Summary: The 5th installment of the Ambush Arc

Roman watched his brother tuck into the plate of chocolate chip pancakes, bacon, sausage and home-fries before him with reckless abandon. If anyone could see the self-proclaimed health-nut at that moment they'd have enough blackmail material to have the architect on the hook for the rest of their lives. Breakfast food was his weakness and he tended to go with the most fattening items on the menu which was in stark contrast to the numerous posts related to healthy things and the photos from the gym he constantly posted on twitter. But he couldn't cast stones. His own personal addictions of sushi and cheesecake were well known.

However, he was getting annoyed waiting for the other man to fill him in on the plan he'd come up back at Dean's. He took a drink of his coffee and decided that he'd get the ball rolling on the conversation, "So this brilliant plan of yours…"

"Huh?" Seth finally lifted his head and swallowed the mouthful of food. "I wouldn't call it brilliant. It's simple really. Well no, that's not really true. Because if it backfires in the end, there's a possibility we could end up getting arrested."

Unfortunately, right as he was saying that, Roman had had taken a big gulp of coffee. He instantly started choking, as he struggled to swallow the warm liquid and not spit it out all over the place.

"Damn man!" The highflier handed him a wad of napkins. "You alright?"

He forced the last of the beverage down his throat, wiped his mouth and turned a piercing glare on the smaller man across from him. "I'll be better if you don't joke about something like that while I'm drinking or eating anything."

"Yeah, it's not a joke."

This whole conversation was beginning to feel like a huge, horrible case of déjà vu. He pinched the bridge of his nose and counted to ten under his breath. It was ironic because this action was usually reserved for moments when Dean was informing him of whatever plot he came up with to make someone's life hell or telling his latest crazy exploit. "What the hell kind of plan ends with us getting arrested and subsequently fired from our jobs?"

"Just hear me out." There was a smile that was supposed to be comforting on the former sellout's face but fell far short of that. "It'll all make sense in the end."

"Jesus, I'm having flashbacks of so many conversations with Dean that sounded exactly like this one."

Seth held up his hands, "Whoa, my plan isn't anything like one of Dean's."

"Oh really?" He challenged heatedly, "You said it ends with us going to jail…"

"I said it could, if it backfires." He clarified with a roll of his eyes. "You haven't allowed me to explain anything else because you keep interrupting."

"Forgive me for focusing on the part that has me trading in my ring gear for an orange jumpsuit and a cell mate named Bubba."

"Do you want to hear this or not?"

He debated on that. No good had ever come out of a conversation that held the promise of jail time. To be honest, he doubted that any good ever would from hearing this plot. But he didn't have a back up plan and his had failed spectacularly. Which kind of left him with no choice but to here his friend out.

"Hello? You here with me or have you gone catatonic?"

"I wish."

"So anyway, onto part two." Seth took a deep breath, "Dean is a creature of habit. At some point today, like he does every day he's off since he moved to Vegas, he'll emerge from his apartment to go on a hike and grab something to eat because as we both know all too well unless he can microwave it or throw it on bread, he'd starve. I say we wait for him to leave and then we go into the apartment to hang around until he gets back. He won't be expecting to walk in and have us there after he already kicked us out."

Ok, this didn't sound too bad so far. It was similar to the plan he had that led them there. Since they had a key, it wasn't considered breaking and entering. Thankfully, nothing he said so far warranted handcuffs and a cell. He nodded slowly, gesturing for the younger man to continue with a wave of his hand.

"We have to turn the tables and use his surprise to our advantage." He licked his lips. "I mean we have to go full on ambush."

That raised his worry meter slightly, " And what exactly constitutes a full on ambush?"

"Dean won't stay once he sees us. We both know without a shadow of doubt that he'll walk out the door." Seth said flatly. "That means we have to do something to stop that from happening."

The meter went up another notch. "Like?"

"I say we rush him, shove him into a chair and duct him to it."

Yeah, the alarm on the worry meter was sounding loudly now. He could practically see the life of an inmate laid out before him. That didn't exactly appeal to him. "You want us to essentially kidnap him?"

"No, it's not kidnapping…."

"Does abduction work better for you?"

Brown eyes rolled again, "No because neither of those words are accurate in this case. They're defined as carrying off by force. We're not going to remove him from his apartment."

"You looked it up?" He blurted out, "Been planning this long? Research this during one of your prior feuds with him?"

"Do you want to hear the rest of this or not?" Seth bit out tersely. "Or do you have a better idea?"

Roman blinked. "Well no,"

"Ok so where was I?" He smirked smugly. "The reason we have to restrain and gag him…"

"You never said anything about gagging him!" The powerhouse hissed, eyes wide in disbelief and that damn worry meter now completely off the charts with every detail added to this insane plan.

"If we don't, he won't stop cursing at us or threatening us with every death he knows, which we should really worry about because he knows some sick ones, long enough to listen. Duct tape his mouth and he's a captive audience. Problem solved."

Ok, that was a valid explanation. Didn't make the situation any better though because while it wasn't exactly a kidnapping scenario, it could definitely be considered a hostage situation by the law. "So you want to bind and gag our brother, hold him captive so we can force him to listen to us beg for a chance to make up all the wrongs we did. Then what?"

"Then we let him go."

"And you think that he'll just be like no hard feelings and let us leave?"

"Well, it's what I'm hoping what will happen."

Roman rubbed his temples slowly, "This is Dean we're talking about. You do remember that he's not exactly the most predictable person in the world. That he lives for getting revenge on people that he feels wronged him. Doing something like this would fall into that category."

"I know."

"Ok, so you do realize that once we freed him from his restraints that there's only two ways that this will possibly go, right?"

"I'm not sure…"

"Well I'm pretty sure that if we go through with your plan that it's not going to end in hugs and ice cream like you seem to think it will." Roman sighed heavily. "I'd be willing to bet that once we free him that he's either going to break his own rule and call the cops then gleefully watch them cuff us and toss us in the back of a squad car instead of him for once or he's going to dig into his vast knowledge of brutality and bury our bodies on some obscure trail he found while hiking."

Seth glared at him, "Like I said before, do you have a better idea?"

"No, but I do want it on record so you can testify to it at our trial that I'm not completely on board with this idea. But I'm a desperate older brother who doesn't want to lose someone he cares about so I'm willing to do something stupid to try to prevent that."

"Noted."