Confession: I have way too much fun writing Dean and Seth dialogue.

Happy birthday to Intern Eve! And thanks to Captain for dragging me to Smackdown with her to begin my fandom just about a year ago. Time really flies by.

"Good for you, Ambrose!"

"Woo woo woo! Thanks, Ambrose!"

"Nice going, man!"

All day so far, just about every Superstar had approached Dean to express their personal gratitude. It had gotten to the point where the thanks was so excessive that the words of gratitude had become merely become platitudes. Then there was the fact that Dean had no clue why everyone was so thankful towards him.

But he was beginning to get the impression that he wasn't being thanked for only being an awesome person and a fantastic champion.

"That's brave of you. We appreciate it, Dean."

Yeah, he was getting the impression that everyone was under a weird impression he was something like the second coming…

And speaking of Second Coming...

"Hey! Seth! Wait up!" Dean shouted down the hallway.

The man, who the internet community had dubbed as Crossfit Jesus, paused and waited for Dean to catch up to him.

"Hey Dean," Seth greeted as he rubbed his beard. "I heard what you did, and I think it's great. It was really big of you to step up like that."

Dean stared at Seth trying to remember what he did that was so great… Was it how he had stepped up and worked Roman's matches now that the Samoan was suspended? (Speaking of the Samoan, it had been awhile since he had last seen the man…) Was this just a general 'good on you to get the title finally' acknowledgement? Was it his general good looks and charm and how he allowed the world to experience the glory that was Dean Ambrose? Was it not stabbing New Day with forks when he found them too peppy? What had he done that was so commendable recently?

"It makes sense with you being the champion; you are the leader of the locker room. I'm glad you're setting such a great…" Seth trailed off when he saw the look of confusion on Dean's face. The Architect sighed. "You have no clue what you did, do you?"

Dean shrugged. "If I do say so myself, my commentary during your match with Ziggler was pretty phenomenal-"

"Hey, I am the Phenomenal One! Not you, Ambrose! How would you like it if I started calling myself the Lunatic Styles?" A passing-by AJ Styles shouted while Gallows and Anderson scowled at Dean and Seth.

Dean waved his hand and began to say, "I can't help it if-"

Seth shoved Dean. "Yes, you are the Phenomenal One. Dean didn't mean to encroach on your nickname territory."

Aj grinned, appeased. "It's alright, guys. We don't have to settle this with a fight." Gallows and Anderson nodded and followed the leader of the Club into Catering.

"You're such a suck up."

Seth sighed. "Shut up, Dean. Now you don't know what you've been promised to do?"

"...Do I have to make a fine speech with Cena?"

Seth rolled his eyes. "No...you're supposed to deliver a birthday cake to Intern Eve."

"I have to what?"

"Deliver a birthday cake to-"

"No, I get that...But I have to do what?"

"Deliver Intern Eve's birthday cake to her."

"Seriously? Why do I have to do that?"

"Cause you're the champion? You represent the locker room?"

"But that's crap! I shouldn't have to suffer because I have the belt! Who decided this?"

Seth shrugged. "No clue, man. I was under the impression that you volunteered. I mean, at least that's what the rumors were saying."

"What rumors?!"

"The rumors that said you burst into Shane's office and interrupted his meeting with Stephanie, proclaiming that you wanted to deliver Intern Eve's surprise birthday cake since it's your responsibility as champion to set an example for the locker room and to show the importance of everybody in the company, not just the Superstars… And none of that actually happened, did it?"

"Nope"

"Huh…" Seth then shrugged. "Well, that really sucks for you."

"What do you mean 'sucks for me'?" Dean asked, suspiciously.

"You can't back out now. You'll lose all credibility with the locker room."

"But I don't want to deal with the bucket of crazy that is Intern Eve! That chick is terrifying!"

"Heh," Seth sniggered. "It's always entertaining hearing you call someone crazy."

"Suddup! If I deliver cake to her, I'll probably be repackaged as a Chippendale dancer!"

Seth snorted and covered his mouth to stifle his laughter.

"Hey! This is serious!" Dean said, indignantly.

"Sorry, Sorry," Seth said with his hands in the air in a peace-maker gesture. "I just don't know what you would possibly want from me."

"Well...You could deliver the cake."

