Seth smiled as he saw Dakota walking towards him in the hallway. Just the woman he was looking for. In his hand he held a present for her, the one thing she always joked about stealing from him.

"Dakota," he smiled. "I got you something."

He held up the army green snapback hat that looked exactly like the one he was wearing. Those hats were actually the reason they had started talking. She wore a black one everyday, turned around with the cap in the back like him, and underneath it her cinnamon brown hair always hung in a braid.

"Oh my god, you didn't," she said happily.
"Sure I did. Now we can be hat twins," he handed her the hat. "Try it on."

Her sea green eyes wavered while he stood there waiting. He had asked her on purpose since he'd never seen her without a hat. It was like his favourite seamstress was hiding something and just once he would like to see how she really looked. His phone started ringing and he looked down as he pulled it out of his pocket to see who it was.

"Dean," he looked up and frowned as he saw Dakota had managed to swap hats in the few seconds he had looked down. "What's up?"
"Where are you, man?" Dean asked. "Nevermind, I see you now."

Dean had turned the corner in the middle of the call and spotted Seth and Dakota further down. He walked up to them and smiled.

"Looking good, Dakota. I see he gave it to you," he pointed at the hat.
"It's wicked," she smiled widely. "Thanks, Seth. This is the coolest gift ever."
"Don't mention it," Seth said.
"Are you coming out with us tonight?" Dean asked.
"Tonight? I'm not sure," she answered.
"Come on, everyone's going. Just grab Naomi and ask her where. Quite frankly, I don't even have a clue where we're going. I just follow the booze and the loud people," he winked.

He walked over and placed an arm around her shoulders to pull her up against his side.

"And I want my chance at getting you in the same bed as me," he joked.
"Oh boy, I would have to be dead drunk for that to ever happen," she said.
"That can be arranged," he chuckled.
"Dean, you moron," Seth shook his head with a smile. "But really, Dakota, we all would like you to come."
"Okay, I guess I can do that," she said.
"Sweet," Dean let go of her. "Now come on Seth, we got some tag titles to defend."

Seth and Dean walked away and they had hardly made it back to the empty locker room before Dean started drilling Seth.

"So?" He laughed. "When are you gonna make a move on her?"
"How about never?" Seth sighed.
"Come on, are you really that scared of Cena? They broke up ages ago," Dean said.
"But he still considers her his property," Seth sighed. "Property. That was the actual word he used when he talked about her a month ago. She's no one's property."
"I know that, you know that and she knows that. Cena's fucking clueless and can't get over the fact that someone dumped his sorry ass," Dean said.

He opened his bag and pulled out his boots.

"You and Dakota are like fate or some weird shit like that. The stars align and whatever the romantic books always say," Dean said.
"When the hell did you get into romance?" Seth laughed.
"When I met Renee," Dean grinned. "All I'm saying is that you two belong together. Everyone can see it. And we both know you've never bought a hat for any woman before and as small and stupid that gesture might seem, it meant something both to you and her."
"She looked cute wearing it but I wanna see her," Seth said. "You know, all of her."
"Naked?" Dean stuck out his tongue.

Seth threw a bottle of shampoo in Dean's direction.

"I get it, I get it," Dean chuckled. "So tonight. Maybe she'll surprise you by whatever she wears when she goes out. I doubt she'll come looking as professional as she does at work."
"Do you think she'll wear a dress?" Seth asked.
"How the fuck should I know?" Dean laughed. "But maybe she'll show a bit of skin to get mini Seth hard in your pants."
"She doesn't need to show skin for that to happen," Seth muttered.

After closing the show by successfully defending their tag team titles against The Deleters Of Worlds, they made it towards the club with Roman. Jimmy had texted Roman the name of the place and Seth and Dean followed his lead.

"Over here!" Jimmy stood up and waved as they entered the packed club.

They walked over to him and he smirked at Seth.

"Your girl got some moves," he said.
"My girl?" Seth asked confused.
"Take a look," Jimmy pointed towards the dancefloor.

Seth's eyes found Naomi since her neon green outfit lit up the entire club. In front of her stood Dakota and he had to swallow hard as he saw her. She was wearing a pair of black, short leather shorts and a black crop top. She was still wearing that army green snapback hat but her hair hung loose for the first time and it flowed around as she moved her body.

