Okay and here comes a new fic. I just couldn't help but dip into the shield pool because I love them too much.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Period.

"Hurry up, you filthy greaser! I don't have all Friday evening!" His unruly English boss called out. Dean sharpened his gaze for the fifth time that night as he finished polishing the paint job on his clients motorcycle. A full three days worth of work had payed off on the beautiful black Harley. Paid well for his custom bikes, Ambrose was really trying to ignore any criticism or plea he work faster. He'd take as much time as he needed especially since he wasn't even sure who this motorcycle in particular belonged to. His boss had just told him to start on it quick.

Ambrose shook off anything his boss had to say as he finished completely. There was no time to admire his work; it was late so he needed to get paid and leave. He wiped off his hands on his back pocket handkerchief, turning expectantly to his boss. "Done, now where's my pay?"

His boss examined the bike closely, appreciatively. A smirk crossed his face. "It's amazing what a kid like you can do. No good at anything but fighting and yet this is-"

"Whose paying me, Regal?" Dean interrupted, crossing his arms.

William Regal stopped ogling the masterpiece and shoved his hands in his pocket. "Pro athlete, Wade Barrett?" He waited for some recognition from the younger man and continued. "Asked me personally to get this job done."

"Okay, so?" Dean shrugged disinterestedly.

Regal shrugged back as well almost mockingly. "We'll he's my nephew so I told him not to worry about the price. Consider it a gift." A light smile came across his aged face when Ambrose's began to fall from disbelief to severe anger. "So, no money this time. I'll pay you for the whole week but this job in particular was just-"

"This was a ten thousand dollar job!" Ambrose blurted out furiously. "I replaced the clutch! I put a new filter in there! I even went out of my pocket to buy the paint!"

"Which is why I'm paying you today instead of that two week bracket you're usually put on." Regal held out his hands defensively but smartly as though he wasn't cheating the man. "Now considering I paid you last week, that's incredibly generous from your boss."

Dean laughed desperately in fury but held out his hand. "Yeah, regular payroll follows the two week cycle- I get that- but that's for repairs. I get paid on the spot for custom jobs. This was a custom job so while I appreciate the offer of my biweekly check early, I'd rather get the money you owe me for this now!"

Regal shrugged the young man off. "Well I don't care what you'd rather do. The gift is already paid for so forget about the money and go home already," he spat out distastefully. William heard the silence and pointed out, "And striking me would not be in your best interest. Wasn't it already hard enough for you to get a job before me? Who else will give you a chance if I fire you?" As he spoke, he turned around to his employee wielding a heavy set of pliers above his head, stopped physically by the threat but still mentally carrying out the task. Regal smirked widely. "Pfft, filthy little greaser," he hopped on the bike and drove away to deliver it.

Dean waited; waited silently, shaking in fury with the disappointment he held on a daily basis for his job. Cursing loudly, he threw the pliers across the room and wanted nothing more than to destroy the shop. Of course, that was out of the question. Couldn't do that when he had to come back and work again Monday.

He read off the check and sighed about being ripped off again. A measly thousand dollars. "Blows man..." He mumbled dejectedly and packed up his things. At least he could head home.

For him to have worked so well on bikes, Dean didn't have one of his own. He walked everywhere which wasn't exactly safe especially with the cities back alleyways. Anyone else would advise against going through the area at night with a case of beer and bags of food but then again, he could very well defend himself so there was no big problem. After a tiring two miles, he'd ended up at his shanty apartment building.

The owner of the building, Mr. Rhodes, was a round old man who preferred everyone just call him "Dusty". Dean actually didn't mind him. He kept the place to rent to young people in the neighborhood that needed it at a much cheaper price than most apartment buildings. Dusty himself was in the mist of getting the place upgraded so everyone's rent did go up a bit but that was fair since they as tenants asked for the upgrade.

He saw the old guy at the top of his stairs, easing on to his room for the night. Dusty waved to Ambrose and went for bed. Dean acknowledged the wave and kept walking up the stairs to his place. Exhaustedly he unlocked the door and went straight for the couch, plopping on it face first.

"Guys," he yelled into the couch cushions, "I brought snacks!"

There was a moments silence before Ambrose's roommate paraded out the back room. Hearing the heavy footsteps, Dean could already tell who it was so he didn't have to look up from his relaxer of a couch. "Good to see you made it home safe, Rome."

