Hello my lovelies, I am back with another multi chapter only this one is an AU, something new from me. The name is a working progress, I may or may not change it. Anyway as for the future there will be non-con scenes as well as some other little surprises. I hope you enjoy.

-Wondercake

"Mom I'll be fine. Yes I know, Las Vegas is dangerous" Seth Rollins spoke into the phone as he rolled his eyes. His mother had been saying the same thing ever since he decided that this is where he was going and it was getting tiring. He knew her speech by heart know and mouthed it along with her as she continued to ramble. He hadn't realized he zoned out until he heard his named called out angrily through the receiver.

"Seth Alexander are you listening to me?!"

"Yes. Look I'm pulling into my driveway now can I call you back?" He didn't really wait for an answer before he hung up. The duplex was a nice spainsh-esque style. It had a shared driveway which he would rather not have, and two sets of stairs going up to each of the front doors that were exactly across from each other. With their own respective porches. All in all it was a nice place and he was glad it was just like it was online. It was still pretty early in the morning when he got out of his car and from the looks of it his neighbor was home, or at least their car was in the driveway. Seth hoped that they wouldn't wake them as they started to unload the moving truck but as that thought popped into his mind out came a man around Seth's age, wearing only some jeans that it looked like he had just thrown on and a mop of messy auburn hair.

"Do you realize how fucking early it is?" Dean knew he sounded like an ass but seriously it was 5:30 in the morning and he didn't appreciate getting woken up, especially when he was trying to sleep off a hangover before he had to go to work. Dean waited for someone to answer his seemingly rhetorical question when a guy bi colored hair down to his collar bone came up to him.

Well he makes a great first impression. Seth thought to himself as he walked up to the man to apologize.

"I'm sorry for all the noise. I tried to tell them to be quiet but I don't think they really care. My name's Seth Rollins, your new neighbor." He politely said and offered his hand. Instead of shaking his hand the man shook his head and walked back towards his apartment mumbling something incoherent. Maybe it was for the best however, he didn't really need to get close to anyone. He needed to keep a low profile, that way he could stay hidden for as long as possible and hopefully long enough to be forgotten.

There was no way he was going to be able to fall back asleep. Of course that would be his luck though, now he would never hear he end of it at work. If he actually decided to go in today. Well, being the boss did have its perks. Putting on a pot of coffee, he searched around for his phone. If he wasn't going to be there he had to make sure his second in command would be.

Not gonna be in today Ro. You know what to do. –Dean

Almost immediately his phone rang. Hell he hadn't even had time to make a cup of coffee. He answered the phone but hadn't been allowed to speak before an annoyed voice reached his ears.

"Really, Ambrose? You know we have the big restoration project. Need I remind you we only have one more week to get it done?" Dean rolled his eyes and made himself a cup of joe. Of course he knew how much time they had, he was then one that negotiated the fucking deal.

"We'll be fine. Just work on finishing the upholstery today and we'll do the paint job and shit Monday." He heard Roman groan knowing he didn't like doing upholstery too much.

"Fine but you owe me a drink after work." The phone disconnected and Dean smirked. He knew he'd win, he always won. Smirking to himself he went to take a sip of his coffee only to be interrupted by a knock on his door. Now what? When he opened it he saw a very frightened blonde.

"Dean I need your help." The girl's accent was thicker thanks to the fear.

"Hey calm down. What's wrong, Lana?" The Russian girl and he had become friends a while back when he helped her out. She had come to America and told stories of a better life only to be prostituted out. She had shown up outside his shop one day, all battered and bruised, seeking shelter. Now he usually stayed out of bull shit like that but he hated seeing beautiful women being abused. So he took her in, gave her a car, his second one actually, helped her find a job and place to live.

"He's seen me, Dean." Well this couldn't be any good.

Seth watched as a blonde was ushered into his neighbor's apartment, whose name was Dean he found out thanks to her. Maybe she was his sister. A blonde Russian sister. It was more likely that she was his girlfriend. Oh well, the good ones were either straight or taken. As he was pondering their relationship he had heard a very loud crash of some sort, not a crash but rather a ping or whatever, okay so he wasn't good at identifying sounds. When he snapped out of his thoughts he saw two of the movers near Dean's car. Oh no. No, no, no, no, no! Pushing away the movers he noticed a large dent in the side of the very classic car. Now Seth wasn't a car guy but he knew that there didn't seem to be a lot of these on the road.