"What are they doing?" Dean asked.
"Krumping," Jimmy answered.
"It looks rather aggresive," Dean said.
"It's supposed to," Roman chuckled.
"Fuck, she can move," Seth said dreamingly.
"Got a boner yet?" Dean teased.

The song ended and a more slow one started. Naomi and Dakota turned to leave the dancefloor and walked back to the table.

"Damn, girl," Seth hugged Dakota. "You've been keeping secrets."
"You've never asked me to come out with you guys before so it's your own fault," she said.
"True, true," he laughed.
"Now let's get drunk," she laughed.
"I don't really do drunk," he said.
"It's cool," she said. "But I do and I haven't been out in ages so I'm gonna slam down some drinks."

Seth didn't know what he had expected when she agreed to go out with them but she was one big surprise right from her outfit to her choice of drink. She slammed down one watermelon margarita after the other, getting way too drunk for his liking. At least she stayed at the table next to him where he could keep an eye on her.

"Seth," she placed her arms around his neck. "Has anyone ever told you you have incredible lips?"
"Not that I can recall," he laughed.
"You do. You have the most incredible lips ever. So kissable," she said. "Why don't you ever use them?"
"I talk and eat everyday and I'm pretty sure that means I'm using them," he said.
"But you don't really use them," she let go of him and waved her hand around. "Look at all the women in here. Half of them would fuck you in a heartbeat. You deserve love, Seth. Let them love you."
"Because fucking a drunk woman in a club means love," he shook his head.
"I bet they'd love to feel your lips on their pussies. I'm sure you got years of experience to know how to do it just right," she said.
"What's with your sudden fascination with my lips on female body parts?" He smirked.
"Sudden?" She smirked back.

She grabbed her drink and downed the rest of it. She pushed the empty glass away and laid down on her arms on the table.

"Okay, time to go home, Dakota. You can't sleep here," he said.

He helped her up but she seemed to already be half asleep in his arms.

"Guys," he looked at Dean and Roman.
"Yeah, we're coming," Roman said.

He went to the other side of the drunk woman and helped Seth get her out of the club and back to the hotel. She was asleep once they got back there. While the two men held her up, Dean found her room key in her purse and unlocked the door to her room. They got her inside and laid her down on the bed. Dean chuckled as he climbed up on the bed and laid next to her.

"What are you doing?" Seth asked.
"She said I would never be in the same bed as her. I'm proving her wrong. Take pictures," Dean said.

Roman and Seth laughed as Seth got his phone out to take pictures.

"Just need to get this hat off her," Dean said.

He took off her hat and threw it on the floor. He pushed a hand under her head to make it look like they were hugging but he stopped when his fingers touched something. He turned his head and started running his fingers through her hair.

"Seth," Dean's tone had dropped to a serious one. "Take a look at this."
"What is it?" Seth asked.
"Her scalp," Dean answered.

Seth climbed up on the other side of her and started examining her scalp. It was full of small wounds and scabs.

"Roman," Seth said.

Roman leaned over the bed and looked as Dean and Seth parted her hair on different places to show it to him.

"Guess that's why she always wears a hat," Dean said.
"What's causing this?" Seth asked.
"Stress probably," Roman said. "Some people pull out their own hair or scratch themselves when they're stressed out or can't deal with things in life."
"What would make her do this to herself?" Seth felt tears in his eyes. "Why would she harm herself like this?"
"My best bet is Cena. From what I hear he's still giving her a hard time whenever he shows up," Roman said.
"That fucking part timer!" Seth growled.

He looked at the sleeping woman. The woman that had held his heart for so long. He didn't know much about her and Cena's past since she never really talked about it. He just knew they had a past and that she had been the one leaving him.

"Come on, Seth, we gotta get out of here," Dean said.
"But..." Seth started.
"You'll find her tomorrow and talk to her," Roman said.
"She's gonna hate me, isn't she?" Seth sighed. "I just found out her biggest secret by crossing a line I shouldn't have."
"I was the one crossing it so I'll take all the blame," Dean said.
"We were all here thinking it would be fun," Seth shook his head. "I'm gonna talk to her about it and hopefully my balls will still be intact afterwards."
"And your heart," Roman smiled. "Maybe tell her how you feel at the same time."