Shielded Angel

Summary: Seth Rollins' little sister Angel comes to watch him and gets pulled into the Shield's feud with Evolution. She's not as sweet as she looks and the whole world is about to find that out the hard way.

A/N: This is a little idea that popped into my head, one of many WWE fanfictions I want to write lol, and I finally got around to starting it. This will eventually be a Dean/OC story but Dean will not be the only wrestler vying for her attention…and not all of them are the good-looking guys either…poor girl. Anyone who has read my other fics knows that my girls are not wilting little flowers in need of saving all the time…maybe sometimes…but usually they hold their own with attitude, Angel will be no different.

Chapter 1 – So It Begins

The shield, known and feared by most of the WWE roster, was waiting outside the arena doors while watching Evolution run their mouths…again. Seth noticed someone in the crowd as the camera panned around and started bouncing on his heels, earning amused looks from his Shield brothers Dean and Roman.

"The hell has you so hyper little brother?"

"She's here…she actually made it…"

"Who?"

"Angel. I didn't think she'd be able to get out of work to come and watch tonight…but she made it."

"How long has it been since you last saw her?"

"Too long Dean…way too long. Our parents kept her from me when I started wrestling…and then I made it to the WWE and I just…I got too wrapped up in it all. God I've missed her. It's been a couple of years since I last got to spend time with her."

"Hmm…well, you should talk to security and have one of them bring her backstage after the show."

"Can we do that?"

"She's family Bro…I doubt they'd say no."

Roman nodded his agreement so Seth spoke quietly to a security member before his brothers motioned that it was time to go. Their theme hit the speakers and the crowd erupted into cheers. They were supposed to be heels but Evolution was more of a heel so the fans had sided with the Shield, much to Dean's bewilderment. Dean was used to being hated by the fans so being cheered was very strange for him. Roman was just a silent wall of pure muscle as he followed Seth and Dean down the steps, with Seth in the lead. The fans reached out to them as they passed by but they ignored them all as usual…until Seth reached a young woman with long dark hair, the tips dyed blonde, wearing a skintight Shield crop-top. Seth nearly lifted her off her feet as he hugged her tightly, both of them fighting back tears of joy as they beamed at one another. Dean rolled his eyes and playfully nudged Seth, tilting his head to where Evolution was watching them with barely controlled fury at being interrupted. Seth gave his little sister one last hug before vaulting over the barricade, Dean and Roman following close behind.

As soon as they entered the ring the other four men pounced and a brawl began. Every time Seth took a hit Angel winced in sympathy, and every time he landed a good hit she cheered loudly. She even cheered on Dean and Roman, earning her these little smirks from Dean that she found to be rather adorable…not that she'd tell him that anytime soon. As she was watching her brother fighting with Randy Orton Angel became aware of a hulking figure towering over her and she looked at the large man with wide eyes as he lifted her over the barricade and held her tightly against his body. She struggled against his hold but he was a lot bigger than her, and a lot stronger, so he just carried her to where the leader of his group was standing at ringside. When the man carrying her stopped moving she looked into the face of Triple H himself and hissed like an angry wildcat. Triple H seemed completely unfazed by her anger and pulled her head back by her hair to pull a scream of pain out of her. That sound made Seth freeze for a moment before whipping around to see Batista holding his little sister in a vice grip while Triple H pulled her head back at a painful angle.

"Angel! Let her go! She's not a part of this. Your fight is with us, not her."

Dean and Roman turned from their beat down of Orton, who quickly joined his team, and stood on either side of Seth to show their support of him. Dean felt fury rising in his chest at these men daring to mess with an extended member of his team…she was his brother's little sister…that made her part of the family in his mind. Roman was just pissed off that they would hurt a woman and drag her into this when she wasn't even a wrestler. Triple H just smirked at them and released his grip on the woman's hair, laughing a bit when she tried to bite his hand as it passed her mouth.

"She certainly is a feisty little thing isn't she? I thought you already had a girlfriend Rollins? What happened? Did she get bored and leave you? Don't get too attached sweetheart…he'll just leave you in the end."

Angel ducked her head down, her hair hiding her face from view so no one could see the smirk that crossed her lips. She leaned back into Batista's hold, surprising the man for a moment, before lifting her leg straight up and back to kick him in the face. As soon as he let go she whirled around and kicked him between his legs, laughing as he dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes, before dancing away from the other member's attempts to grab her. She made her way to Seth's side, sharing a vicious little smirk as he beamed with pride at her. Dean came to stand close on her other side while Roman loomed over them from the back, both men glaring at Evolution as they tried to help Batista off of the ground.

