It took Dean a while to recover from two attacks on his masculinity. Even when he was finally able to stand up, he still felt the left-over pain and though he failed to see why it was so hilariously funny. While the other two laughed, he remained hostile and angry.

"Okay, I think I can safely say that we're done hurting each other."

"We'll see about that," Dean angrily uttered as a response to Roman's comment.

"Come on, Dean," Seth joined the conversation, "I think we've all had enough. Especially you. Look at yourself. You're dirty, you smell . . . you yourself got to be pretty disgusted over yourself. Besides, I'm sure you're exhausted." He briefly looked at Roman standing next to him. "We all are. Seriously, so much happened I don't even remember who started this."

"Dean," Roman said even before Seth finished his sentence. Dean gave him a stink eye but that didn't stop Roman from continuing making fun of him. "When you're in doubt, go with Dean. It's always him."

"Oh, you're so funny," Dean bitterly replied.

"Alright, alright. In 97% of cases it's Dean who starts the fight."

Dean sighed, then decided to let it pass. Seth was right; he was exhausted. It's been a long day after all. Full of surprises . . . one worse than the other.

Seth saw the opportunity. "How about a truce?" he suggested.

Dean indifferently shrugged his shoulders and waved his hand in sense of "yeah, whatever." On the one hand, Seth took it as an agreement to the armistice, but on the other hand, with Dean one simply could never be one hundred percent sure that he'd keep his word. He'd make peace now, he'd start a fire in ten minutes.

But even with uncertainty Seth moved on to Roman. "I'm happy with my score," Roman declared. "So, sure, I'm for it."

Dean didn't seem to be paying attention. He wasn't planning anything – nothing of that kind – but there had to be a reason for that ignorance. Maybe it was the tiredness. Or he was unhappy with how the things developed. He looked a bit depressed.

Seth, who was walking behind him, noticed something odd about his friend. Well, odd . . . if he really was sad, it was understandable. "Hey, Dean!" he called.

"What?' Dean asked. Only for an instant did he look at Seth, then he continued looking ahead, or actually to the ground.

Sympathy made Seth come up with that suggestion. "What if we packed everything and spend the last night in that nice hotel?"

Seth succeeded in making Dean smile, though Dean kept that smile hidden from him.

"Thanks, but it's fine here."

"Really? Wouldn't you like to take a shower at least?"

Now Roman interrupted. "Hey, if he can take a shower, I want too!"

Dean stopped and turned around. He grinned and told Roman, "Don't worry, nobody's taking a shower."

Neither that option made Roman happy. When he imagined he would spend the night by Dean's stinky side. . . . Fuck, he realized. All three guys would be occupying the same small tent filled with the scent that would easily make one puke. He better not breathe tonight.

"I think I'd prefer a hotel room," Roman said, hoping Dean would change his mind.

But he just said, to both of them, "Don't be pussies."

Then Dean returned to his melancholic state of being.

Seth gave it another try. He asked more directly now, "Then tell me what can we do to cheer you up?"

Roman's "Hey," as a reaction to we went unnoticed.

"Cheer me up?" Dean repeated, amused. "Do I look sad?"

"Yes," Seth replied without hesitation.

"Please." He laughed. "I expect you two to know the difference between sadness and hunger."

"Well," Seth said, taken back, "It seemed logical you'd be upset." Of course, he understood that Dean was hungry. He was as well. But that didn't mean the other had to be wrong. "After all you went through. . . ."

That found Roman offensive. "Why are you on his side again? Wasn't he the one who dragged us here and cut us off the outside world? Wasn't he the one who planted traps all over this place? Wasn't he the one who left us here alone last night? Wasn't he the one who wanted to shoot at me and then actually did?"

"Alright, alright," Seth interrupted. He sensed Roman could go on for a while. "But weren't you the one who haunted him? And weren't you the one who kidnapped him, tied up his limbs, covered his mouth, and pointed gun to his head? We're you the one who made him give you a blowjob? We're you the one who kicked him in the nuts?"

"Like you are innocent," Roman replied to end the dispute. All three were guilty; that was the bottom line. "Besides, weren't you the one who took a picture of my dick in Dean's mouth?" Roman counterattacked.

"What?" That caught Dean's attention. He either didn't know about it or forced it out of his consciousness.

"I asked you to erase it," Roman reminded to Seth. "Can I see your phone to check that you've done it?" He somehow suspected the picture was still existed. And Seth's hesitation did not make him change his opinion.

"I've erased it," Seth said. His declaration, though, was preceded by a moment of silence.

"Show me your phone," Roman demanded.

"I don't have to."

Dean had something to say too. Building on the premise that Seth kept the picture he said, "You already have a pretty gay reputation in WWE, so are you sure you want to have that picture in your phone?" At least this topic improved Dean's mood. "Unless," he continued, enjoying teasing Seth, "you know, you want that picture because of . . . reasons." Dean smiled.

"I have a girlfriend!" Seth shouted.

"That perfectly fits into the picture. I mean, you don't want it to be evident. That's understandable. But who knows? Maybe you sleep in separate bedrooms –"

"We don't!"

"When I think about it, I've never even seen you two kissing."

"That's a lie!" Seth fought hard for victory which was farther and farther, quickly disappearing from his sight.

Dean turned to Roman for support, "Have you?"

Roman shook his head. "No."

"Are you ganging up on me?" Seth asked.

Dean looked at Roman with a smile on his face. He got an interesting thought. "Seth's right. We both hurt each other. A lot. But Seth looks like he could use some damage."

Roman did not oppose. Seth was definitely the cleanest one with least physical and emotional pain. He smelled like a freshly washed baby, even though he hasn't showered since yesterday morning.

Fear that Seth began to feel was understandable. If those were to work together to even things out, it would not end well for him.

"I'll delete the picture," he promised. He seemed nervous. Starting to shake.

"Oh, I don't care about the picture. Keep it," Dean happily refused the offer.

Roman did not share the same enthusiasm because he really wished for the damn picture to disappear, but he knew that there was something better, more important, building up.

"We have a truce," Seth reminded them in the last hope for leaving him alone.

Dean laughed. "Roman and I, we have a truce. You, on the other hand. . . ."

Seth didn't stay there to listen to the threats. He considered his options and decided to run away while he had the chance.

The remaining duo shortly joined in. They were glad Seth decided to flee because it gave them chance to deserve their prey. The hunt began.