PRIVACY

I have no idea where this came from, but enjoy! LOL.

Resting the back of his head against the wall behind him, a satisfied groan escaped a smiling Seth as he let the hot water from the shower run down the length of his sore body. As he closed his eyes, he listened carefully to the relaxing sounds of the water falling from the showerhead as well as the bathroom door opening and closing, and the toilet seat being lifted up before the sound of a zipper.

Wait. What?

"What in the hell?" Seth said to himself, eyes flying open again. He peered around the curtain to see the familiar back of someone with auburn hair standing in front of the toilet, sliding his pants down to his ankles. "Ambrose! What in the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Uh, obvious, isn't it?" Dean shrugged, glancing over his shoulder. "I gotta pee!"

"And this couldn't wait until after I was done with my shower?" Seth growled as Dean started to slide his underwear down. His face turning red, Rollins immediately closed the curtain again between the two.

"I couldn't hold it any longer." Dean replied casually, going about his business. "What's the matter, Sethie? I mean it's not like I'm dropping a number two or something. THAT would be disrespectful! Besides, I don't see what the big deal is! You're a guy, I'm a guy, and it's not exactly like I haven't seen you get changed into and out of your gear before!"

"I keep my underwear on under my gear." Seth shook his head, "So, as far as I know, there are still things I have that you haven't seen and that I don't want you to see. Understand?"

"Hmm?" Dean grinned mischievously, finishing his business and putting his pants back on before pulling the shower curtain back entirely. "Like what?"

"AGH! AMBROSE!" a red-faced Seth exclaimed, immediately trying to cover himself. "WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

"Trying to figure out what you meant by things I hadn't seen." Dean replied, looking at a certain region of Seth's body. "Huh, smaller than advertised! No wonder…"

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE BEFORE I MURDER YOU!" Seth exclaimed, almost tearing the curtain down as he yanked it closed again.

"Everything all right in there?" Roman asked after knocking on the door, prompting Dean to start laughing hysterically.

A few weeks later…

"Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn!" Dean complained, wiggling in his seat and prompting Seth to look up from the newspaper he had been reading. "I think that coffee went right through me!"

"Just going to have to wait." Seth replied, going back to his paper. "Uce is still in the shower. You know it takes him at least half an hour to do his usual hair care routine!"

"Yeah, but wetting my pants isn't exactly on my to-do list." Dean said firmly, getting to his feet. "We who are about to die salute you."

"You're going to go in there?" Seth realized, looking up again. "No way, man! Uce isn't like me, you know? He might ACTUALLY kill you!"

"Don't worry." Dean waved off, heading towards the bathroom. "If that happens, Renee knows what to do with my shit."

Hearing the bathroom door open and close again, Roman peered around the shower curtain to see Dean standing in front of the toilet, struggling with his belt.

"Really?" the dark-haired man sighed, even though he had mentally prepared himself for this to happen to him since the incident with Seth a few months ago.

"It's either this or wet myself." Dean replied, looking apologetically over his shoulder. "Sorry, Uce."

"Ah, whatever, man." Roman shook his head, letting go of the curtain before putting his head back under the shower head. "Just make sure that you wash your hands after you're done, all right?" A chuckle escaped him and he shook his head. "Damn, made me bring out my Dad voice."

"Huh." Dean chuckled, going about his business. "And here Seth and I thought that you'd fly into a rage like Princess did!"

"Any sane person would have!" Seth shouted from where he stood with his ear up against the closed bathroom door.

"Oh and it's not creepy to eavesdrop on someone going to the bathroom?" Dean raised an eyebrow. "You're just sick, Rollins!"

"Not getting a relaxing shower today. No, sir." Roman muttered to himself as he squeezed excess water from his hair. He smiled when he next spoke to Dean (and Seth.) "Nah, you're cool, brother. When you have kids at home, especially toddlers, you sort of get used to not having a whole lot of privacy, even in the bathroom. Plus, you know, I've been on many an Anoa'i clan vacation where there's 10 of us and one bathroom, so we had to make it work somehow." He paused for a moment, looking around. "Toss me my conditioner, would you? Orange bottle by the sink?"

"Got it, big man." Dean nodded, looking at the bottle before handing it over the top of the curtain. "That shit actually work?"

"Helps keep my hair game on point." Roman replied, grabbing it.

"Huh." Dean shrugged his shoulders as he washed his hands. "Maybe I should try it sometime!"

"You have to have hair first, Ambrose." Seth remarked, still just outside the bathroom door.

"Not exactly going to take hair tips from you, Former Two Tones." Dean fired back, "Why are you still eavesdropping anyway?"

"Well, I was going to say that it couldn't hurt." Roman smiled, "You know? With the way your hair has been going?"

"Oh, screw you too, Big Man!" Dean growled, albeit playfully. "I'm going to tell whoever you're facing tonight to rip some of your hair out on accident."

"I think that would be Kane," Roman chuckled as Dean turned to leave. "So, that shouldn't be too hard to convince him!" All playing dropped from his voice as he noticed Dean's hand grab the shower curtain. His tone became one he usually saved for the ring. "I'd think really hard before you do what you're planning to do, Deano."

"All right, all right." a frightened Dean replied, backing out of the room and shutting the door behind him. Breathing a sigh of relief, he looked over at Seth. "Do not go in there!"

"Wasn't planning on it." Seth nodded, having overheard Roman's threat. "You do know that there's…"

"A fine line between mischief and just having an outright death wish?" Dean finished for him with a nod of his own. "Yeah. Mischief just equals a pissed off Princess, while the death wish involves an angry Samoan."