The next morning…

Dean forced his eyes open, the harsh sunlight seeping in from the window temporarily blinding him. He held a hand up to somehow block some light from his blue eyes as he looked around the room. He didn't need to do that much because Seth was still curled up beside him, the half-blonde loosely holding Ambrose's left hand with his right one.

Seth looked so serene lying on his side, facing Dean in a half-fetal position. His bi-colored hair a messy curtain around his face and his mouth slightly open as soft snores and mumbles under his breath. Some time during their slumber, Seth cried again but Dean assumed it was nothing serious.

He bent down and gently kissed Seth's lips, which caused the sleeping man to stir and open his eyes when Dean leaned back.

"Why the hell are you up so early?" Seth asked playfully, his voice groggy with sleep. He sat up, rubbed his eyes and leaned back against the wooden headboard. "We could never wake you up in the morning."

"Well, a lot changed while you were gone."

Seth felt bad because of Dean's reply but Dean was smiling at him so he lightened up.

"I..uh…I better get dressed because I'm supposed to be downstairs in an hour." Dean excused, scratching at the bridge of his nose but didn't move to get off the bed. He patted the lump under the blanket that he assumed to be Seth's hip.

Seth checked his wristwatch, which was still around his wrist somehow. It was 8:30 AM apparently and he knew that the bus would leave soon so he nodded and got up from the bed himself. They showered in turns and got dressed silently but it wasn't as awkward as before. When they were ready to go, Dean stood in front of Seth and smiled.

"See you at the arena, yeah?"

Seth laughed like he just heard a really funny joke. "Idiot, we'll both be in the same bus."

"Well, we better get going, champ."

The champion rolled his eyes and they went downstairs to the lobby and parted ways: Dean with Roman, Ziggler and Kingston and Seth with the Authority. But Dean didn't feel angry to see him with them anymore. When they went on the bus, the Authority sat at the front and Dean and his companions sat at the back. It reminded the Lunatic of his high school days but the difference is that he wasn't by himself this time.

From the third row of the bus, Seth would glance back at Dean and the blonde would catch him looking every time. He would look away with a smile on his face and Dean would look out the window chuckling or he would whisper something in Roman's ear. There was no tension between their glances, just a typical crush-like romance and it was nice.

They all got to the arena and everyone went about to usual business: Going to the gym, checking their gear, practicing wrestling moves. Dean went to his locker room and sat down on the bench. He got out of his street clothes and wore his black sleeveless shirt with his initials on it, denim pants and boots. He was taping up his wrists when there was a knock on his door.

"Door's open." He answered, not looking up. The door opened and Dolph Ziggler entered, crossing his arms once he closed the door.

"Okay, what's going on with you and Rollins?" He asked skeptically. He looked down at Ambrose and it made the Lunatic uncomfortable.

"Nothing," he answered confidently. "What makes you think there's something going on?"

"He kept looking at you in the bus, man. Really, what's with you guys?"

Dean sighed and bit of the tape when he finished wrapping his wrists.

"Nothing. We just made up, is all."

"You made up?" Ziggler wasn't buying it one bit. Just a few days ago, he helped break up a fistfight between the two men and now, all of a sudden, they just made up and became friends again?

"I'm not buying it, man. It's not like you to jus forgive people, especially Rollins."

"Yeah, well, you guys just don't know me as well as you think you do. Now if you don't mind…."

Dolph held up his hands in surrender and left Dean alone. The blonde fished his phone from his pocket and sent a text to Seth.

'Stop looking at me on da bus. Zig's getting suspicious.'

He cleared his stuff in his bag and got up to leave but his phone vibrated for a message.

'Oh, he is? Sorry, not sorry, Dean. :P'

Dean rolled his eyes and turned his phone off so he wouldn't be distracted. He was in a match against Barrett and he wanted no distractions.

"Seth, are you listening?"

Stephanie's voice jolted Seth out of his thoughts. The two-toned man blinked and Stephanie looked at him with a look of frustration.

"Uh..yeah. Sorry." He stammered, clearing his throat. Thankfully, she went back to their discussion and Seth tuned them out again. He just wanted to get out of here so he could talk to Dean. This meeting was boring and he wanted to leave already. The topic doesn't even have anything to do with his championship or his rivalry with Randy so why should he sit here for 30 minutes?

The meeting ended just 30 minutes before Raw started and Seth stood up and turned to leave when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Kid, we need to talk." Kane said simply, turning Seth back around to face him.

Seth raised an eyebrow. "Okay….What is it?"

"Something's going on between you and Ambrose and I wanna know what it is."

Man, was Seth really that transparent? He scratched the back of his head, anxious to leave already, as he answered, "Uh, nothing's going on. Can I go now?"

