Two weeks before Wrestlemania. Dean isn't sure what's more frustrating, that he's low-key injured heading into the biggest show of the year or that everything is falling apart in the Digital World leading up to it. Most of the Raw team's been abducted, gone, missing without a trace, and not a one of the Smackdown team's been bothered by anything, each and every mission going off easily. He's not sure what to think about it, staring at Owens as he chews on his bottom lip, clearly bothered by all of this more than he'd admit to. He's the last of the Raw group remaining and, although Dean has no interest in his distress, he understands it.

Not to mention Seth's missing too. Seth, with his injured knee and desperate attempt at rushing rehab just to be on Wrestlemania's card in some fashion. Dean exhales roughly and looks around at the others. "Let's continue looking," he says with authority- what a joke that is, after everything- but they listen to him, heading out. He's trudging behind, looking between the thin air around him and his digivice, trying to locate some sort of clue where everyone's at... when he feels something tickle his foot. He shakes it off and continues to walk, Otamamon chattering in his ear about this and that, when he feels it again. "What the hell!" he yells out, kicking wildly to get whatever it is off of his ankle when... he feels a sharp sting. "Whoa, shit."

Looking down, he finds it's an evil looking bug type Digimon, its stinger embedded in his skin. He wavers and Otamamon yells, hopping down to get at the creature- just to be entangled in silk string that start eletrocuting him. "Aaaah!" he cries out before his jaw and mouth are covered, keeping him from screaming any further.

Dean starts to waver, his strength failing him. "What ... are you, you little..." Before he can finish the curse, he collapses to his knees, and then falls the rest of the way, face first against the ground. He feels the creature crawling, shifting around, and then... somehow Dean is moved, carried away.

He wakes up in a dark cavern and hisses, unable to move, barely able to keep his eyes open. He can see, somewhat- makes out shapes and sounds nearby... and it doesn't take long for him to realize. Seth is laying directly across from him, unconscious and pale, but breathing. He alternates between relief at seeing he's alright, and anger at not being able to move enough to check on him properly. "Seth!"

Moving shifts his posture, makes it easier to see the others as well- Alicia is behind Seth, Cass and Enzo are crumpled a few feet away, leaning against a jutting rock. He squirms harder, wanting to say, do something, but it's all for moot. All he can do is watch and grit his teeth as the little bug creature makes his presence known, crawling up Dean's pant leg and staring up at him for a long moment... before covering him in a fresh round of his silk, which shoots off stabbing jolts of electricity that paralyzes Dean and leaves him in a half-daze before he feels the pressure of the creature's stinger once more and quickly falls unconscious as well.