster. Your dick wasn't even hard."

"That doesn't give me any relief!" he cried.

"But it will be next time. And if it's not?" she began, gesturing to Kaitlyn again. "This little sweetheart right here, is gonna get a peek of my little photo album."

He glared at her.

"So...please prep the patient for the X-Ray..." she sent him a wink, headed to the door. "I'll be back in a jiffy."

Meanwhile, Seth was left completely and utterly speechless. Worst of all, he'd felt more violated than he did before.

...

Later that same night, Roman and Dean were playing Wii in Roman's apartment, as an angry and pissed off Seth bursted through the front door.

"I'm in!" he cried.

The others turned to him.

"Let's kill that bitch!"