"One last run, huh?" Seth asks, looking over at Dean with a small, sad smile. Wrestlemania ending means that Dean's time in the WWE is officially over, and he won't be part of the Digidestined any longer either.

"Seems so," he agrees, knocking shoulders with Seth. "You'll be fine."

Seth exhales. They'd originally been leaders of opposing teams, he for Raw and Dean for Smackdown, then Dean had been drafted onto the team, and they'd struggled to co-exist but it'd worked out in the end. "I wasn't joking at the end of Raw," he says softly. "I really have learned so much from you."

Dean stares at him. "And I've been inspired so much by you." When Seth smiles, almost shyly, Dean nudges him again. "C'mon, brother. Let's go kick some digital ass."

"Hell yeah," Seth says. There are lights all over the map as they arrive, and he hopes the Smackdown team can take care of some of the more simple ones as the Raw group marches determinedly to one a little out of the way.

It's a quiet village, he thinks, when they first walk up to it. Nothing looks out of order, nothing seems to be going on.. until they walk inside and start to explore. It's empty, there are no digimon or any other signs of life, and concerned glances pass through the group until Seth turns ahead of everyone else and stops short, gaping at something. "Guys-" He's just managed to choke out when there's a scrambling noise and something leaps high, the shadow falling down upon Seth before he's knocked clean off of his feet.

Dean blinks hard at the brutal beast pinning Seth down, claws and teeth and tail whipping around, threatening to tear him apart. "No Digicore," the creature intones, tossing his head back and forth in confusion as his claws rip at Seth's clothes, at his flesh, blood dripping from his long claws.

"HEY!" Dean snaps, instinctively moving as soon as he sees the red liquid staining the creature's nails. "Get AWAY from him!" Plesiomon forms behind him, large body stretching out before him, and then there's a pulse of energy and Death-X-Dorugamon goes flying off of Seth's prone form, Dean immediately leaning down next to him while Plesiomon chases off of the vicious creature. "Hey, hey," he says, resting his hand on Seth's chest and watching him. "It's ok. I'm here."

Seth shivers and shudders and stares up at him, gripping his wrist between trembling, bloodied fingers. "How... how will I do this without you?" he gasps out, Dean staring at him with solemn, soft eyes.

"You will. Because you're the architect. The kingslayer. The beastslayer." He smirks faintly. "You'll make it work. These guys have your back. Right?" he barks, looking up at the cluster of Raw superstars still standing around, watching on in shock.

"O- of course," Zack Ryder says, stepping forward and holding a hand out to Seth, helping Dean pull him up into a sitting position.

Blood's still trickling down Seth's chest and Tamina walks up, carefully patting it off with a wet wipe she'd pulled out of a packet held in her pocket, shrugging when he looks at her curiously. "I have kids," she says. "You get in the habit of hanging onto these things like a lifeline."

Drake and Heath help Seth up the rest of the way to stand on his feet, and Gable steadies him while pulling some antibiotic cream and gauze from the bag he's started bringing along just in case, working to crudely bandage Seth's chest up. "Not great," he says with a faint smile. "But it'll hopefully hold until we can get you proper stitches."

"Thanks," he exhales shakily, nodding at all of them. "All of you. Thank you so much." He knows this team will change- Dean by leaving, the superstar shake up next week, but for now. For now they feel like a properly functioning team. He smiles weakly, leaning into Dean as he hugs him, patting his side.

"Next time, look before you leap, huh?" Dean teases him and Seth nods. Before anything else could be said or done, Plesiomon returns, data scattered around his body, not his own, and Dean smirks faintly. "Taught him a good lesson, huh, partner?" Plesiomon hums and dedigivolves back to Otamamon, woving around at Dean's legs as he looks down at his partner. "Hey, Otamamon."

"Yes?"

"I'm leaving WWE," he says slowly, the words still feeling strange, but lightening, on his tongue. "This means we'll be earthbound digidestined. Unless you'd rather stay here." He swallows as his partner looks up at him curiously. "It's up to you, buddy. I know you'd miss it if you could never return here."

Otamamon shakes his head, an incredulous look on his face. "I would miss you more," he says honestly and Dean freezes, his eyes widening. "I think you're stuck with me, if that's ok."

"Of course it is!" he chokes out, grabbing his partner and lifting him up until they're eye to eye. "You've been the best ... digital... partner I've ever had." He casts a quick, telling glance at Seth, who smiles just a little even as he continues holding onto his chest. "I never want to lose you. And besides, this way, we can still kick ass if some big digital bastard comes to earth and tries to cause trouble."

"Exactly," Otamamon laughs, nuzzling under Dean's chin. "What an easy choice!"

It's never easy saying goodbye, Dean thinks, once Seth is fixed up a little at Luke's and they head for the digiport one last time. Change sucks. But, he decides, looking around at Seth and the others, sometimes it's what's best for everyone around.