"We got you covered," Seth ridiculed. "Yeah, way covered, WWE. Way to go!"
They had just descended the stairs and were moving out on the platform.
"A fucking train," Dean rolled his eyes.
"At least they took our bags for us. A train won't kill us," Roman tried.
"No, but the fans on it might," Seth said.
"Maybe we're lucky there won't be any fans," Roman said. "It's still early in the morning. Most people are probably on their way to work."
They moved down the platform, trying to find a secluded spot to stand so the other waiting passengers wouldn't notice them. As they finally made their way past the last ones, they noticed a woman sitting further down up against a wall. She didn't seem to even notice she was at a filled train station and she didn't look like she was waiting for a train. She just sat there in her own little world, crying to herself. They watched her for a few awkward seconds before Roman cleared his throat.
"Should we maybe ask her if she's okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, you go, big dog," Seth said.
"Why me?" Roman asked.
"Because she's wearing your shirt," Seth answered.
Roman's eyes moved from her face to her shirt and Seth was right. She was wearing a Roman Empire shirt although it was several sizes too big for her.
"Maybe all she needs is a hug from her favourite wrestler," Dean chuckled.
"Don't be an ass. She's still a human being and she's obviously upset," Roman said.
He moved towards the woman and Seth and Dean followed.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
She looked up at the man in front of her, not knowing why he bothered to talk to her at all.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she answered.
"You don't look fine," he squatted down in front of her.
"Why do you care?" She asked.
"Because you're wearing my shirt," he tried with a friendly smile.
"No, it's my boyfriend's shirt. Ex's shirt, I mean," she said.
"Roman Empire," he pointed at the shirt. "It's my brand. I'm Roman. And by the look on your face, you have absolutely no idea who I am."
"Sorry, I just grabbed the first thing as I ran out of the apartment. I couldn't exactly run out half naked," she said.
"I take it he's a wrestling fan," he said.
"Yeah, he watches all the time," she said.
Despite the tears he found her to be pretty. Her hair could use a hairbrush and her face probably hadn't seen makeup in ages but there was something pretty hidden in that sad face.
"You had a fight?" He asked.
"Yes and no," she moved her knees up to hug them. "I want out. He won't let me."
"A message to all of our passengers. Due to problems with the signals, all trains have been delayed."
"Great!" Dean rolled his eyes.
"They promised to rent us a car," Seth said annoyed.
"I got a car," she looked up.
"And what good will that do us?" Dean asked.
"You can have it. I was gonna sell it anyway. Wherever you need to go, you can take it. Just take me with you," she said.
"Wow, hold on!" Seth raised his hands.
"I don't care where you're going. Once you're there, I swear I'll leave again. I just need to get away from this town and I need someone to help me get the keys since Keith is still in there and I can't fight him," she said.
"Fight him? Sweetheart, is he hitting you?" Roman asked.
"Among other things," she dropped her arms in defeat.
"Maybe we can work something out," Roman said.
"Roman," Dean said lowly.
Roman looked up at Dean but Dean just pointed at her arms. Roman looked back down and noticed all the small needle marks. They looked old but clearly she had been shooting something at some point and not just once or twice. A whole lot of times. Their staring didn't go unnoticed to her.
"I'm clean. I swear I'm clean. I've been clean for a month. That's why I want out. I wanna stay clean but he keeps shooting and he wants me to sell my body to feed his addiction and I refused so he got so mad and he started hitting me and I just ran..." She rambled away while she got to her feet. "I swear I'm clean. Look for yourself."
She grabbed the shirt and started moving it up but Roman grabbed it before she could expose anything.
"Wow, no need for that," he pulled it back down. "We believe you."
He turned his head to look at Seth and Dean.
"What do you think?" He asked.
"I'd really like to get on the road," Dean said.
"It's not like she can jump us anyway," Seth put on a little smile.
"Alright," Roman turned back to look at her. "We're in."
"Okay, good. You're Roman, right? And these two?" She asked.
"I'm Seth and this is Dean," Seth answered.
"I'm Delora," she said.
"Lead the way, sweetheart," Roman said.
It wasn't a nice neighbourhood and if they hadn't been together, they most likely would have felt unsafe. She walked through it without a care. She was used to it. She stopped in front of a door with crackled blue paint that clearly had seen better days. She turned around and looked at Roman, her eyes begging for his backup.
"Don't worry, sweetheart, we're going in there with you," he said.
"Pack fast," Seth said.
She nodded and opened the door. She had barely set foot inside before an angry male voice reached them all.
"Where the fuck were you?" He howled.
She walked in with the three men in tow and a bare chested man in green pants came into sight.
"What the hell? The Shield?" His face lit up into a smile and he stood up from the chair he had been sitting on. "Where did you pick them up? Welcome, boys. You wanna try her? She's good and she doesn't cost much."
"Unbelievable," Dean said.
"Sweetheart, go pack," Roman said firmly.
"Pack? She's not going anywhere," Keith said.
"Go pack!" Roman said through gritted teeth when he saw she hesitated.
She ran into what they could only assume was the bedroom and Roman stepped up in front of Keith, grabbing the man's shoulders and pushing him back down on the chair. He leaned over him and placed his hands on the armsrests.
"We're taking her out of here and you'll never try to contact her again. Is that clear?" Anger oozed out of him.
"Yeah, clear," Keith yipped.
"Fucking drug addict!" Seth muttered.
They all turned their heads as she came running out with clothes in her arms and threw it on the floor. She ran back in without noticing how they all stared at the clothes.
"Don't you got a bag?" Dean yelled.
"Sorry, no," she yelled back.
"Where are the car keys?" Seth yelled.
"Keith has them," she yelled back.
Roman reached his hand forward and waited for the man to hand them over.
"Fuck, no! You can take the bitch but I'm keeping the car," Keith said.
"Wrong answer," Roman shook his head and placed a hand around Keith's throat. "You're either gonna hand them over or I'm gonna take them myself once you stop breathing."
"O... okay..." Keith stuttered.
He raised his body up just enough to get a hand down in his pocket and pull out the keys. Roman immetiately snatched them out of his hand.
"Good boy," he smacked Keith's cheek a couple of times mockingly.
"Delora?" Seth called.
"Coming!" She called back.
She came running back out again with her arms full of clothes.
"That's everything," she said.
"We need to get you a bag," Roman chuckled.
Dean and Seth picked up the clothes she had already thrown on the floor and they all moved out of the apartment together. She guided them to her car and Roman opened the trunk so they could throw her clothes down in it.
"I know it's not much," she said.
"As long as it runs, it's good," Seth said.
"It does," she said.
She climbed into the back seat with Roman while Seth took the driver's seat and Dean took the passenger seat. Seth started the car and smiled when he heard the engine running.
"It doesn't look like much but it sounds alright," he said.
"Get us the fuck out of here. This place gives me the creeps," Dean said.
