Back stage in his locker room, John Cena sits on the bench with his chin in his hand. He didn't really give a shit what Dean has said about him. Everyone always has something negative to say about him. Cena is used to it, and I don't think that is a good thing to a certain point. John is caught off guard as the door is thrown open. He jumps and moves his gaze to the door the see Dean standing there. John sighs audioably.
"What do you want Dean?" Dean smirks a little, and twitches.
"Did you really say those things?" He stalks forward and the door closes with a soft 'click.' John scratches the top of his head before looking at Dean.
"Sit down or something. You're makig me nervous." Cena motions towards a chair.
"Good." Dean sneers at him. John turns to Dean with such a deadly look that Deans smirk falters. He stops smirking.
"Mr. Ambrose, sit down right now before I make you sit down. You think your the Lunatic Fringe? You ain't seen whats in here and here." Cena taps his head with a finger, and then his chest. John's voice is low and Dean can almost hear the demons swimming in his vocal cords. Dean plops down into a chair with a bored look.
"Thank you." Cena motions at him with a hand.
"Did you really say those things about me?" Cena nods at Dean's question. Dean's lip pulls back in a snarl.
"Did you say those things about me?" John asks softly.
"Of course not!" Dean says sarcastically. John shakes his head with a disgusted look. Dean slaps a hand on the arm of the chair.
"Of course I did! Why wouldn't I? You're a damn action figure." Dean's raspy voice lowers a bit. Dean glares at John.
"I'm sorry... I just need to know you have my back. I need to know that no matter what, you'll not abandon me during our match. If Seth Rollins is there... ignore him. I know we both want him but I need you on my team." John raises his eyebrows.
"I'll be on your team but if Rollins shows that ugly face of his? I'm going after him. You know you would do the same thing." Dean nods a little.
"Fine. Truce... For now." Dean stands up and holds his hand. Cena stands up and shakes his hand.
"Lets cut the head off a snake," Cena says. Dean finishes with,
"And bring a giant down to size." They shake hands and Dean leaves as quickly as he came. John sits down. He hoped Rollins didn't show his face. He wouldn't be able to control himself. And knowing Rollins? He would show up at a pivital moment.