Roman Reigns: a large, long-haired Samoan.

It was policy from Dusty that each tenant have a roommate so the little money most of them did make didn't all go to rent. Splitting rent let them have a little money left over so Dean was raking in cash with Reigns here. Roman was a bouncer and body guard at a local night club- one of those back alley places where you needed a password to get in because there was bound to be illegal things going on. It was a pretty dangerous place to say the least.

"You concerned? I don't think I believe that one." Romans deep chuckle was surprisingly lighthearted. He leaned across the top of the sofa and studied Dean. "Something must've happened at the shop today. Asking a question like that, I'd guess you're trying to forget whoever ticked you off."

"Or maybe I just wanna get lost in what your day was like," Ambrose retorted. "Ever consider that?" He rolled over to his back on the sofa so he could look at Roman who had leaned more into the man.

Roman's hair fell as he looked down at the mechanic so he brushed one side behind his ear. "No, I didn't consider that because I know you. Now, wanna tell me what happened?"

Dean rolled his eyes and threaded his fingers in Romans long hair, perking a bit at the scent. "Your hair smells really good."

"Washed it before you came in," Reigns answered softly.

"Islandy... like...tropical fruit."

"Islandy? Okay, I'm done," Reigns laughed and went to pick up the things Dean brought in. He left the chips and beer on the coffee table by the couch and put the rest away in the fridge. "It's a good thing I brought home food today too. You didn't get much."

Ambrose folded his arms behind his head and kicked off his shoes. "Be grateful! If its that much of a problem, I'll go back to the store in the morning!"

As he finished his mini rant, they both became alert hearing the lock jiggle but calmed as they heard the keys next. Finally the door opened to their last roommate and more bags of food.

Seth Rollins: a lean but fairly muscular, two-tone haired young man.

Rollins worked as a tattoo artist but he did odd jobs around the area so he brought in a bit more money. Not being as mentally unstable as Dean himself or as threatening from his stature like Roman, Seth could actually find decent work. Seth was the youngest by a year or so but he was the first to room with Ambrose. He'd seen the kid enough times throughout the years to know he was in the same boat as Dean. They were kindred spirits.

All three of them.

Seth walked to the kitchen and threw the groceries on the counter before going to the living area to slump down in a chair across from Dean.

Ambrose sat up a little, "Glad you could make it in too."

Seth arched his brow and turned his attention to Dean. "Did something happen at the shop today?"

Roman laughed at the irony and gave Dean the "told you so" look. Ambrose just shook his head and fully sat up. "Well fine. If no one will let it rest, I'll just spit it out. Regal stiffed me for some cash again."

Roman plopped down beside Dean, shrugging. "So that's nothing new. Why's it bother you this time?"

Dean reached for his beer. "It was a ten thousand dollar custom job." He already knew the extent to which his roommates would react and they were just as shocked as he initially was.

Rollins sat straight up, no longer slumping but fully alert. "That's at least three months rent! Why would he do that?!"

Popping the cap, Dean drank a little and sat the drink down. "Says the guy was his nephew or whatever. I don't know...don't care." He shrugged plainly. "All I do care about is the day I get to take a monkey wrench to the back of his head and lock him in that garage with a bike still running. You know, let him choke on a little carbon monoxide. Get rid of him for good. See if he'll rip me off then. " Dean drunk more of the beverage before digging in his pocket a little excitedly. "He did give me this week's check though. It ain't much, only like one grand, but I can put up five hundred for this months rent. I need the other five for supplies. It seems like I'm bringing in less and less every month for rent... Sesus!" He threw the now empty can at the wall in frustration.

Roman pulled out a roll of cash next and sat his seven hundred on the table next to Ambrose's check. "I asked to get paid today so I can't expect much for the next two weeks but I know rent's due soon so here. The nightclub owner is my cousin so he's a little soft. I'll keep the other three hundred for groceries and things we need in the apartment. We really need more shampoo. "

Seth opened his wallet and threw another seven hundred on the table. "Okay so thats about nineteen hundred. Now how much are we short? Only one hundred, right?" Seth opened his wallet again and pulled out the last bit. "It'll leave me with a couple of twenties and I'll just use that for lunch this week."

