Roman woke up early the following morning. He didn't sleep much at night because, unlike Seth, he wasn't willing to let Dean's flee pass. The probability of Dean coming back in the morning was high, so Roman made himself a promise to come with a revenge plan. But it wasn't that simple.

It had to be around seven in the morning when he left Seth alone with his dreams and took a walk. He didn't really get the chance to see the surroundings the previous day. Although, when he remembered Dean's hidden surprises, it'd be probably better not to try to discover anything. Just think, he said to himself. There had to be something that would catch Dean off-guard.

Poor Seth knew nothing. He was still asleep when Roman left, and honestly, his dreams made him forget about the events of the previous night. He just woke up to the sound of hissing. His eyes opened widely and his body tried to jump away when he noticed a snake next to him. Keep calm, he whispered, but his heart was beating fast and drops of sweat appeared on his forehead. What to do now? Seth's brain directed his thinking, trying to find a solution. No that he was really scared. Surprised, yes. Shocked. If only he wasn't alone in there. Where the fuck is Roman? Seth really noticed only now that his buddy was gone. Why was everyone abandoning him? No time for thinking, he realized. The snake was watching him. Would he attack? But before he'd get the chance, Seth grabbed its head and held it tightly. Carefully, so that it wouldn't get away, he stepped out of the tent, took a few more steps and released the snake. He smiled when he realized how bravely he dealt with the situation he found himself in.

Now where in the hell was Roman? Seth looked around, but his friend was nowhere to be seen. Just . . . Seth grinned. Nearby there was parked a car he hasn't seen since last night.

"Look who's back," Seth whispered.

That snake probably didn't appear in his tent as randomly as Seth initially thought. No. When there's a snake, there's an ache. Or, better said, a pain in the ass called Dean Ambrose. Now that revenge that Seth still had no idea about would come in handy.

"Where's that son of a bitch?" Seth asked rhetorically. It shouldn't be too difficult to spot him since there was literally almost no place to hide. Nor nearby. Yet both Roman and Dean were successful to disappear from Seth's sight. On the left, nothing. On the right, nothing. Behind? Nope. Seth made more steps in the direction of his previous location, but when he approached the tent again, he could see that it was vacated.

Then he heard whistling. And another one. Where was it coming from? It seemed to Seth that those two sounds came from different directions. Naturally, he turned his head to the side where he thought the sound came from. He could see nothing. And the next sound confused him even more because it came from another place. He felt like in a horror movie. Alone, watched by somebody. Except it was early morning and the sunlight ruined the scary atmosphere. Moreover, he knew it was Dean who kept whistling.

"Just come out," Seth encouraged him with bitter hatred for the game Dean was playing with him.

"No," answered the voice, which kept echoing for a few more seconds. How was he even doing this? ran through Seth's mind.

"Come on, Dean. I know it's you." He could even hear him laughing.

Seth followed the sound of the laughter and the steps he heard close to him, but still couldn't see the person making them. Seth walked carefully at first, but then, as he spotted a figure behind a tree, he started walking more briskly, until it turned into slow running. Then his body gave in and he almost found himself splashed over the ground. Only his quick reflexes prevented him from falling. He turned his head to see the reason; Dean implanted a trap. There was an almost invisible string, which he tripped over. Naturally. The sound of loud laughter brought another wave of anger onto him. "Not funny, Dean. Not funny," he uttered.

Since he could still see some moving body at the beginning of the forest, he followed it. Now he was being really careful. He entered the forest where he hoped the game to end. But as he was made to go deeper, the light was disappearing.

"Could we at least have a breakfast break?" Seth suggested.

No answer came from the man behind this "morning activity."

But in a minute, somebody called, "Hey, Sethie!" And then, "Follow the buzzards." That voice, though, certainly didn't belong to Dean Ambrose.

"What was that?" now Dean asked. So it really wasn't him who said that.

"You didn't invite the Wyatts, did you?" Seth asked. Now he had to be careful. He noticed something strange on the ground; possibly another trap. He avoided it. Just to step on a pile of shit. It was forest after all; there were animals with biological needs in it. "Shit," Seth exclaimed. His boot was now looking even dirtier and he didn't even want to know how it smelled. "Screw it." There was no point in chasing Dean. He knew it was him, and also that he'd keep on running away. Now washing the shit off the boot became the priority.

There appeared to be a stream nearby. Yeah . . . appeared, but there was none in reality.

"Looking for something?" Dean asked from behind.

Seth mumbled, "You, water, Roman." Then he spoke directly to Dean, sounding irritated and tired at the same time. "Could you just grow up and come here?" he said.

Seth used the grass and leaves to clean his boot. While doing so, Dean appeared next to him. The way he just showed up, without hesitation or playing annoying games, seemed suspiciously easy.

"I'm here," he even said, in an innocent, caring voice. "What's up?"

"Do you know where's Roman?"

"No."

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

"Well," Seth explained while working on his shoes, "last time I saw him he was next to me in the tent, about to fall asleep. Then I guess I fell asleep," he reflected. Dean didn't react in any way so Seth decided to say more. "In the morning he was gone. Maybe he disappeared during the night, I have no idea. Where did you go anyway?" he changed the topic, remembering how angry he was at Dean for that.

"I had other plans," Dean casually replied. When Seth seemed to be finished, Dean suggested, "Let's go look for Roman so that we can continue with our schedule."

"He's gotta be somewhere around here."

But he wasn't. He couldn't if he wanted to go with the plan he thought of. And it sounded pretty interesting in his head. Dean would be served some sweet revenge. Unfortunately, there was no time to explain the plan to Seth. Although, maybe it was better that he knew nothing.