"How exactly do you mean to accomplish it? You think he's gonna stay around when we're supposedly not here anymore . . .?" On Seth's face an expression of confusion was building up. He'd welcome Roman's idea but he saw too many flaws in it. For example, there was a car which would allow Dean to escape very easily. They counted on Dean being worried and scared because of his friends being gone – but what made them think he'd even care? With a plan like this, you have to get Dean to cooperate, to certain extent, but with a person so unpredictable, this was difficult to accomplish. Yet Roman didn't seem to worry about those things that bothered Seth.

"First, we need to get to the car and slash a tire," Roman by chance answered one Seth's unspoken questions.

"Right," Seth agreed in a rather sarcastic manner. "'Cause we don't want to get out of here . . . ever."

"There's a spare tire. Which we'll steal," Roman added.

Seth stood there with his mouth not quite closed, wondering how much thinking Roman had already put into this. This plan sounded big. It wasn't just let's wait for Dean to appear and put a bag over his head. No. This would be a lot more sophisticated. Still not quite right, but Dean deserved this. And not just for this trip. For years of acting childishly, making jokes that only he found funny and every single lie he made up and would in the future.

"Let's go," Roman said.

"Wait, aren't you gonna tell the rest of the plan?"

"Not yet. First we need to make sure he doesn't escape. Then, when we know he's stuck here with us, I'll continue."

"I just don't want to be the one who doesn't know anything," Seth reasoned.

"Don't worry. Dean's gonna be the one who knows nothing. For a change."

Seth sighed. There was nothing more for him to do know. But although Roman was so kind that he'd made him part of the plan, Seth felt a little bit useless. Why didn't he come up with something like this? The most important things that happened were of either Dean's or Roman's initiative. And it made Seth looked like a weak part of their group. Somebody not quite as important. And he hated that. He wasn't weak and he wasn't without ideas either. Why should he be the one to follow the others? It somehow made him feel less manly. And that way of thinking made him a bit angry.

"Something's bothering you?" Roman noticed, even though he appeared fully focused on the car they were approaching.

"No," Seth politely replied, but the way he said it – heavily, indifferently – made Roman suspicious about what was going on Seth's mind.

"Do you think it's too much to kidnap him?" Roman searched for the reason behind Seth's growing apathy.

"No, I don't mind. It's just that," he hesitated. Would it be even clever to bring up that topic? "It's nothing really," Seth ended the conversation. Fortunately, Roman was too excited about the vandalism he was working on to question Seth's honesty.

"Alright. Grab this then," Roman said, and handed him the bag he just took out of the car.

Roman opened the bag and searched for a screwdriver or something sharp. "It should be somewhere in here," he commented, while Seth put the bag down on the ground.

He reached into his pocket and took out a Swiss army knife. Without any difficulty he opened it and cut into the tire. Then – before Roman even noticed – he went over to the back of the car to get that spare tire. "Where should I put this?" he asked.

"What? What?" Roman looked up. "When did you –"

"Now," Seth answered. "So where should we take it? I mean we don't have much time, do we? Dean can be here any minute."

"You're right." Roman quickly closed the bag and put it in the car on the same spot where it was before. He turned to Seth, "Just put it underneath the car."

"Really? That's it?"

"Trust me, he won't look there."

"Okay," Seth replied and did as told. He wasn't convinced but he trusted Roman enough and certainly did not want to start an argument. "What's the next step?"

"We disappear."

Roman started running toward the forest they left not that long ago. Seth followed him. "This would be better done at night," he remarked.

"Yeah, well, we're doing it now, okay?" Roman replied, a little irritated. Like I don't know, he was thinking.

Roman stopped close to the edge of the forest. "From here we should be able to hear him."

"We don't know where he is," Seth whispered, just in case.

"His next steps will be to the car, that's for sure."

Seth watched carefully the area around them. He expected Dean to appear next to the car shortly. But what would happen then, he wondered. It wasn't like he'd received some instructions from Roman.

"What happens when he comes there?" Seth asked.

Roman didn't answer his question immediately. He seemed too focused or maybe he just wanted to add to the tension. "Nothing," he said in his deep voice, and continued, "Not yet. Even for him it takes time to go crazy."

This got Seth's attention. "What do you think will happen?"

"That's irrelevant, really. We both know we cannot predict what he'll do, and that means we'll have to improvise."

"I thought you had a plan," Seth said pretty loudly because he was angry.

"Shh," Roman hushed him. "I do have a plan. A couple of plans, in fact. Which one we'll go with depends on Dean. We'll see how he reacts. He might want to leave but as well he might want to fight back."

"He wouldn't know who the person behind this is."

"You think that'd stop him? No," Roman said, and smiled. "If he wants to revenge us, he'll go after the person who did all this. That's the angry Dean longing for revenge scenario."

"I'm looking forward to finding out if we really matter to him that much."

"Shh," Roman said when he noticed Dean walking toward the car. "You're about to find out."

When he stood in front of the car, he stopped and looked around. He couldn't see them. Therefore he couldn't see anybody, because there was nobody else. So it was him and him only. He and the car that he looked at again. Carefully, very carefully, he came closer to it and opened the door. He did not enter it, just leaned in to . . . well, the guys couldn't really tell what he was doing there. Maybe looking for something.

"Does he have a phone?"

"I think his phone is in the car but there's no reception here, so it's not like he could call somebody."

Seth knew Roman was right but still he felt a little paranoid and thought that if Dean wanted to make a call, he'd be able to do so.

"What is he doing there?" Roman wondered.

"I don't know. But to me, it doesn't seem like he's trying to escape." Seth chuckled. "Maybe he really isn't scared. I mean, if he was, he'd be already finding out about that flat tire."

"That only makes it more interesting."

"We've ruined a tire for nothing," Seth remarked.

"Doesn't matter," Roman replied, his eyes set on Dean, who was still searching for something in the car. "Come on, Dean, let it go, it's not there. What you're looking for is right here," he whispered, hoping for Dean to move on and go after them.

"Look," Seth uttered when he noticed Dean finally leaving the car and closing the door.

"Yeah, that's right, there's no escape. So embrace your fear –" Roman spoke, but suddenly stopped.

A terrified look appeared on both Roman's and Seth's face. They certainly weren't counting on this. Dean had a gun.

"Oh, shit!"