"This isn't over little girl…you have no idea what you just got yourself into."

"I got myself into nothing…you're cranky old ass dragged me into it by setting your little animal on me. I was merely defending myself from a group of threatening men who had the nerve to attack a defenseless little girl. Well guess what boys? I'm no innocent little girl, and I am certainly not defenseless. You wanted to use me to get to my brother…well that just backfired on you so congratulations on making yourself yet another enemy."

"I will…make you…pay for this…little girl."

Batista was panting from the pain and Angel rolled her eyes before speaking to him, making Dean have to bite his tongue to keep from laughing, though he couldn't stop the amused smirk that curled his lips.

"I'm petrified…really I am. You need to learn to keep your filthy paws to yourself niño pequeño perra."

The crowd was on their feet screaming for her and she looked over her shoulder at them with a saucy little smirk before tucking herself back into her brother's side. Dean was still fighting his amusement at her fiery and sarcastic attitude when he tilted his head toward the stairs to let the others know it was time to move out and regroup before Batista had time to fully recover from Angel's attack on his manhood. As soon as they made it safely to their secret locker room Seth immediately started checking Angel for any injuries while she rolled her eyes and looked at him.

"Seth…I'm fine. All he did was pull my hair…I've had worse than that from you."

"Beside the point…he dared to touch you…I'm gonna kill him."

"Not if I do it first Sethie…I'm not some helpless little damsel in distress you know."

"I know…but you're still my baby sister…I worry."

Dean's loud snort soon erupted into full-blown laughter while Seth and Roman shook their heads in amusement and sat on the little sofa against the back wall. Angel watched Dean with her head tilted slightly to one side as she tried to figure him out.

"Damn Darlin' that was priceless….dropped him like a little bitch…Batista…owned by a girl more than half his fucking size…oh man that was great…no idea what you called him out there…pretty sure it wasn't anything friendly."

"You mean when I called him niño pequeño perra?"

"Yeah that...what does that mean anyway?"

Seth curled up, laughing so hard he could barely breathe, while his brothers looked confused...at least until Angel smirked and told them what was so funny.

"It's spanish...it means little bitch boy."

Dean's eyes widdened before he sat on the ground and laughed, Roman soon joining while Angel looked proud of herself.

"You better hope he doesn't figure out what that means Babygirl."

"Babygirl?"

"Seth is our little brother...that makes you part of this little family of ours."

"I think I can handle that. So...does this mean I'm a part of the Shield now?"

"Hmm? What do you think brother's? The Angel of the Shield?"

"Nah...The Shield's Angel...sounds better."

"I like it...please Sethie?"

Dean snorted when she turned to Seth with the best Doe-Eyed puppy face he'd ever seen and Seth caved in a heartbeat. He had a feeling she usually got whatever she wanted from him with that look.

"Alright...but when we're in any arena you stay right next to one of us...and you don't go anywhere alone ok? We have a lot of enemies in this company."

"Thank you Sethie!"

Angel launched herself at Seth in a tackle hug, which soon turned into a dogpile as Roman and Dean joined in. Somehow Angel ended up on top of Dean, sitting on his stomach while watching Roman tickle Seth mercilessly. Dean was watching her, hands folded behind his head, as she shouted out all of Seth's weak spots to Roman and Seth shouted that she was a traitor. Her face and eyes were bright with her happy laughter and Dean decided he would try to make her his...but he'd have to be careful about it so Seth wouldn't try to rip his head off for it. When Seth squealed Angel started laughing so hard she almost fell backwards off of Dean's stomach but he reached out with his hands to steady her, gently lifting her up and placing her on the floor next to him as she gave him a softer smile.

"Thank you Dean."

Dean just shrugged off her thank you and she gave him a confused look before Seth tackled her and tried to give her a noogie, which she countered by locking him into his own submission hold. Seth reached out to Dean and Roman for help but they both shook their heads at him, laughing as he gave in and tapped out to his little sister.

"Oh yeah...who's the best now, huh Sethie?"

They all turned to the doorway as they heard someone clapping and Angel was quickly maneuvered behind the three men. She tried to stand on her toes to see over Roman's big shoulders, which failed, and ended up just jumping up onto his back so she could see. He shot her a half-annoyed and half-amused look over his shoulder and she just grinned at him.

"What? You were blocking my view."

"Well isn't she just adorable? Don't you think Champ?"