"Fuck guys be more careful!" How the hell was he supposed to fix this before Dean found out? Because he sure as hell didn't want to tell him that the movers had fucked up his car. No he knew how important some cars were to certain men. Maybe he could just call a body shop or something and they could come pop out the dent right there before his neighbor even found out. Only problem was, he didn't know anyone to call. Shit, that meant he needed to man up and tell Dean what had happened. This was not going to be good. Not good at all. See now this is why he wanted separate driveways. Taking a deep breath he climbed the stairs to Dean's side and knocked on the door. When it was opened he caught a glimpse of the blonde girl crying before Dean narrowed the door.

"Do you need something?" It was asked in a pretty annoyed way and Seth thought for a moment that maybe Dean was just always annoyed.

"Um, actually I came to tell you that an accident occurred while the movers were unloading my dresser. They sorta hit your car." It was quiet for a few moments and at first he thought that maybe he had spoken too softly but when he looked up he saw Dean's jaw clenched.

They fucking hit his car? His baby? These motherfuckers. He pushed past the kid and went out to check how bad the damage was. When he saw it all he wanted to do was scream. Not because it was that bad because technically it would only take him an hour or so to get the dent out but because the guy in charge, or the guy he assumed to be in charge was sitting on the hood of his 1970 Ford Gran Torino GT.

"Get off my fucking car." It said so calmly Seth was scared for the guy. Dean walked up to his car and pulled the guy off by his shirt when he didn't budge. He then we to inspect the dent in his door.

"I suggest you watch over these clowns very carefully because if they do anything else to my car I'm holding you responsible." His crystal clear blues looked up at him for the faintest of moments before he stood up and went back to his apartment. Alright then, that wasn't completely nerve racking at all. Blowing out a breath he started directing the movers again this time making sure they weren't going anywhere near Dean's car. It didn't take much longer after that incident to get everything inside the apartment. He signed off on the paperwork and let them be about their way. Now all he needed to do was unpack all the boxes and get the place in order. Then of course go get some food. That part kind of scared him, but tree was no way he had found out where Seth was, right? While he was unpacking the small kitchen appliances, Seth heard his phone ring and for a second his heart stopped thinking it might be him.

"Seth, get ahold of yourself." There was no way he had gotten Seth's new number. He had only given it to his best friend and parents and they wouldn't give it to him. Shakily he reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone and answered it letting out a breath he hasn't realized he had been holding when Dolph's familiar voice reached his ears.

"What's up, bitch? Vegas treating you well?" how he had ever become friends with this man will be a mystery until the day he died.

"See and this is why you're single still." Seth said while putting the phone on speaker and going about his unpacking.

"Whatever. Now when do I get to come visit? I miss you already, man." Just then Seth heard a female voice from the other end and smiled.

"Doesn't seem like you're missing me too much."

"You know I use sex to hide my feelings! Anyway Layla misses you too." The first part was said as a joke, something Seth had told his friend a while back. Dolph was sort of a man whore and slept with anyone and everyone. He had even tried to get with Seth a few times even though he was clearly taken.

"Look I'll come see you as soon as I can, right now I gotta get to work. Just wanted to make sure you got there safe. Love ya man." The phone disconnected, leaving Seth truly alone.

It had taken Dean hours, literally, to calm Lana down and get the whole story from her. Apparently she had been working, Dean had gotten her in with one of the casinos as a Showgirl, when Rusev walked in. As soon as she had seen him she had tried to make a run for it but of course she couldn't just leave work. Rusev had tried to engage her but she just kept to herself and came straight here after her shift not knowing what else to do. He had to admit she was brave for sticking it out.

"You know you can stay here as long as you need to. You also know that you can't hide forever, Lana." He had to figure out a way to help her. He could call the police but what help would that really do? Las Vegas police weren't really known for their protective detail. He'll he had been shot while in their care… twice.

"I cannot, I know this and I don't plan on running any longer. I just want my life back, why can't he leave me be?" Dean sighed, slowly shaking his head at the rhetorical question. Looking at the clock on the wall he noticed it was almost six. He was about to ask Lana if she wanted to go get dinner when a knock came at his door. Going up to the door he looked through the peep hole before opening it.

"What are you doing here?" He asked Roman when the big Samoan made his way into the apartment pushing his way past his friend.

