Here is the beginning of my Dean Ambrose story! I hope you like it. Here are a few notes:

Dean will be referred to as "Dean" the whole story instead of switching from Jon to Dean and so on...it gets confusing as heck, and annoying. I understand his name is Jon in "real life", but for story's sake he'll just be Dean :)

My OC's name is Megan.

Also, I tried to find some info on his childhood/personal life, but came up pretty empty so I'm writing this with no real knowledge of his upbringing. So, if there is a mistake that you notice, forgive me I've already admitted my fault :)

I DONT OWN ANYTHING, DUH.

Chapter 1

"Oh, that looks like a nasty fall for Ambrose here in front of our announce table!" Dean could still here Jerry Lawler's voice echoing in his mind. This injury was going to cost him eight weeks of his career, and creatively, he had no idea where he would stand once he returned.

For now, he was headed home from the hospital after surgery on his wrist. His mood wasn't too bright as he saw the face of his sister.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, still not smiling.

"You can't drive, Dean. I came to take you home." his mother beamed at him.

He rolled his eyes, bit his lip, and looked down at the floor before looking up at his sister. She looked different, better than the last time he saw her.

"Sis...you look good." he said before standing and gathering his belongings. They left the hospital soon after, and Dean sat in the backseat as his sister drove to his house.

"Do you want to come over for dinner tonight?" she asked him.

He thought about saying no. He was really tired, but he was also hungry, and he admitted to himself that he needed to spend some time with his family. He hadn't been around much lately. Actually, he'd never really been around much. Now that he was older he was regretting it. At age 27 he felt older than he should.

He loved wrestling, but he knew his body was suffering the consequences. He had numerous scars, and suffered aches and pains on a daily basis. He'd been very extreme, very young. He was hardcore, but now that he was in the WWE he could relax.

The matches, though tough, challenging, and extreme at times were nothing compared to his older matches. The matches that left him, bloody, beaten, broken, but still feeling like the owned the world.

"You know what sis, I think I'll just crash at your place for a few days if that's okay." he said.

He could hear the smile in his sister's voice, "I'd love that!"

Once they arrived at his sister's house they were greeted by the sound of girlish giggles, and feet running across the hardwood. In a flash two pint-sized blonde girls ran past them, followed by a full grown blur of brunette hair as she chaised them.

"Girls! Calm down." Dean's sister Angie chided them. They were too far gone to hear her, and the brunette woman stopped, and propped her hand on the wall to catch her breath as she called after the girls, "Your mother is home girlies, and she said to calm down!" she yelled with a smile.

"Wow, the girls have gotten big." Dean said as they filed in the doorway.

"Yeah, they're six now." Angie smiled.

Just then, the brunette woman walked up to Angie. She was wearing a green hoodie, with blue jeans, and white socks. Her hair was falling around her face in soft waves, and her eyes were the same color as her hoodie, Dean noticed.

She was pretty. More than pretty, she was gorgeous. And a stranger. He didn't know her at all, but yet his family seemed perfectly familiar with her.

"The girls have had their bath, hair brushed, homework done, ate dinner, and ready for bed." she smiled as she began slipping on her tennis shoes.

"Ready for bed? They're bouncing off the walls." Angie laughed.

"Oh, they're just slaphappy." the pretty brunette smiled as she swung her backpack over her shoulder.

She leaned in and gave Angie a quick hug before turning to leave.

"Wait, Megan. I want you to meet my brother, Dean." Angie said as she touched Dena's shoulder.

"Megan, this is Dean. Dean, this is the girls' baby-sitter, and my friend Megan."

Megan studied to man before her. Blue jeans, black t-shirt, bulging muscles and shaggy hair hanging in his eyes like he didn't give a care.

"Hey," she stuck out her hand, and he accepted it in a handshake.

"Hey." he replied cooly.

She eyed the brace on his wrist. "How was the surgery?" she asked.

"Hell." he replied.

A man of few, or carefully chosen words.

"Okay then." Megan bit her lip and moved her gaze to Angie, "I'm gonna go. I'll see you tomorrow bright and early."

"See you then. Be careful on your way home."

Once she was gone Angie turned to Dean, "Way to be rude."

He only shrugged his shoulders and plopped down on the couch. "Where's Rich? Why'd you need a sitter, he at work or something?"

Angie stiffened, and then drew back her shoulders, looked her younger brother in the eye and told him the truth.

"Rich left me. It was about seven months ago."

"What?!" Dean sat up on the couch and looked at his sister in shock. Now he really felt guilty about not being around lately. Not caring enough to even phone home.

"Yeah. So I hired Megan to help with the girls. I offered to pay her, but she declined. I still give her money, anyway." Angie shrugged, "She's a nice girl. And she's great with the girls. I leave for work around 5:30, so she gets here then and stays and gets the girls ready for school, does some cleaning or whatever around the house, and is here when they get off the bus. She's a miracle."

"She sounds great. Where'd you guys meet?" he asked.

She smiled at her brother, and chuckled, "Church, actually."

"Oh, so she's one of those girls." he said as he leaned back against the couch again.

"What do you mean by "those girls"?" Angie asked.

"You know what I mean."

"No, not really. She's really nice, Dean. You'll like her once you get to know her."

"Doubt it."