The behemoth of a man remained silent but his gaze never moved from Angel and she saw her brother's spine stiffen, not that his team mates were any better as she could actually feel Roman growling. She watched the show so she knew who these men were...Paul Heyman and his client Brock Lesnar...the Beast Incarnate as they called him. She really hoped her brother never decided to be a brave little moron and go toe-to-toe with that mountain of a man.

"Damn...he's even bigger in person..."

Lesnar just smirked and took a single step forward, his smirk widdening as the three men around her tensed up and shifted even closer. Angel rolled her eyes and slid off of Roman's back and stepped around him before they could stop her. She ignored Paul Heyman completely and walked right up to Lesnar, tilting her head back so she could actually look him in the face.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are one massive fucker?"

Lesnar smirked down at her and had to admit the little female had one hell of a strong spine. She rolled her eyes when Heyman started yammering in her ear about being ignored and not testing the Beast.

"Oh for god's sake just shut up! Do you never shut up? How the hell can this silent wall over here actually stad to be around you when you never shut the fuck up? I've only been in a room with you for five minutes and you're already giving me a dman headache."

Her little rant actually managed to get a rumbling chuckle out of Lesnar and the rest of the men in the room looked at him in shock as he rarely laughed unless he was hurting someone. Angel grinned up at him with a girly little giggle.

"See? He does have a sense of humor. Nope...no more words from you...nope...silence...zip-it..."

Dean's lips were twitching as she kept cutting Heyman off before he could get a single word out, leaning in to whisper to Seth.

"Your little sister may actually be crazier than I am."

"You have...no idea..."

Lesnar reached out towards Angel and she twirled in a circle, evading his hand and ending up leaning back against Dean who curled a protective arm around her while glaring at Lesnar.

"So...are you really Rollins' little sister?"

"Yes Heyman...I am...not that it's any of your business. Sethie? Can we go now? He's annoying me."

"Anything you want Sweetheart. Come on guys. There's a car waiting outside to take us to our safehouse."

"Wait...you really stay in safehouses? That's not for show?"

"Angel...I told you we have a lot of enemies around here. We have to stay safe...especially with you being here now."

"I can take care of myself...and you know that better than anyone. How many times have I handed you your ass?"

"I'm still going to worry about you...I'm your big brother...it's my job."

"I know...come on...I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry...I have no idea how the hell you manage to stay so thin..."

"I'm hyper Seth...I hardly ever stay still for long."

"True, you always were the little trouble maker."

"Me? I was not...that was all you."

The two bickered the entire way to the waiting SUV while Roman and Dean followed, trying not to laugh at the siblings. Roman took the driver's seat with Dean next to him and the siblings in the back...still bickering about who was responsible for them getting in trouble.

"Oh no...you are not gonna pin that one on me Sethie. You were the one who took the piping hot cookies off the tray and mom still has the hospital report to prove it."

"Alright, hold on...this one I gotta hear? What the hell did he do?"

"Mom had just baked a big batch of cookies and genius here decided he couldn't wait for them to cool so he grabbed a handful off the tray before they had a chance to cool off and harden a bit. He got molten chocolate all over his fingers and mom had to take him to the hospital. The crazy little idiot had second degree burns on his fingers and it took forever for them to heal because he kept picking at it."

"Well it itched damnit!"

Dean cracked up laughing as the two went right back to bickering. He and Roman exchanged a look and both of them knew they'd do anything to protect her after seeing how happy it made Seth to have her around. Dean wasn't good at trusting people but even he could tell that she was nothing but a ray of light and he couldn't help but want to bask in her warmth like a contented cat. Roman felt protective over her for several reasons and not just because she was Seth's sister and a female, but also because she was kind and radiated life and joy in a way few adults managed to keep ahold of.

"Alright you two...bicker later...we're here."

"It's just a normal house..."

"What the hell were you expecting?"

"I don't know...some sort of top-secret spy bunker or something..."

"We're not spies Angel..."

"No but you're supposed to be like a spec ops unit and they have super spiffy secret hideouts."

"We're not...nevermind...just get your little but inside before one of us decides to carry you in."

"Is that supposed to be a threat Sethie?"

"Umm...yes?"

"Hmm...it's not a very good one. Hey Roman? Piggy back ride?"

"I got you Darlin...Roman's on pack mule duty tonight."

She shrugged and hopped up on Dean's back, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck while his arms wrapped around her legs. She watched the muscles flexing in his arms as he carried her and giggled when Seth groaned at being outsmarted by her yet again. Dean gently lowered her onto the sofa and sat next to her while Roman put their bags in their respective beds and he noticed she didn't have a bag.