Seth snorted again. "Yeah right, Dean. I'm not that much of a masochist. I think I'll just put a healthy amount of distance between me and Intern Eve. I want no part in this."

"But Seth," Dean said in a whiny voice. "You owe me!"

"What the heck are you talking about? I don't owe you anything."

"Yeah, you do! You owe me for that thing!"

"What thing?"

"The one thing."

"What thing?"

"The thingy thing."

"I don't owe you any favors and you know it."

Dean pouted. "Help a brother out, you heartless jerk."

Seth smirked. "I'm not heartless. I feel for you, but that doesn't mean I want to be a martyr."

"But you're Crossfit Jesus! You're obligated to be a martyr!"

"But I'm not literal Jesus! You're not allowed to crucify me!"

Dean suddenly grinned. "You sure about that, Sethie Boy?"

Seth frowned and backed away from Dean. "Yes, yes! I am positive!"

"You sure you don't wanna help little ol' me?" Dean asked with a pout.

Seth responded in a sarcastic tone. "You know, now that you mentioned it, Dean. I would love to go wrangle up a cake for the psycho Intern whose very goal in life is to make me miserable, and I would love to accompany you to go deliver it! How did you know?"

"That's a generous offer, Mr. Rollins! I'm glad you're stepping up along with Mr. Ambrose!"

Seth paled and turned to see Shane O'Mac standing with Stephanie. Stephanie had an amused smirk on her face while Shane looked happy-go-lucky and legitimately proud of Seth.

"I-uh-I"

Shane clapped a hand on Seth's shoulder. "The cake's down by catering. Just ask one of the staff members. I'm proud of both of you for stepping up to show your support for the company."

Stephanie added with a condescending tone, "Yes, Seth, you're sure showing us what caliber of a man you are. If you backed out, we would never forget it!"

Seth sighed. "Course, I'll help out Dean...That's what friends are for."

"Excellent! Now you two better run along to catering; just ask for the cake set aside for Eve. Come on, Shane; we need to hurry if we're going to make that meeting on time." Stephanie shot a parting smirk at the Architect, and Shane beamed at them.

"Well, that sucks for you," Dean said, mimicking Seth from earlier.

Seth scowled at Dean. "Whatever. Let's just get this thing over with." And the Architect stomped down the hallway the rest of the way to catering with a smug Dean following.

Seth marched up to the first member of the catering staff he saw. "Excuse me. We're here to pick up the birthday cake for Intern Eve."

The man blanched. "The birthday cake?"

"Yuuup, that's the one," Dean said, drawling.

"Well...There's a slight problem…"

"What problem?" Seth said, practically growling.

"The birthday cake might have been taken already…"

"Who the heck took the cake?" Seth winced. "Pun unintended."

"Rollins, Ambrose. You guys looking for this?"

Seth and Dean immediately zeroed in on a grinning AJ Styles who was holding a large fork-full of purple, leopard-print fondant covered chocolate birthday cake with the name "Eve" on the top.

"That's what you get for encroaching on my nickname territory! I have a copyright on anything phenomenal!" AJ shouted, waving the cake-laden fork in the air.

Seth huffed out a sigh and grabbed Dean's arm. "No, Dean. Not now."

"Ah, come on!"

Seth glared at the catering worker. "Please tell me you have another cake we could use. We don't have enough time to stop at a bakery for one."

The catering worker nodded quickly. "Yes! We have another cake! Only it's not personalized like that one was and it has a different inscription on it already."

"Good enough."

"We'll take it."

The worker practically sprinted to the back to bring out the cake, leaving Seth to hold Dean's arm to keep him from jumping AJ Styles and the Club.

"Here you go," the worker said, handing the cake over to Seth.

While holding the cake with one hand, Seth dragged Dean past the Club and out of catering.

"It's alright, Dean. You can terrorize Styles and the Club some other time. We need to get this stupid thing to Intern Eve before she goes on some kind of rampage and you really are repackaged as a Chippendale dancer."

Dean muttered under his breath, "I'd be a great dancer. No one has moves like me."

Seth shook his head. "You got me there, Ambrose. If anyone would be able to pull off that gimmick, it would be you… and maybe Fandango."

Dean shrugged. That was fair. He then mumbled something else under his breath.

