"And a standing drop kick from the newly engaged Casey Bella." Cole commented and Dean grinned at the thought of her being his fiancé. He was so happy about that ring being on her finger. Now there was no questioning it. She was his. He was hers. Anyone who didn't realize that fact had to be dense.

"How long has his face been like that?" Roman asked jokingly and Seth laughed.

"Fuck you both. I've got a talented woman, you know?"

"She is talented." Seth agreed and Dean nodded, wincing when she took a hard fall. "Do you feel her pain, too?"

"This sound be weird, but sometimes."

"That's pretty sweet, Ambrose." Punk commented and Dean rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, fuck you, too, Punk." He muttered as the tattooed man sat down beside him with a chuckle.
"She's going to be limping later."

"Yeah, That'll happen when you hit the floor like that." Punk commented, rubbing his own knee as they watched Casey get rolled into the ring and manage to catch Tamina off guard to roll her into a pin for the three count.

"That Casey Bella is quite the resourceful beauty." King commented and Dean nodded.

"She's always been resourceful, but being with The Shield for that duration has made her deadly." JBL added and the three former Shield members laughed and high fived.


"Hey, kitten." He greeted with a smile as he entered the trainer's office to see her getting her knee checked out.

"Hey, you. How was your match?"

"It was a match. I won." He stated nonchalantly, hopping up to sit beside her on the table.

"That's cool. I barely won mine."

"It was a slick win. According to JBL, you're deadly thanks to being with The Shield for as long as you were."

"I'm glad somebody sees me as a threat. But I don't think I'll be competing for a- fuck." She winced in pain and Dean frowned, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and folding her close.

"Casey, you can keep competing, but if you take another hard fall like that, you'll find yourself on the injured list." Dr. Amann told her and she nodded with a thankful smile as Dean slid off the table and picked her up to carry her to the Diva's locker room.

"I'm gonna shower and change, and then I'll come back to get you and carry you around some more." He told her as he gently set her on her feet and she nodded, looking him up and down.

"I totally just noticed that you were in your trunks."

"I'm just so hot and you're so used to seeing my hot body all the time that it didn't bother you." He teased, grinning when she started to twirl a piece of hair around her finger.

"I miss seeing your ass in those pants, though." She mumbled, leaning against the wall beside the locker room door and he shrugged.

"I'll put them on for you some day soon." He murmured, leaning in for a kiss and she smirked.

"Yummy." She whispered against his lips before leaning up on her tip toes to close the distance between them.

"That's enough, love birds." Nikki interjected, pushing the two apart by their faces and standing between them. "How's your knee?"

"It's a knee." Casey brushed the question off, not trying to alert her sisters that she was possibly injured. "I'll catch you later, babe."

"Fifteen minutes, kitten."

"I'll be ready." She assured as she entered the locker room and limped to her bag.

"Your knee is 'just a knee'? You wouldn't be limping if it was 'just a knee', Casey." Nikki scolded upon seeing her sister's limp and Casey sighed as she sat on the bench.

"I'm fine, Nikki. Amann just told me to watch how I fall, and you know Dean I'd going to force me to let him carry me almost everywhere." Casey defended and Nikki sighed before looking around at all the divas watching them.

"Can we help you all? Butt out." Nikki argued and Casey nodded as she pulled off her leg wear and tennis shoes.


"I'm so tired of being babied by everyone, Dean. I'm twenty eight, but treated like I'm five by my sisters and their boyfriends, fiancé in Brie's case." She complained as they got home and he set her on the couch.

"I understand how that can be frustrating, but I don't know what to say. I'm going to go get our suitcases, and you're going to stay put, okay?"

"Yeah, sure." She mumbled, laying back on the couch and getting comfortable. "Be quick."

"I'll take my damn time." He joked and she flipped him off playfully.

"Whatever." She called as he walked out the front door.

When he came back with their suitcases, she was fast asleep on the couch and he carried her up to their bedroom and got her comfortable on the bed, making sure that the curtains were shut all the way before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead and heading down the stairs to wash their clothes from their thirteen days of straight traveling.

If this is anything like married life, I could live with this. He mused to himself as he sorted their laundry.


"Big Show wants the titles." Casey mumbled from where she sat in his locker room the following week on RAW, massaging his shoulders while they watched Big Show rant and rave over Dean, Casey, and the titles in the ring.

"He's not taking our titles."

"Our titles?" She asked, ceasing her movements and wrapping her arms around him, her chin resting on his shoulder.

"We're the undisputed champion. I wouldn't have these without you, so they're yours, too." He reasoned and she smiled, kissing his cheek affectionately.

"Are we just going to ignore Big Show?"

"Yeah. He can earn his spot as the number one contender, but until then he's not my concern." She nodded and he leaned back to kiss her softly. "He won't be a problem for long, baby."

"If you're trying to make it seem like Seth and Roman aren't working with you, you're doing a shitty job."

"I don't need it to look like anything. Don't worry about that, sweetheart." She nodded and got up from the bench, but he pulled her onto his lap. "I love you, kitten."

"I love you, too."


"I like the cream and the red." Dean mumbled and she looked over her bridal magazine to see him looking through a wedding cake catalogue.

"For the cake?" She asked and he nodded.

"This one is a chocolate cake with the frosting and little decorative things, but it looks good."

"Is your only wedding concern the food?" She asked with a laugh and he shrugged.

"Food is pretty important, Casey." He defended and she rolled her eyes.

"You are such a man." She teased before going back to her magazine and he silently set his catalogue down on the coffee table before lunging at her and beginning to tickle her. "Fuck!"

"We can fuck later."

"I hate you so much, Ambrose!" She squealed and he smirked as he let up and sat back while she caught her breath.

"I love you, too. Now let's agree that we're getting the chocolate cake."

"Alrighty. We should probably set a date and a venue, huh?" She asked and he shrugged.

"We can get married wherever and whenever you like, kitten. I want you to have the wedding of your dreams."

"But I want you to have a wedding that you'll love, too. It's not all about me, as much as you'd want it to be." She argued and he sighed.

"I know you do, kitten. I'll give my opinions on everything, but I want you to have the final say." He murmured, cupping her cheek and she nodded.

"How the hell are we going to plan a wedding on top of our careers?" She asked with a laugh and he chuckled.

"If anybody can do it, kitten, it's us."


Finally, the story of Dean and Casey continues in Engaged to Disengage. I really wanted wait a bit to kick this off, but I couldn't. I hope you all enjoy this, and if you haven't read The Third Bella, I strongly suggest that you do so, since this is the sequel to that.