"Does it have anything to do with the fact that you weren't answering any of our calls last night? Or that you were with that kid when you came down to the lobby?"

Kane crossed his arms as he waited for Seth's response. Seth's eyes shifted to the door then back to Kane before dashing out of the room, eventually losing the big man somewhere. He made it to the Catering area where he stopped to catch his breath.

"Wow, what's chasing your tail, princess?"

Seth raised his head and Dean closed the space between them, kissing his lips right there in front of everyone. Paige and AJ looked at them with a hint of interest, Tyson and Cesaro shook their heads and put their headphones back on, the douchebags. And Naomi walked past them while carrying a plate full of food. She muttered a "He better be a damn good kisser, Rollins" under her breath when she was within Seth's hearing range.

Seth just stood there like an idiot because he didn't know how to react to the situation. On one hand, the kiss felt great and Seth wanted to push Ambrose back against the wall and fuck him until he can't walk straight. But on the other hand, people were looking at them, people who assumed that they hated each other's guts.

The only person who didn't care about the situation was Dean, who sucked on Seth's bottom lip and tugging at it with his teeth. He loved putting Seth in these predicaments, just loved to see what Seth would do. Well, at the moment, the two-toned man wasn't doing anything. Dean looked down at him with half-lidded eyes and just adored the confused and shocked expression on Seth's handsome face. And his eyes seemed so brown when they were this wide and it made him look so cute and fuckable.

Dean pulled back and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "See you out there, princess." He left the cafeteria area, feeling smug. He could just imagine everyone's faces and it brought a smile to his face. Nah, Seth's a genius. He'll think of an excuse to get them both out of trouble, right? The Lunatic Fringe didn't really care. He got what he wanted for today and that was to get Seth sexually frustrated for the rest of the day.

Seth stood there in front of everybody, not knowing what to say. He could hear Paige whisper something in AJ's ear and laugh. Seth quickly ran to his locker room and leaned against the door as he closed it. What the hell was that all about? His phone rang for a call and he took a while before he picked up.

"Hey, princess," Dean's voice sounded way too happy. "Was beginning to wonder why you weren't picking up."

The background sounded so loud, like he was at a concert or something.

"Where the hell are you?" The two-toned man asked. "And what the fuck was that kiss for?"

"Oh, I'm standing by the curtain now. I'm about to go out and they're playing my theme. I got a promo to give to the audience and I wanted to get rid of pre-show jitters."

"By embarrassing me in front of everybody?" Seth couldn't hold back a smile and a slight laugh. He cleared his throat and tried to sound serious.

Dean jumped in place to get himself pumped up. "As much as I love talking to you like a typical boyfriend, I really gotta hang up. I'll talk to you later, princess."

"Are you ever going to stop calling me that?"

"Probably not. Bye!"

And with that, Dean hung up and Seth saw on the small TV in his locker room that Dean already went out, smiling when he saw Dean's thumb slide out of his pocket where he probably stashed his phone. He cuts a really good promo, his sense of dark humor and his quirky mannerisms always made Seth laugh. Add Dean's throaty voice, which always sent chills down the champion's spine, and Seth finds it hard to watch the promo without blushing like a teenager.

Dean finished the promo and the crowd cheered like crazy as the Lunatic Fringe exited. Seth turned the monitor off and sat back. His match against Ziggler was still later on tonight so he had time to relax. The doorknob turned and who else but Dean Ambrose entered the room with a smile on his face.

"Good promo, huh?" He asked, closing the door behind him.

Seth gave him a smile and answered, "I think the WWE universe will be the judge of that."

Dean stepped closer to the younger man and tucked a piece of blonde hair behind Seth's ear. He leaned down to kiss Seth on the forehead and asked with a smile,

"So, champ, you sure you want this-" He gestured between the two of them. "to happen again?"

"Definitely," Seth answered, resting a hand on Dean's chest just to feel his heart beating. "And I promise: This time, I'm not leaving."

"You can't definitely say that, Seth," Dean reminded, closing his eyes as he continued. "Just….promise me you won't leave without saying goodbye."

Seth nodded and playfully pushed the blonde away. "Get out. I have a match later and I'm still not in my gear."

Dean laughed, opened the door and gave a two-fingered mock salute as he said, "Will do, princess. I'll see you later."

A/N: So…..this turned out a little fluffier than I expected. The story as a whole was supposed to be a one-shot but it was getting longer than I wanted so I cut it into two chapters. This one is practically devoid of angst and feels but I hope you still enjoyed and thanks for reading.

Reminder and question: Do you guys want a continuation for 'Split'? Y'know, the one where Dean has Multiple Personality Disorder? I kinda want to elaborate on that further and I was wondering if you guys would like a sequel.