A/N: A new story idea I'm trying. Not sure if I'm going to go further with this or not. It's Dean Ambrose and Amazing Red. Enjoy!
"Where are you booked again?" asked Dean nonchalantly as he sat in the passenger seat of Sami's rental car.
"House of Glory," responded Sami, glancing at the GPS to make sure they were still going the right way. He hadn't been to the smaller promotion all that much, as it was still new, so he was still unsure about his way of getting there.
Dean frowned, "House of what?"
"House of Glory, Dean. It's a wrestling school semi promotion place up here in New York. A guy I know runs it," he said, pulling into the parking lot. He parked the car and they got out then headed inside despite how confused Dean still was.
The place reminded him of a gym. Not a big fancy one, but a smaller, quaint, badly painted gym. The walls were blue and red, a ring stood in the middle with a lot of chairs surrounding it and some mirrors on the wall.
Dean shook his head as he followed Sami along to the ring where two guys were wrestling around to test the ring for that night. One of the guys was large, quite the crop of dreadlocks on his head, and the other was small, a red Mohawk on his head.
"Sami!" shrieked the smaller man. He jumped out of the ring and proceeded to hug Sami without any acknowledgement of Dean standing right there. The exchange was brief before Sami was soon gesturing to Dean.
"Dean this is little Red. Little Red, Dean," he said waving his hand between the two of them as he spoke.
"It's actually Amazing Red, or Jonathan, I prefer Red though," rambled Red, smiling up at him. Dean was stunned into silence at how bright this little guy's smile was. He shook his head, nodding.
"Jonathan, actually, but I go by Dean right now," he stated, briefly shaking Red's hand before disappearing amongst a group of guys off to the side.
Red shook his head, "Is he always like that?" he asked, looking over at Sami.
"You don't want to know the freak show in his head. Makes mine look like another day at the kiddy circus," he said, clapping Red on the back then headed towards the locker room. Red shrugged and went back to the room where his friend was waiting.
A few hours later, Sami and Red were walking out of the locker room, laughing. They stepped outside where Dean was waiting, a cigarette loosely hanging from his lips.
"Hey Jon!" greeted Red, waving at him enthusiastically as him and Sami approached. Dean shook his head, staying pressed back against the wall. "Did you uhm like the show?"
Dean shrugged, "Flippy shit," was all he said as he walked off towards the parking lot. Red sighed, glancing at Sami.
"Don't worry about it little man, he's always like that," he stated, rubbing Red's back. "I'll catch ya later."
Red watched him run off, sighing lightly before heading to his own car and heading back to his lonely home. Sami caught up to Dean, whacking him over the back of the head.
"Fuck you," said Dean, rubbing his head, "what was that for?"
Sami glared at him, "For being a dick to someone that was being nice to you."
They got into the car and Dean sighed, looking at him, "I got my reasons."
Sami stared at him, wanting to press on and find out what those reasons even were, but he knew Dean. He knew Dean better than he knew himself. He knew not to press him to talk when he didn't want to. He started the car and drove them back to the hotel room in silence.
Once in bed, Dean groaned lightly as he closed his eyes, wanting nothing more to fall asleep but instead a vision of Red smiling at him from earlier filled his head. He groaned again, punching the pillow as he tried to fall asleep, Red's face haunting him long into the night.
