Seth's POV

"Crossfit is actually going to kill someone some day." Dean mumbled and winced as he closed the car door, "I think I'm first in line."

I roll my eyes, but gave a small smile, "I told you to do more stretching."

"I did a lot of stretching." He assured me as we walked towards the door, "I never stretch that much when I get ready to work out. This is ridiculous."

"Oh hush." I commented and rolled my eyes again, "I'll help you ice when we get in the house."

"Great." He mumbled, "Then I'll be cold all freaking day."

"You wanna stop hurting?"

"I wouldn't be hurting in the first place if you wouldn't have dragged me there."

"Consider it Karma for making me cook for you at 2 in the morning."

"You ended up burning my damn toast anyways."

"Because you distracted me!"

"How did I-" he began to say, then thought for a moment, "Ohh... that's no excuse."

"You sucking my dick isn't an excuse-"

"Will you shut the fuck up before the entire neighborhood hears you?" He immediately shouted, "Open the damn door."

I let out a low chuckle as I stuck the key in the door, twisting it then gently pushing the door open just in case Kevin had decided to take a nap in front of the door.

After feeling no resistance, I slowly push the door open and enter the house with Dean close behind me.

"So I talked to Hunter this morning." I commented as I tossed my keys on the coffee table.

"What he say?" Dean asked as he walked over to the couch, wincing as he slowly sat down.

"He was pissed cause it was last notice but said, and I quote, 'if this is what it takes for my top talent to get it together, then do it. Just be at the live show Sunday night.'" I stated and Dean gave a small nod.

"So I get at least three more days off." He said with a yawn, "Sounds like a plan."

"So that means we can go workout again tomorrow?" I asked and immediately laugh when he glared at me.

"Not that Crossfit bullshit." He mumbled as I walked into the kitchen, "We can go work out, but we're working out my way. We're gonna take a scenic run through the damn woods or some shit. It'll be great. It's very relaxing. We might get to pet the baby deer."

"I don't think touching the deer is a good idea." I comment as I walk to the cabinet and grab a few ziplock bags.

"Are there even any deer around here?" Dean questions as I walk towards the freezer and grab a handful of ice.

"Yeah." I comment as I place the ice in the bags, "They stay off in the woods most of the time. Sometimes they jet in front of cars and stuff but that's normal I guess. I never really see them cause I'm gone all the time. That, and their pretty scarce with all hunting season and stuff."

"People still hunt?" He questioned surprisingly, "I thought they stopped that shit in the 1800's."

I stiffed a laugh as I wrapped the bags in a few paper towels, "Yes, people still hunt. I don't necessarily like it. I don't like deer meat either, but some people still use it as a way to eat and I respect that. Not all of us can afford to go out to a store and buy meat. It's when they kill for game that sickens me. Why kill an animal just to put its head on your wall?"

"Yeah I agree." He commented as I walked into the living room with bags in my hand, "Wait so I don't have to ice bath?"

"Do you want a ice bath?"

"Does it look like I want a ice bath?"

"Put the damn bags where it hurts." I commented with an eye roll as I passed him the bags.

"Alright, sheesh." He commented as he placed one of the bags on his shoulder, then stopped when his phone chimed.

"Who's that?" I asked as I propped his leg on the coffee table and placed a bag on it.

"Renee." He responded as I placed the bag on his leg, "Cold, cold, cold, cold."

"Quit being a baby." I stated while rolling my eyes, "What's she up to anyways?"

"She's riding around with Balor." Dean mumbled as his fingers tapped against the screen, "Roman flew out to go see Randy."

I frowned slightly, "Since when has Bálor hung out with you guys?"

Dean stops typing and looks up from his phone with a smirk, "What are you? Jealous?"

"What?" I asked, "No. I'm just asking why he was hanging out with you guys lately, that's all. Why would I be jealous of Finn?"

"I don't know." He commented with a shrug, "He's pretty good looking don't you think."

I shrug, "He's alright."

"Oh please." Dean commented while tapping away on his phone again, "He looks like some sorta Greek god. But hell if I'd ever actually be attracted to him though. He's annoying."

"How's he annoying?" I asked as I sat on the couch next to him.

