Dean smiled. Seth's breathing became heavier. At what point this would be considered a crime, he wondered, an assault on his person. Then again, they spent the whole day breaking the law. If one of them was to speak of the events that happened during this trip, they would probably end up in prison.
And it wasn't like the evidence did not exist. Seth had the picture in his phone . . . still! Alone it meant nothing, judiciary speaking, but if they were to add the story to it, it would have unwanted consequences. Despite this, despite the general notion, common sense, that keeping any kind of evidence was wrong, Dean did not hesitate to create another one. He simply couldn't let the opportunity pass. Seth was naked. Defenseless.
Since Dean's phone was somewhere – well, he couldn't really tell where – he borrowed Seth's. Dean once again held Seth's pants, which were beautifully torn now. He put his hand in one of the pockets and after several seconds he pulled out a phone.
"My property!" Seth shouted.
As a result Dean smiled and emptied Seth's pockets. He showed Seth that he should be the last one to care about principles when it came to taking other people's property since he arrogantly took Dean's. There was all the weaponry, now lying on the ground. But Dean also found in Seth's pocket something else; something that he got very much interested in.
"What is it?" Roman asked. He couldn't see it very well since Dean held it in his hand and, moreover, Seth was blocking Roman's view.
But judging by Dean's expression, neither he seemed to know precisely what the object that he acquired was. From what Roman saw, it was small, more or less flat, of square or rectangular shape.
"Hmm," Dean mumbled, turning it around in his hand.
"Do you know what it is?" Roman asked. He was curious.
Seth watched the scene for a moment, then sighed. Dean knew he found. But to clear it out for Roman, too, Seth assertively said, "It's a condom."
"Oh," Roman replied, suddenly losing the interest.
Dean, on the other hand, still seemed interested. Okay, so it wasn't the question "What is it?" that bothered him. He turned to Seth, "Seth, would you care to explain?"
"I think it's pretty obvious," he replied coldly, refusing to participate in any new game.
"Well, it would be," Dean admitted, "if we weren't the only ones here."
"What do you mean?"
"What did you plan to use it for?"
"Oh," Roman exclaimed again. The change in tone was evident. Now he regained the interest.
Seth offensively defended himself, "Nothing! Okay? I did not plan to use it for anything."
"But if it came down to that . . ."
"Came down to what?" Seth angrily asked.
Dean did not answer. Suddenly he lost interest in the conversation. Something else popped into his mind. He stretched his arm to hand the condom over to Seth.
"Put it on."
"What?! No!"
"Dean?" Roman called at him. Once again he lost the track of Dean's revenge. What was his plan now?
Dean ignored him because Seth was his number one priority now. "Do you want me to do it?" He was already working on opening the package.
"Why in hell should anybody do it?"
"Because I want it," Dean explain, pretending to be offended and hiding it by focusing on reading what was written on the package. "Hmm, strawberry," he said out loud, excited.
"Roman!" Seth searched for support. "Aren't you gonna say something?"
"I would," he replied, "but I have no fucking idea what's on his mind. But I'd like to find out."
"So you're just gonna stand there and watch?"
"Yep. That's pretty much it."
Seth was furious. Now he felt the uncalled-for revenge was being taking too far. And if Dean put that condom on his penis, that would be crossing the line and it would require further action against him.
But Dean wavered. "No. This is not right."
"I'm glad you finally see that."
"No, I mean your dick. We need to get it bigger," Dean said cheerfully, and made it his goal.
But with the immediate intentions being cleared out, new problem arose for Seth. What means was Dean ready do use?
Dean embraced the challenge; he even already had an idea in mind. But first he took a picture. Though the attempt to capture Seth Rollins in his entirety failed.
"Ro, could you hold his arms? I'd like to get a picture of his junk."
Roman showed some disagreement over the issue of making this a lasting memory, but in the end he did as asked.
"Beautiful," Dean commented when he got a nearly perfect picture. In regard to Seth's lack of participation.
When it was clear that fighting back was useless, Seth simply uttered, "You should be ashamed of yourselves."
"Not as much as you," Dean replied while flicking through the pictures in Seth's phone. Apparently this wasn't Seth's first naked photoshoot. But Dean was looking for something else. Something that would help him accomplish his goal. But the pictures of Seth kept coming back. "Seriously, you have no principles?" Dean asked, aware of the irony. Then he smiled. "Now this is an unexplored territory."
"What is it?" Roman wanted to know.
"A girl!" Dean cheerfully shouted, as though it was the greatest thing ever.
"Leave it! Now!" Seth yelled.
"Who is it?" Dean asked. "Is it your girlfriend? I can't really tell. 'Cause, you know, there's no face." He burst into laughter over his own joke.
"Stop looking at it!"
Roman felt left out. "I want to see!"
"Don't you dare," Seth warned Dean, but it was already too late. Dean was showing the pictures to Roman. And he stayed on each picture a couple of seconds to ensure Roman noticed every detail.
"You two take pictures pretty frequently, don't you?" Roman directed the first question to Seth. Then he had one for Dean. "Are there any where they are both together?"
"I don't know. If it were to be full nudes, somebody else would have to take the pictures then . . . Let's see."
"No, we didn't have a private shooting session," Seth said sarcastically.
"But wouldn't it be great?" Dean thought out loud. "Hey, I could do it. I wouldn't even charge a lot. Actually if you let me join afterwards that'd be enough."
"Look, guys. We had fun, but couldn't we let it go? Couldn't you let me go? I'm getting cold so let's just settle this."
Roman and Dean looked at each other. It'd probably be fair. But it wouldn't be so much fun to cut the act in the middle.
"No."
"Well, it's not gonna work anyway."
"Not even if you look at this?" Dean proceeded to show him the same pictures he was showing to Roman before. "I bet it's gonna work." After a pause he added, "It works for me."
Seth just shook his head, trying to get rid of the murderous thoughts. He had to control the anger. Dean was just making fun of him, he did not mean it. But imposing those thoughts on himself did not work. Because there was some truth in what Dean said.
"It works for me as well," Roman told them. "But you should already know that, Seth." Since Roman was standing right behind Seth, of course Seth knew. He could feel it.
"Uhm, would you stop touching my ass with your dick?"
Roman was hesitant to do anything about it.
"Seriously!"
The angry tone finally persuaded Roman. "Fine! I'll stop touching your ass with my dick." So he switched to his hands, which, though, gave Seth another chance for escape.
"Dammit, Ro!" Dean shouted when it became up to him to prevent Seth from avoiding the fate Dean prepared for him.
"I'm sorry. Again."
"It's your only job."
But Roman refused to be a sidekick. "Well, I want more involvement in your plan."
"Be careful what you wish for."
Roman put his hands on Seth again, holding him tightly. He didn't care for the small distance between his genitals and Seth's ass, despite Seth's aversion to it. But at this point, even Seth surrendered. His last attempt to fight was a warning to Roman. "Just remember that by allowing all this you're letting him win."
"Win what? This is not a war."
"Even if it was," Dean said as a by-the-way, "better war than prison." That sentence did not make Seth feel any better. Especially when Roman kept standing behind him, holding him as his personal war prisoner. One thing was certain; Seth's future did not look bright.