Oh, hey, did I mention this was a trilogy? 'Cause it's a trilogy. The usual rating applies- M for adult themes. Review and let me know what you think!
"So, what do you do?" He asked.
She twirled her hair and giggled idiotically and he knew instantly that this wasn't going to work. "I'm a model."
"A model?" He repeated skeptically. Yes, she was a good looking woman, but she didn't seem like model material. Maybe if he saw her without the caked on makeup he would understand. But, in all honestly, he couldn't wait for this night to be over.
He sighed internally. Why did Paige feel the need to set him up on these useless dates? He really had no interest in finding someone to replace his wife. She was irreplaceable in every sense of the word. No one could hold a candle to his Abby. No one.
But he appeased her. Primarily to get her to stop bugging him about it. He could hear her British accented voice now. 'You're still a young man, Dean. Get back on the horse and ride.'
He knew what she was implying, and that's probably why she set him up with a string of overly flirty, touchy-feely women. Sure, it had been a...long time. And it pained him that the last woman he slept with wasn't even his wife, but the leader of the Authority, and all around crazy bitch, Stephanie McMahon, after she brainwashed him into believing he were someone else. He hated her with every fiber in his being, but she got what was coming to her by his own hands. That was 6+ years ago. Wow, it had really been that long?
"Are you even listening to me?"
His attention snapped back to the ditzy blonde who was now eying him incredulously. "Hm?"
She pouted at him and gently, though suggestively, took his hand that was lying on the table. "I think you're a little distracted. Maybe we could go somewhere and get distracted together?"
That was a new one. He couldn't help himself. He laughed, loudly. She pulled her hand away and plopped it in her lap in annoyance. "I'm sorry." He said, still chuckling. "This isn't going to work."
"Honey, I wasn't looking for a long term relationship." She snapped and stood from the table. "I was looking for a good time. Tell Paige I'll call her later."
And, with that, she walked out of the cafe in a huff, out the door before he could even respond. Not that he would have. He was honestly glad she was gone. This was the last date he would let Paige set him up on for sure.
He finished his coffee alone and ignored the people watching him like he had just gotten dumped. Whatever. They could think what they wanted. He had another beautiful woman to go home to anyway, his daughter.
He knew she would have been awake when he walked through the door. She was just like that. For some reason, she couldn't sleep unless she knew he was in the house. It was endearing and sweet, but she paid for it in the morning when she had to get up for school.
She ran to him as soon as she heard the key in the lock, "Daddy!"
He lifted her easily and hugged her tight, "Hi, baby." He said and kissed her cheek. "You should be in bed."
"Uncle Seth let me watch Evil Dead: 2."
Dean eyed Seth, who sat on the couch and shrugged innocently, "She begged me, man."
He shook his head, "Well, that's the last time Uncle Seth plays babysitter."
"I wasn't scared!" She touted in her small voice. "But Uncle Seth covered his eyes."
Dean laughed and put her down. "Go get in bed. I'll come tuck you in in a few minutes."
She motioned for him to come close and he knelt down to her level. She took his face in her small hands and kissed him on his forehead before running off to her room. He watched her go with a stupid grin on his face. He love that little girl with everything he had.
Then he looked at Seth, "Evil Dead? Really? I don't even like those type of movies."
"Hey, she kept asking to watch it." Seth replied with a laugh. "I figure, she's not my kid. I can be a bad influence and just walk away."
"Ok, Just wait until I hop your kid up on candy and soda and return them to you." Dean laughed. "Then it won't be so funny, huh?"
"How was the date?" Seth asked, changing the subject.
Dean sighed and plopped himself down on the couch next to Seth. "No offense to your wife, but please don't let her set me up anymore."
"That bad, huh?"
"She walked out on me."
Seth patted Dean on the shoulder and laughed, "Way to get back out there."
Seth stood from the couch and stretched out his long body before slinging his jacket on and heading for the door. "I'll tell her to back off. Though I'm sure Missy has already called to bitch about you."
"Her name was Missy?" Dean asked with a sarcastic smirk. "I thought it was Becky? or maybe Lindsey?"
Seth rolled his eyes, "Ok, I get it. No more dates. I'll see you later."
Dean didn't even get off the couch as Seth left and closed the door behind him. He sighed again and ran tired hands down his face, letting them linger over his eyes. With his eyes closed, he could see her smiling at him. It was brief, and definitely his tired mind, but he smiled at the memory.
"Daddy!"
He dropped his hands, but the smile remained. "I'm coming, Evy."
He pulled himself from the couch and walked to her bedroom. She was already under the covers when he got there, the sheets pulled up to her face, exposing only her eyes, the ones so much like his own. "Could you check under the bed?"
Dean shook his head, "I'm going to kill your uncle."
Moscow, Russia
He loved the smell of the cold, Russian whether and took a deep lungful of the crisp air. From his vantage point, he could see the city splayed out before him like a spider's web of people and buildings. People going about their business, unaware of the world around them. He loved that they were so innocent, though, in Moscow, no one was really ever truly innocent. It was the nature of the beast.
"Can we get started?" He heard spoken behind him and he turned away from the broken window. "I'm freezing my ass off."
"Yes, let's." He said, surprised at his own accented English. He didn't speak it very often, but when he did it felt foreign and strange. But, he couldn't expect this stupid American to learn Russian, now could he?
He continued, "I have learned that the Authority's hold in America has been wiped out. By one man?"
"Dean Ambrose had killed Hunter Helmsley and his wife." The American answered with a nod. "Granted, I don't blame the man. They really fucked him up."
"What has become of him?"
"No one really knows." He answered with a shrug. "He sort of fell off the map after his wife died. Why?"
"I have my reasons for asking." The larger man stated simply and changed the subject. "I have interest in taking up where Helmsley left off. I would like to expand my operation to America. You are going to help me do it."
"You want to take over the Authority?"
He shook his head, "the Authority was doomed to fail and I believe I would be hard pressed to find anyone loyal to that name. I want to make something new, better. I believe my product would have those stupid Americans in the palm of my hand."
The American huddled deeper into his coat and shuffled uncomfortably as he mulled over the proposition. "What's in it for me?"
"Money...women...isn't that enough?"
He thought about it and nodded. "I'll see what I can do. Are we done here?"
"We're done." He answered and the American made a move to leave, But he called after him, "See what you can dig up on this Dean Ambrose as well."
The American nodded and left.
Rusev was coming to America.