"Finally", they all sighed. There. They had two thousand dollars. They were safe this month.

The men went back to snacking and drinking, Seth joining the other two on their couch. It was ritual for them to sit together on a Friday night and watch a good movie but nothing was on so Dean just flipped through the news channel. You actually got more news just flipping through different stations. They all had the same stories anyway. Each story became more depressing than the last but the trio just watched with unchanging eyes.

Seth was the first to talk. "The world is really falling apart."

Dean shrugged nonchalantly. "I know but not everywhere."

"What do you mean not everywhere?" Rollins looked at him strangely and laughed lightly. "I doubt that the world crumbles in every place but one."

"Well it's true, okay? I've seen it." Ambrose defensively shouted. "Some places aren't like this. Guys like us can actually get a break and you don't have to fight so hard to get a chance. In some places there is still justice for sinners like us."

"Sinners like us, huh?" Roman leaned into the couch and stretched his arms fully across the back, smiling lightly to Dean. "And you really believe that?"

"Yeah I do," he answered smartly.

"I don't know," Reigns shook his head. "Just doesn't seem like it from here." The man's opinion was only further emphasized by the murder stories on back to back channels.

"Okay, fine, don't believe me." Dean rolled his eyes and began to yawn, folding his hands across his stomach. "But when we get there I don't want anyone saying anything to me."

Seth smiled as well and turned to Dean, beginning to yawn himself. "Oh, so we're going there?"

Ambrose looked annoyed at the question but it turned to a soft and embarrassed pout. "Of course. I'm taking you, genius. Why wouldn't I? I care about you two and none of us belong here. When the time gets right we're breaking camp and going somewhere where I can make enough money to spoil you boys. I mean I like violence and blood as much- no, more than the next guy but it's not our scene. This living hand to mouth thing doesn't suit us."

Roman chuckled deeply and ruffled Dean's hair. "Spoil me, huh? I guess I could get used to that. What about you, Seth?"

Rollins let his head drop on Dean's shoulder before he nuzzled his neck. "I don't mind being taken care of."

"We'd all take care of each other," Roman added. "That's how you wanted it, isn't it?"

Dean nodded closing his eyes tiredly. "And no ones gonna undermine us or kick us to the curb or step on our fingers anymore. It would be what I think we deserve: a life much better than this." Roman reached down to grab Deans's hand affectionately while Seth grabbed the other, grateful for a tender moment after enduring the gritty all sat there basking in the thought until Rollins let out a particularly long yawn.

"I'm so bummed out, work was killer today." Seth laughed sleepily. Roman nodded and patted both their shoulders to draw his roommates to their bed.

He stood first and the other two followed to their shared bedroom. Being more awake than the others and already in his sleeping clothes, Reigns sat back and watched them change. For a guy that got so dirty throughout the day, Ambrose had such nice skin; soft and far less bruised than you'd expect from a "sinner" like him. The same was with Seth. The only abnormality was the tattooed lettering down his spine but that wasn't something a man like Roman resented. Having a full sleeve tattoo himself, he was biased at how it enhanced beauty. Eccentricity.

Ambrose threw on a wife beater, he and Seth sharing knowing glances. "Geez, Rome. Could you make yourself anymore obvious?" He smirked playfully to the slightly older guy.

"Yeah Rome, someone's doing some serious perving," Seth smiled mischievously as well.

Roman tried to suppress the smirk to his roommates. "Will you two just get in the bed already? I thought you were so bummed out and tired."

"I'm sure you want us in this bed, huh?" Dean stretched flirtatiously before going back to being worn out and crawling into his spot in the middle of the bed. Before the others could climb in, Dean had to snuggle the pillows and get comfortable.

Seth climbed in next with a big yawn. He had long since found comfort balling up and snuggling into Dean's side, arms locked around his waist. Roman laid on Dean's arm so he could nuzzle his neck while one of his arms guarded Ambrose's chest. Their sleeping arrangements were well rehearsed and of all the things they lacked in the crummy one bedroom apartment, having one bed was actually a plus they would say. Thinking no more of it, the group fell into slumber.

So it's a bit AU but I wanted to do a shield fic too badly. I am still working on my other stories but I think I'll finish this one faster so be patient with me please and just enjoy ;)