"You want to stay here forever or what?" Dean asked. Finally, he noticed the flat tire. And, knowing he, Seth, and Roman were the only three people around, and being almost one hundred percent sure it was not himself, it had to be either Seth or Roman who did it. Unless some third party threw a sword into it, in which case they had a good reason to worry.

"What are you referring to?" Seth asked politely.

"Our three-wheeled car."

"Oh, that," Seth exclaimed. He was happy the matter was not serious.

Dean did not share Seth's slackness. "Didn't we have a spare tire? I'm pretty sure we had one."

"We still do. It just changed location."

"Just like that, huh?"

"It's under the car, if you need to know."

"Why?" Dean asked.

Seth sighed. "You really wanna know the whole story?"

Dean shook his head. He was too tired to even care. That was why he decided to go inside the tent. Once there, he lay down and closed his eyes. He did not mean to sleep – even though he easily could – all he needed was a little bit of rest. And isolation from the outside world. That wish stayed unfulfilled because in next minute Seth was already right beside him.

"Was this ground always this comfortable?" Dean wondered. The need for silence was suppressed by Seth's presence.

Seth decided to try and see if Dean had a point. "Aww." He had.

"I know, right? I could spend a week just lying here, doing nothing."

Seth raised his head. "But we're still going home tomorrow, right?"

"Well, home . . . that's a bit of an exaggeration." Dean started reflecting on the whole concept of home. "But I guess when you spend most of your time away from home you have to give that word a more liberal meaning." Dean turned to Seth when he heard a chuckle.

"Home is where you don't have to sleep on the ground."

"Home is where the house isn't permanently on the move."

"Home is where you can leave the toilet seat up," Seth said.

Dean suspiciously looked at him. "Can you do that at home?"

Seth frowned and sadly replied, "No."

Dean lay on his back with his arms crossed over his chest. He was looking up at the point where the construction poles of the tent were connecting. "I wish I could call in sick."

Seth shared that desire. He knew exactly what Dean was talking about. Just as well, he knew that it was something that would never come true. Nevertheless, it had its bright side. "Imagine you could spend another day outside the ring. By yourself. What would you do?"

"Nothing."

"And what is it that you do when you do nothing?"

The conversation got confusing for Dean. He couldn't quite grasp what Seth was trying to say. For him, the answer was obvious. "When you do nothing you do nothing," he cleared that out for Seth.

Seth sighed. He felt misunderstood. "No. You start thinking. Reflecting. You want that?"

"We're talking on a hypothetical level here. Neither of us is getting a day off." He changed the approach when he saw Seth's disapproving expression. "I get what you're saying. You are right, I suppose. Being busy takes your mind off things. So I guess it's a good thing we have to work after all."

"That's the spirit," joked Seth. "Now should we start worrying about Roman?" he changed the topic.

"I wouldn't worry about him. He finds his way back home."

"What are you saying? You don't mean to leave him here, do you?" Judging by Seth's tone, he would be very much against it.

Dean chuckled. Although it sounded appealing, that wasn't what he had on his mind saying that sentence. "He'll get here. He knows where we're camping."

"Does he?"

"We had no problems finding it, so why should he?"

"We're waiting then?"

"Yep."

Seth sighed heavily. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the silence. He thought of the days to come. The work that was awaiting him. The exciting promos he would shoot. All the boos he would get. That's the stuff, he thought to himself, smiling. Honestly, he was looking forward to stepping back in the ring and he was sure Dean was as well, only exhaustion obscured their vision of imminent future. The recent moments still lingered on their minds and made everything else look more distant. But the truth was, it was over. The trip was coming to an end, and, judging by the exhaustion of the ones who were involved, nothing exciting would happen. That was surely a good thing, because although there had been many activities full of action, they were not necessarily enjoyable. Maybe one day they will turn into nice memories when they get old and start reflecting on the good old days. It may come to become something that'll make them chuckle. Now it was just something that was forcing their bodies to turn off. Exhaustion was evident and it would not be surprising if one or both of them fell asleep. Yet they somehow managed to stay awake.

"Have I told you about that one time I hitchhiked?" Dean suddenly said.

"No."

"I stood by the side of the road and this chick pulled over. It was getting dark outside and I was glad somebody would get me a ride because I had no idea where I was."

"Let me guess," Seth interrupted, "drunk?"

The assumption did not offend Dean. "No," he honestly answered and continued, "It had to be near a forest, I think. I don't know," he reflected. "There weren't many cars passing by; I knew I was lucky she stopped. It was strange, in a way, actually."

"Because it was dark and you can look rather intimidating?"

"Yeah." Dean smiled. "But I didn't think about it then. I just got in," he said. "She was kinda hot."

"You banged her."

Dean chuckled and shook his head. It did not necessarily have to mean Seth's guess was wrong, but it probably was.

"Oh, by the way," Dean remembered to mention a somewhat, but not really that much, important fact, "it was raining. My hair was wet and all over my forehead. I was trying to put it aside, so I didn't really pay attention to her when I asked where she was heading."

Seth watched the roof of the tent. The story seemed more interesting to Dean than to Seth. But he let him talk.

"As I was fastening the seatbelt I realized she was watching me. I looked at her, thought she might like was she saw. Soon I understood that was not the reason why she was watching me. She was waiting for my reaction."

"Reaction? To what?" Seth asked, pretending to be interested.

Dean chuckled. "It turned out she was pointing a gun at my stomach, I just didn't notice."

"What?" Seth looked at him. He wasn't expecting that twist. "What did you do?"

"What do you do in situations like these?" Dean posed a rhetorical question.

"Give her the wallet and run away."

That made Dean smile. "No. You think about the person who's holding the gun. Consider what they might do."

"Well, that's pretty clear; they can kill you."

"That's the question. Can they? Will they? It's all just a question of what they're capable of."

"That seems too much of a risk to me."

"It can be; I'm not saying it's not hazardous. But when you look that person in the eyes, when you examine the way she's holding the weapon, you know, you know what's gonna happen."

"You can't be serious," Seth exclaimed. How confident and mostly stupid Dean was to protest when facing a chance to die.

Seth's astonishment couldn't wipe that smile off Dean's face. "Getting scared is the worst thing you can do in situations like these," was Dean's 'clever' advice.

"I can't believe you're still alive," Seth admitted.

Dean looked down, reflecting. Yeah, he went through some pretty dangerous situations during his lifetime. He won over every single one. He still stood tall. The day he gives up will be the last day of his life. "You want to know what I did?" Seth's answer did not matter for it was clear he wanted to hear how the story went. "I looked at her; I did not break the eye contact for a single second. I wanted her to know that I was not afraid. That way she loses her confidence. Even though I wasn't looking I knew her hand was shaking. She might have done it before but this was certainly the first time anyone refused to obey. I knew what to do. I placed my hand over hers. Then I grabbed the gun. I pointed it at her." Dean smiled. "You should have seen the fear in her eyes. She did not see that coming. I said to her, 'If you're afraid of losing, don't play the game.'" He looked at Seth. "You need to say stuff like that to assert your dominance."

"You didn't. . . ."

"No. Of course not. I took the bullets out of the gun and threw them out the window. Then I handed her the gun."

"Why?"

"It belonged to her. And I had no business with it."

"But –" Seth still considered it stupid.

"It was harmless."

Seth shook his head. "If you say so. . . . So did you do anything else? Did you give her a lecture on how attacking someone is stupid? Or you just got out of the car?"

"No. Why?"

"Wait, you stayed?" Seth asked, surprised.

"Yeah. I still needed a ride."