"I told you, you would owe me a drink. I'm collecting. Come on its not like you have a life. Lana can even come." He flashed a smile at the small blonde who blushed in return. Dean knew Roman had thought Lana was cute, he never said it but Dean knew.

"You could even invite your new neighbor." Dean didn't miss the innuendo hinting in Roman's voice.

"How about it, Lana? Up for a night out?" He didn't even acknowledge Roman's previous comment. The blonde looked at Roman nervously who just smiled again and she finally nodded her head. She wiped her eyes clearing them of all the smudged makeup under then and got up to go to the bathroom.

"So you gonna put on a shirt before you go ask him?" Dean's eyebrows pulled together in confusion not piecing together what Roman was saying. When it hit him, he just glared at his friend.

"I'm not asking anyone anything. Now leave it alone." He muttered before going back into his room to find a shirt. Eventually he just chose one that had been on top in his drawer. It was a simple black crew neck that hugged his biceps and showcased his lean waist, on top of that he threw on his grey leather jacket. With his black boots top it all off. When he went back into the living room, Lana was out of the bathroom and as far as he knew they were all ready to go. He figured they'd all just take his car since it was just the three of them and Lana could make her way to the back easily. As they started towards the car however, Dean noticed that Roman wasn't following. Instead he was going to the neighbor's door.

"Roman..no." He sharply whispered quickly climbing the steps so he could pull his friend away. Instead Roman avoided his grasps and knocked on the heavy wooden door. He was glaring at the Samoan when the door opened, only a crack and Roman shoved him forward telling the man who answered that Dean wanted to ask him something. When Seth opened the door further, Dean allowed his eyes to rake over his body. He was more defined then he would have thought. He had chocolate brown eyes, a nose that some might think was too big but it was the imperfection of it all that Dean though made it nice. He had a nicely trimmed full beard that somehow didn't age him, lips that were begging to be kissed. As his eyes travelled further he noticed Seth wasn't wearing a shirt which revealed nice pectorals, his crazy cut abs, good 8-pack at least, and that tantalizing v leading down. Too bad the jeans, that were insanely tight, were in his way of seeing anything else. When he noticed he was gawking he cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair.

"We're going out and I was thinking maybe you'd like to join?"

When Seth opened his door this was the last thing he expected. Dean, whose name he found out thanks to the other man, didn't even seem like the nice type of person to just invite a stranger out with friends for the night. Confused he looked in the direction that the other man went and saw him flirting with the blonde Russian he had seen earlier and felt a tinge of satisfaction that Dean wasn't with her. He also liked the fact that Dean had blatantly checked him out. Or maybe he was just looking at you and you out more into it then what it was. He thought to himself.

"Um..sure. Let me just get a shirt on." He swore he heard Dean say he didn't have to and as he turned around he smiled. He let Dean linger in the door way as he went to his bedroom and pulled out a light grey shirt short sleeved t-shirt that buttoned from the collar to about mid chest. Which of course he unbuttoned. Then he pulled on one of his many Glamour Kills snap backs, this one saying Destroy Everything, Regret Nothing, with his hair in a low bun. Ready now, he turned back towards the door to see Dean, ankles crossed, leaning against the door frame. And damn if that wasn't the sexiest sight he had ever seen. As they made their way to Dean's friends he noticed that the Samoan was smiling.

"Seth this is Roman and Lana. Guys this is Seth." Dean introduced them and then started towards a whit range rover when Roman stopped him.

"Why don't you and Seth take your car? That way I can take Lana home and won't have to come back to the opposite side of town to bring you two back."

"Because thanks to some really inconsiderate movers I have a giant dent in my passenger door. Look I'll give you gas money if that's what you're worried about." Seth looked back and forth between the two men and for some reason he had to put his two cents in.

"We can take my car." He suggested seeing Dean look to where he was pointing to. Suddenly his beautiful blue eyes widen in what he could only describe as surprise. He couldn't blame him though. Technically this was his ex's car that he… took when he left. His ex loved his cars, they were his pride and joy and to hurt him even more he took the Lexus LFA. Which was Randy's favorite.

"You can drive." Seth smiled when Dean's jaw dropped and he nodded his head as Seth handed him the keys. Tonight might actually be fun.

A/N: Alright guys so there it is the first chapter. Let me know what you think of it. I enjoy hearing from you, it keeps me going.