Author's Note: I own nothing to do with WWE or any other wrestling promotion. i only own this story and my OC, Sarah McCoy. This story features the pairing from my stories Shielded and Invulnerable, but this story is completely separate from them. Hope y'all enjoy this little story.

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Sarah McCoy walked into the small, seedy bar in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, thankful to be out of the cold. She was visiting the historic city as part of her bucket list. When her father died suddenly the year before, she decided to do all the things she'd always wanted to do, but never had. She now knew just how short life could be. Sarah took her coat off and made her way through the crowd towards the bartender. She ordered a Jack and coke and decided to plop down on one of the bar stools instead of fighting her way back through the crowded room. She started sipping on her drink and tuned the noise out until she felt someone wrap an arm around her waist and bury their face in her neck.

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Jon Moxley was hanging out at his favorite bar after a long day. Not only had he wrestled a grueling match earlier that night, but he'd also gotten an offer from WWE Developmental. It was a longtime dream come true so he was ready to do some serious celebrating tonight.

Jon was scanning the bar, looking for some female companionship, but none of the women present were really appealing to him. He was about to pay his tab and leave to hit up a different bar when the most beautiful woman he had ever seen before walked in. She was 5' 8" tall with long, curly brown hair that fell to mid-back and she was wearing curve hugging blue jeans and a faded AC/DC t-shirt.

'Holy shit! Who the hell is this gorgeous creature? She doesn't belong in here, that's for damn sure. She is way too innocent looking. I have to get her out of here, away from these sick assholes. At the very least I need to stick close by to keep an eye on her. Yeah, that's what I'll do. Then maybe I can get to know her. There's just something about her that's calling to me and drawing me in. It's a scary feeling, but for some reason, I need to see where this goes.' Jon thought to himself. He'd never wanted to stick with just one woman before, but there was something about this brunette beauty that was bringing out instincts that he didn't even know he possessed.

Jon walked up to the bar stool that she had sat down on. His arm wound around her waist and he nuzzled her neck before bringing his lips up to her ear. He then whispered in a deep, raspy voice "What's your name, sweet girl?"

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A surge of electricity flowed through Sarah's body when Jon's body came into contact with hers. Her body began trembling at the sound of his sexy voice and the feel of his surprisingly soft lips near her skin. The different feelings warring in her body was completely foreign to her. She'd never felt this way before in her life. For some unknown reason, she relaxed into his touch. Sarah didn't know why, but her gut instinct was telling her that she could trust him. She wasn't about to question it though since it had never steered her wrong before.

"Sarah." she finally managed to answer. Jon let out a groan upon hearing her soft southern drawl. It was definitely going to be a huge turn on for him when it came to her. "I like it. It suits you." he told her.

Sarah blushed and asked "What's your name?" "Jon." he replied. Jon finally removed his arm from around her waist and she was able to turn around and look at him.

Jon was 6' 4" tall, solidly built but not overly muscular, with dirty blonde hair and hypnotising blue eyes. Sarah gasped softly as she took in the sight and feel of him. Her chocolate brown eyes locked onto his blue orbs and they got lost in each other for several moments.

"Do you wanna get out of here and go somewhere quieter?" Jon asked. "Sure." Sarah replied. "Where are you staying at?" he asked her. She gave him the name of the hotel and her answer made him frown. It was not in the best part of town and his protective nature was not happy about her staying there at all.

"We're going back there and getting your stuff. I'm gonna find you a safer place to stay." Jon said. "I can't. I already paid for the room. I'll be just fine, Jon." Sarah told him. "At least let me hang out there for a while. That way people will think you're not alone." he requested.

Sarah was touched by his concern, so she said "Alright. Just let me go to the bathroom right quick and we can go." She knew it was crazy, but there was something about Jon that made her trust him. He helped her slide off the stool and then watched her walk to the ladies room.

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While Jon was waiting for Sarah to return, he settled his tab and paid for her drink as well. He sat down on the bar stool that she had just vacated and kept his eyes open for her return.

Almost twenty minutes later, Sarah still hadn't come back, which made him anxious. Jon knew that she hadn't slipped out on him, so there had to be something wrong. He jumped up from his seat and made his way to the bathrooms. He knocked on the door to the women's room and a short blonde stuck her head out. He asked if she had seen Sarah and the woman replied that she hadn't.

A bad feeling began to churn through Jon's gut as he entered the men's room. He hoped that she couldn't wait for a free stall and decided to use the other restroom instead. He checked the first two stalls, but they were unoccupied. There was one last one but the door was closed, so Jon lightly rapped his knuckles against it.

The door creaked open and Jon pushed it open the rest of the way. He did a quick sweep of the stall with his eyes before backing away. He was about to turn around when the sound of a low groan reached his ears. Jon turned back around and this time, he finally found her.

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Sarah was in a sitting position between the toilet and the wall. Her hair was partially covering her face and there was some blood on the floor. Jon's heart dropped into his stomach as he reached down to lift her up into his arms. She moaned in pain but she didn't stir otherwise. He cradled her in his arms tightly and all but sprinted out of the bathroom.

Jon was met outside the restroom by his friend, Sami Callihan. The younger man took one look at the unconscious woman in his friend's arms and his jaw dropped in shock.

"Get my keys out of my pocket and start the car. She needs a hospital. Now." Jon told him. "Why don't you hand her to me and you can drive. You know I hate driving your car." Sami suggested.

A deep, almost feral growl erupted from the older man's chest as a strong protective and possessive instinct washed over him. The feeling startled him, but he just couldn't turn loose of Sarah. Not now anyway.

Sami held his hands up in mock surrender and did just as his friend asked him to do.

Jon carried Sarah through the bar, stopping only to grab her coat and purse. He carefully placed her in the backseat of the car and climbed in beside her, holding her the while way to the emergency room.

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Okay, so this is the story that has hijacked my muses from Invulnerable. I couldn't stop thinking about what if Sarah met Dean back when he was Jon Moxley. They're essentially the same characters, just thrown into a different situation. I really hope y'all give it a chance and see where it goes.

Special thanks to AeonBlue for helping me flesh out the idea.