"What about you Darlin? Where's your stuff?"

"At home...but I'm not going back there...not now that I'm back with Seth."

"Why not?"

"Mom and Dad are still mad that he ignored their wishes and followed his dream to become a wrestler...they don't even care that he's one of the best in the world now...they wanted him to follow in their footsteps. It would have suffocated him...it's been suffocating me..."

"What do they do?"

"Dad's a surgeon and Mom's a nurse...she made me go to nursing school and made sure I stuck it out no matter how many times I told her I hated it and wanted to do something else. She got me a job in the same hospital as them...it's horrible. I work in the ER and all I see every day is people coming in that are horribly injured, some die, and other times I deal with a bunch of drunken frat boys who did somthing stupid because they were too shit-faced to know better."

"It sounds like hell..."

"It is...but I'm done. I quit this morning when they tried to make me work a third shift in a row and I finally had enough...and I still had the ticket Seth mailed me so I came. Best decision I've ever made."

"I told you to leave with me Angel...I knew they'd make you miserable...I'm so sorry sweetheart. I should have come back for you..."

"Don't you dare seth...don't you dare blame yourself. I made my choice and yes I regret it but it was my mistake...not yours. I told you to go and follow your dream and now look at you...one of the big dogs of the WWE."

"I don't deserve you Angel..."

"Well, you're stuck with me anyway so deal with it."

"Better not let Vince find out what she did for a living or he'll try to hire her as a ringside medic."

"It'd probably be safer...but she would hate it."

"SHE is right here damnit!"

"Sorry Angel."

The three men all spoke at once and she snorted softly before ruffling Seth's hair while he tried to bat her hands away.

"Not the hair."

"You know you love me."

"So? Leave my hair alone."

"Sometimes I think you're more of a girl than I am..."

"Am not."

"Are too."

Roman rolled his eyes as the two started bickering once again and Dean just watched, his head moving from one to the other like he was watching a ping-pong match. The little mini-argument finally ended when Roman lifted Seth up and hauled him off to his room before going to his own for bed. Dean snorted softly at the look on Angel's face when she realized there was only one other bedroom.

"Relax Darlin. You can take the room and I'll take the couch."

"No...you had a match earlier in the night before facing Evolution...I know you've got to be sore from all of that. You take the bed...I'll be fine."

"We could both take the bed."

"Seth would kill you."

"I'm not talkin about sex Darlin...not that I'd say no...but this time I'm just talkin about sleep. I'll keep my hands to myself."

"Seth is still going to kill you...but alright...it's your funeral."

Dean smirked as he followed her into the remaining bedroom, watching her hips sway as she walked. She took a running leap and landed in the middle of the bed before rolling over to one side and curling up into a little ball. Dean huffed softly at how adorble she looked and then stripped off his tactical vest and pants, leaving him in a muscle shirt and boxers. He noticed the appreciative once-over she gave him and turned a bit so she could get a better look, laughing softly at the blush that stained her cheeks when she realized he'd caught her.

"Relax Darlin...I don't mind if you look...don't mind if you touch either."

"Seth is so going to kill us both..."

"Not if he doesn't find out Darlin."

"He's Seth...he always finds out...I'm not exactly subtle Dean...neither are you from what I've seen and heard."

"I still don't care. I can handle him Darlin...and you...you are more than worth the risk."

"Why? Because I'm pretty?"

"Not just that Darlin...you radiate light like a fucking sunbeam."

"I've never heard that one before...as far as pick-up lines go...it's not the worst I've heard."

"I don't need pick-ip lines Darlin...this body is usually more than enough to get me what I want."

"Yeah...no...I'm pretty sure it's the voice Dean...and maybe the eyes...but definately the voice. That low gravelly voice just does things to a woman."

Dean let his voice drop a little lower and smirked at the little shiver that ran through her body in response.

"Oh yeah? What kind of things Darlin?"

"Goodnight Dean."

Dean laughed softly as she pulled the covers up to her ears and decided to let her be for now. She knew he was interested...and he knew she was as well...so it was only a matter of time, in his mind, before she gave into him.

A/N: Ok so there's the first chapter. This is only loosely going to follow anything resembling the actual WWE timeline. I will be doing my own thing but keeping everything Kayfabe for this one so character names and gimmicks are reality in this fic. Hopefully you all like the start of this and want more...we shall see. Let me know what you think.