Seth frowned. "What was that?"

"I said, do you wanna terrorize the Club with me?"

Seth considered the question for a moment. "If Intern Eve doesn't kill us, why not? We can figure something out."

The two stopped in front of the door to Intern Eve's office and stared at the polished mahogany.

"You can knock anytime, Seth."

"So can you, Dean."

They continued to stare at the door.

"How bad would it be if we didn't deliver this thing?" Dean asked.

Seth bit his lip. "You really wanna find out?"

"Well, if it would mean not having to do this, then yeah."

"Stephanie would use that against us..."

Dean shrugged. "What's the worst she can do?"

"Um, fire us?"

Another shrug was his response.

"Don't shrug at being fired! Have some dignity, man!"

Dean made a face. "I have dignity! I'm the most indignant person you'll ever meet!

"Sure, you are, Dean."

"Fine, I'll knock!"

Dean raised his fist up to pound on the door, but before he could, it swung open, revealing an intrigued Intern Eve.

"Ambrose? Rollins? What a nice surprise! Come on in!" Intern Eve stepped back and pulled the door open even more.

Dean whispered to Seth, "She's scarier when she's nice."

Seth nodded as they entered the lion's den. He handed the box to Intern Eve. "So we brought you this. It's a cake from the entire locker room…"

"Why'd you get me cake? And is it sanitary to eat a locker room cake?" Intern Eve asked in alarm.

Dean snorted. "Not literally. It's for your birthday."

"My birthday?"

"Yeah," Dean said with raised eyebrows. "You just turned 23 or something like that…"

Intern Eve shook her head. "It's my first birthday!"

Seth and Dean exchanged looks that clearly said they thought she was even more insane now than they did before.

Intern Eve pulled off the lid for the box and smiled. "Congrats?"

Seth sighed and prepared himself to explain the fiasco behind the random inscription.

"This is perfect! Birthday is the wrong thing to say to me since I was spawned off caffeine, imagination, and oddly placed PopEyes Chicken ads. Congrats makes more sense!"

"Okay then…" Dean said, tapping on his collarbone.

"I think it's time for us to go then." Seth nudged Dean.

"INTERN EVE!" Roman shouted as he burst into the office, pulling on the rope that lead an unhappy yak into the room behind him. The Samoan's beard was overgrown to Wyatt proportions, and there was an impressive amount of ice and snow in it. He focused crazed eyes on Intern Eve, Dean, and Seth. "What are you, two, doing here? Are you conspiring against me? You gave her a Congrats cake for sending me to Siberia!?"

Intern Eve attentively watched the scene in front of her while scooping up finger-fulls of frosting to sample.

Dean shook his head. "Rome, I swear it's not what it looks like!"

"Why the hell were you in Siberia?" Seth asked.

Roman swore in Russian.

"And when did you learn Russian? Were you even gone that long?" Seth asked, bemused.

"Don't question the logic. It won't get you anywhere," Dean informed Seth.

Intern Eve yawned. "Well, this has been fun. I have things I need to do. People I need to recruit to my cause. Chao."

She carefully chucked the cake into Seth's face and walked over to the door. Shooting Roman the stink eye, she grabbed the lead rope from him and jumped onto the yak's back. "Mush mush!"

"EEEEUUUUGGGHHH!" The yak called and it trotted out of the office, majestically.

The former Shield members stared at the empty doorway in silence until Dean said, "I'm sorry about your reindeer, man. Intern Eve stole it."

"It's a yak, Dean," Seth corrected.

"I think it's an elk," Roman said.

"It's a yak. I'm sorry you were stuck in Siberia…" Seth said.

"That voman! I must meet her! She is the love of my life!" Ivan said as he burst into the room. "Roman the Philistine, you must introduce me!

Roman sighed. "Seth, Dean, meet Ivan. He's...Russian."

"Huh, Roman went to Siberia where he replaced me with Ivan and Seth with a reindeer...Sounds about right."

Seth scowled. "It's a yak!"

"Yeah, yeah. Sure, if you really need to be right... He replaced you with a yak. I don't see how that's an improvement," Dean said with a smirk.

Seth sighed. "Welcome home, Roman."

Yup, that was a reference to the llama, sheep, lamb debate from when the Shield faced the Wyatt Family. What did you think?