"He's too pretty."

I burst out laughing and Dean immediately rolled his eyes.

"So you dislike him because he's attractive?" I asked him, "I've talked to Finn a few times before. He's not that bad."

"Look I don't know." He said while rolling his eyes, "He annoys me. His face annoys me. And those damn pick up lines make me nauseous."

"What pickup lines?" I asked him and he rolled his eyes again.

"He likes to tell me pick up lines just to make me wanna kill him, and myself a little bit more." He said, then paused and dug in his jacket pocket, "Look, he actually wrote some and gave them to me before I left."

Seconds later, Dean pulled out a wad of paper and his earbuds. Shoving his earbuds back in his pocket and opening up the crumbled piece of paper.

"See look." He said as he scanned the paper, "If you were a Transformer you'd be Optimus Fine. Jokes on him because I've never seen Transformers."

I laughed and held out my hand, "Lemme see."

He rolled his eyes and handed me the paper, "It'll burn your eyes, I promise."

"Hush." I commented as I scanned over the paper, "If you were an angle you'd be acute one."

"I don't get it." Dean said with a shrug.

"An acute angle."

"Still don't get it."

"It's math Dean." I say with a sigh, "Like an obtuse triangle or an obtuse angle. Acute triangle, acute angle. This is basic geometry."

"Fuck that shit. I'm even not good at math." He protested, "I'm a wrestler for Christ sake."

"What does being a wrestler have to do with not being good at math?" I questioned and he rolled his eyes.

"We perform in a roped off square and we call it a ring as thought it's circular." Dean commented with a shrug, "Whoever invented wrestling obviously didn't pass geometry either."

"I swear I lose IQ points when I talk to you sometimes." I sigh and he rolled his eyes.

"Stick with me and you'll be as smart as a squirrel by the time you die." He grunted and I laughed as I returned my eyes back to the paper.

"I most certainly am a King in the bed." I read and raised a brow, "I don't get it. It's not funny."

"Well none of them are humorous in my opinion." Dean comments while rolling his eyes.

I shrug and continue, "If I were a king and you were a queen, in the cosmic game of chess, would you mate with me? This one makes more sense I guess."

"What's with this bastard and kings?" Dean mumbled.

I shrugged, "Maybe its because of character?"

"I thought his character was a Demon?"

"Demon king." I corrected him and continued to look at the page again, "I think he wrote some of these. What's cooking good lookin?"

"What is this? The 1950s?"

"You're a mistake I wanna make."

"That one doesn't make any sense."

"Hey honey, wanna be my bunny?"

"I think I threw up a little in my mouth." He commented while rolling his eyes, "Those aren't even clever, they just rhyme."

"Speaking of more rhyming," I commented, "Roses are red, Violets are Blue. My poetry is cute, but not as cute as you."

"That ones-" he started to comment, but immediately stopped, "Huh?"

"What's wrong?" I asked him and he gestured for the paper.

"Roses are red. Poetry..." He mumbled as he glanced at the paper once before standing up with a wince, the bags of ice falling on the ground.

"Where are you going?" I asked as he began walking towards the back, not answering me.

"Dean?" I called out a few seconds later when things had gotten quite, "You ok?"

I got no response but seconds later Dean appeared in the living room again with another paper in his hand.

"It's the exact same fucking handwriting." He growled, "I can't believe I was this fucking stupid."

"Dean what's wrong?" I questioned worriedly.

"He's been running a fucking game on me." He growled again as he crumbled the paper up.

"Who?" I questioned, "Finn?"

"Yes Finn!" He shouted, "He was supposed to be making you jealous and he was the one who sent me that damn basket all along!"

"Make me jealous?" I questions, "Sent you a basket? Dean I am so confused right now."

"I'm pissed the fuck off." He growled, "I'm going to actually kill him... Renee is going to actually fucking kill him."

"Dean, do you wanna explain what the fuck is going on?" I questioned as he grabbed his phone off the couch quickly began to dial a number.

"Oh I'm gonna explain alright." He commented as he pressed the phone to his ear, "And were going back to work before Sunday. I have something I have to handle and you're gonna help me out."

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