Roman grinned at the thought of Dean missing out. He felt no sympathy for him since it was all his fault. He watched the shadow on the wall of the tent, imagining Dean's angry face. For a second, a thought of Dean digging his way back into the tent popped up in Roman's mind. He even looked at the ground to see a hole appearing and Dean's stubborn head in it, but of course none of that happened. That master plan was too perfect even for Dean.

"Go on," Roman encouraged Seth in telling his second story of the day. He proceeded to grab a beer, handed one to Seth, and then asked, "Hey, Dean, you want one?" And with the sound of the bottle opening, Roman knew Dean'd get a pretty clear image of what was happening inside of the tent. Roman didn't wait long for Dean's answer; after hearing the first syllable he interrupted Dean, saying, "Oh . . . wait." And he laughed. "Cheers, mate!" he addressed the only other present person in their awesome crib. Well, it was pretty solid. And now that they got Dean out of there, it was fairly spacious, too.

"So . . ." Seth started, but reconsidered when he found out there was still too much liquid in his mouth to talk. He swallowed and then finally he got into storytelling. "It was a long time ago –"

"Wait, weren't you supposed to tell that follow-up to that incident that happened last year?"

Seth scratched his "beard." "Okay. So it did not happen a long time ago."

"Technically –"

"Just don't turn into Dean. Or you'll follow him outside."

Roman chuckled. "Yeah, right, 'cause you are strong enough to force me out of here."

"Who said I'd need to use strength? I know your deepest fears, bro."

For a moment, Roman was watching him quietly. You have nothing on me. Was that was Roman was thinking? Finally, Roman said, guessing, "You'd fart, wouldn't you?"

Seth smiled widely, showing his teeth. Sparkling eyes were indicating Roman's guess was probably right, but it just as well could have been simply caused by amusement. There was a pretty good chance Seth knew better ways to make himself the king of the tent.

"The question is whether you want us to leave this place as friends or not."

"I don't think that's happening. We've already got Dean out of here and it's only a matter of time who stays and who'll be the next one to leave."

"Speaking of which," Seth said. He seemed distracted by some noise heard not that far from them. A noise of the engine starting. "You don't think Dean's taking our car and leaving, do you?" Seth expressed his fears.

"I'm afraid that bastard is taking my car." Hurriedly Roman unzipped the tent to look outside. "That jerk!" he cried when he saw that now there was neither Dean nor the car. "I'm gonna kill him!"

"Not if I find him first," Seth, now standing beside Roman, added.

"There's never enough times for Dean Ambrose to die."

"What are we actually gonna do now? You think he'll come back?"

"Depends on his mood, I'd say. But I'm too tired to deal with it now; nor have I an idea what to do."

Not having a better plan – none plan at all actually – they returned inside.

Roman lied down and yawned. "I just want to sleep."

For a short moment, the place fell silent. Then Seth asked, "But I can still win the storytelling competition, right?"

Roman chuckled. "I suppose so. But the thing is, Dean's got the prize – if there's any."

"Great," Seth uttered sarcastically. But he still wanted to tell the story. He chose a different one, though. "It'll happen tomorrow. And it won't be nice."

"I like that." Roman started to focus on Seth again. It would be sweet if he came with a revenge plan. Dean'd definitely deserve a nasty revenge for bailing out like that.

"This is how it'll go. He'll return. He'll come back early in the morning to wake us up like we know he will. You know, to make sure we won't oversleep." A grin appeared on Seth's face. "But we'll be waiting for him. Ready for some action."

"When you say action . . .?"

Seth sighed. Like not this again. "I mean tying him down . . ." Seth stopped. "Which probably doesn't make it that much clearer. But hey, there'll be a beating. Don't worry about that."

Roman lied down again, closed his eyes. His hands rested on his chest. "So tell me that nice goodnight story."

Seth lied down as well, in opposite direction. His eyes were directed at the sky, which he couldn't see, though. But even the ceiling served well as a focus point.

"It's early morning, we're both sleeping – at least that's what Dean's thinking as he unzips the tent. He quietly gets inside to surprise us, and shouts, "Morning, idiots," or something like that. But I heard him parking the car and I got ready. Big time ready. In my left hand I hold a Swiss Army knife and in the right one . . . well, I don't know. I haven't planned it yet," Seth admitted, sadness in his eyes. If only he could think of a revenge. But it really wasn't that simple. "You have something?" he turned to Roman for help.

Roman, though, was distracted by the bugs gathering on top of their tent. The light attracted them. "Nope. Just say the other story. I'm gonna fall sleep soon anyway."

"Well, thanks," Seth said with sarcasm in his voice. "That really makes me feel better."

"Look, Seth, let's be honest here. It's late. Dean's gone. And I'm tired. So if you want to tell the story, I don't mind."

"You don't mind?" Seth repeated, now lacking the former excitement.

"Really. Just go ahead; I like listening to your voice. I actually think it's a compliment if I fall asleep as you talk."

"Compliment?" He sighed and got up.

"Where you're going?" Roman asked as he noticed Seth on his way out.

"Don't know. Look if Dean isn't hiding behind the next corner."

Roman smiled.

"Goodnight."

As Seth's right foot touched the outside ground, Roman raised himself and said to him, "Come on. Just stay inside; it's safer and cozier. I seriously doubt that Dean's still nearby. He drove away; you heard him," Roman reminded him.

"It's just . . . this isn't turning out the way I'd want it."

"I understand. But hey, remember this was all Dean's plan. And we both know him pretty well. He's coming back."

"You said he wouldn't."

Roman chuckled.

Finally Seth seemed to have understood. "This is not the end of it. This weekend'll get worse, won't it?"

"You can bet it will. So now just, please, come inside, lie down, and wait for the morning to see Dean's stupid face again."

Seth did sit down on the floor. "You think he's staying at that nice hotel?"

That brought a smile to Roman's face. "That bastard!" he said, but humorously. "That was a good plan." He looked at Seth. "I knew we'd be the ones to suffer throughout this whole trip."

"If Dean's goal is to make this an unforgettable memory, he's on a good way to succeed."

"Seth?"

"Yeah?"

"You realize we can fight back?"