It took Dean and Seth around 20 minutes to have finished taking a shower. They walked out of the bathroom with towels wrapped around their legs. "Where's Roman?" whispered Seth, as they walked into the bedroom. "Where's Roman?" whispered Seth, as they walked into the bedroom. "Must be in the balcony," replied Dean.
Seth sat on the bed unpacking his luggage whereas Dean put on one of Roman's tee that was lying on the bed. "Why are you wearing that?" asked Seth looking up at Dean.
"Cause, its mine, bish." the reply came flying back. Seth shook his head and continued to dig into his backpack. A happy expression came to his face when he pulled a black t-shirt out of his backpack.
"You're gonna wear black cause I'm wearin black?" questioned Dean. Seth frowned and stuffed the t-shirt back into his backpack. He then pulled out a cream coloured tee and started to wear it right then. Meanwhile, Dean was all dressed up but was pretending to lace up his pants, stealthily staring at Seth. Seth, as he thought Dean was not looking at his direction, started to get the towel off his legs. As soon as Seth had undressed the lower part of his body, Dean called out to Roman. "Hey, Rom! Rom!"
"What the...-" exclaimed Seth, as he grabbed his towel close to his legs.
"What?" Roman responded from the balcony.
"I think your phone's vibrating...-" continued Dean.
"Hey, no!" snapped Seth. "Dean, that's insane. Stop it, right now."
"Hey Rom,you comin?" Dean called out, standing at the door.
"I'm not done yet, Dean. Shut up now, I beg you," cried Seth.
"Oh, you aren't done yet?" said Dean, as he turned back to look at Seth."You could've told that to me earlier. I didn't know."
"Why are you being so loud, Dean? What's goin on?" Roman chided, as he came walking towards the bedroom door but the paused for a while when his eyes caught a glimpse of Seth who was partly dressed and was struggling to cover his legs with a towel. Roman quickly got his eyes off Seth and turned towards Dean who stood there smirking.
"Holy crap, Dean. I knew it was all your doing. Come with me, now," Roman yelled at Dean and dragged him away from the bedroom, closing the door behind him for Seth to dress up.
As soon as Roman and Dean entered into the balcony, Dean burst out laughing. "Oh my God, the look... The look... The look... Dang it, I can't speak without laughing."
"Stop laughing, Dean," said Roman, bossily.
Dean gulped and wiped the tears off his eyes. "The look on Seth's face was so damn precious," he said. Roman started to crack up right then. "Gee," exclaimed Roman as he joined Dean. After they had laughed hard for a moment, Roman hushed Dean. "Sshhh...! Seth will be here at any moment."
"Alright," said Dean, trying to calm himself down. Roman and Dean peered out of the balcony looking at the city at night.
"Anyways, what have you been doing here, Ro?" asked Dean.
"Nah, i was just... lookin at the sky. I wish i had a cup of coffee with me." said Roman, looking out of the balcony.
"And, guess what, I ain't sleepy." added Dean.
"Ah," said Roman and turned towards Dean. "Your aunt had called you when you were takin a shower."
"Huh?" gasped Dean and felt his pockets looking for his phone.
"She had called me on my number i guess a couple of minutes earlier asking me why you weren't answering her calls." added Roman. Dean took his phone out of his pocket to find that he had got over five missed calls from a contact named 'Mum'.
"Ugh, crap!" exclaimed Dean as he dialled up the number immediately.
"Hello, is that you Dean?" Dean heard his uncle's voice over the phone.
"Yeah, dad," answered Dean.
"Where the hell were you? Don't tell me you were showering for the last half an hour." his uncle yelled.
"I was showering, dad," replied Dean.
"What an idiot!" snapped his uncle. "Okay, just drop that. Jane has got a bump over her head...-"
"WHAT?!" gasped Dean. "Where's mum? Where is she? I've gotta talk to her."
Roman did not know what Dean and his uncle were talking about but was sure that something bad had happened to Dean's aunt. He grabbed Dean's arm, looking at his with his eyes full of concern. Dean made a face as his uncle continued to yell at him. He soon heard his aunt's voice over the phone which sounded as if she were speaking from a distance. "Ah, stop yelling at him for no reason. Do you think he is less busier than you? Gimme the phone. I've to talk to him." Her voice sounded clear enough when she said, "Hello, Dean?"
"Hey, mum! Mum!! Can you hear me? How're ya?" Dean spoke out in one breath whereas Roman grabbed Dean's arm tighter.
"Oh,calm down, dear. Calm down. I'm fine," said his aunt.
"How did you get the bump?" Dean asked immediately.
"I slipped over on the bathroom floor and... banged my head onto the floor." laughed his aunt.
"You laughing, huh? You laughing? Your injury must be a minor one as compared to the other head injuries. Had it been that serious, you wouldn't have been able to laugh in this manner right now. How could you be that clumsy? You're not even 60 years old," yelled Dean.
"Hey Dean, shut up man!" hissed Roman angrily.
"How dare you talk to your aunt like that, Dean Ambrose?" chided Dean's aunt."Is that the way you're going to talk to your aunt who's not well?"
"You aren't my aunt. You're my mom," snapped Dean. "I keep thinking about you everytime i make my way towards the ring or everytime i win a big win cause i care a lot about you... I... I miss you. You have no idea how much i miss you." His voice cracked as he started to feel heavier at his throat. "And now that you say you've carelessly bumped your head onto the floor, aren't i supposed to get angry?"
"Hey Dean," said his aunt gently. "You're very much precious to me as well. I know you're working super duper duper hard and you're not even able to talk to us for a while even though you miss us a lot. It's my fault that i couldn't take care of my body. I owe you an apology, son."
Dean was on the verge of crying but he closed his eyes trying to hold back his tears. "There's not even a single minute when i don't pray for you to be safe. And i get more than happy whenever i see you on TV, Dean." continued Dean's aunt.
"Mum, " said Dean in a cracked voice. "Are you at home or at the hospital?"
"No, we didn't have to stay at the hospital for long. We came back home immediately after my head was bandaged and now I am...-" replied Dean's aunt.
"I'm coming home tomorrow."
"Hey, Dean. I know you're busy...-"
"Don't worry about that. I love you," said Dean and hung up. He put his phone back into his pocket and run his fingers through his hair. "She slipped on over the bathroom floor and got her head smashed," shouted Dean, looking at Roman. "I had always told her to...-"
"I know, " said Roman, as he put his arms around Dean and pulled him into a hug. "I know," he said once again, stroking Dean's head gently.
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