Michelle was a hunter, Dean was a wrestler, and their worlds couldn't be farther apart. While their lives shared similarity, traveling most of the year, they were still so far apart. But the hunting life, due to an injury and a brush with death, was ending for Michelle and she was looking for something to celebrate the ending of a short era. When her best friends and adopted brothers the Winchesters surprised her with WWE tickets, she had no idea her and Dean's paths would cross. Would it be the start of a new beginning or just a huge disappointment?

"Sam I'm heading out," I said to a sick Sam Winchester as I stood in front of him on the couch.

"You look great," he said as he threw a tissue in the trash. "Enjoy yourself tonight. You deserve it."

"Thanks, I am so relieved to be out of that damn cast," I said as I rubbed my right arm. I had injured it a while back on a hunt that could have taken my life. After that, I was done. The Winchesters and Crowley vowed to never let me go on a hunt again.

"I know you are. Now, you should get going. Be careful, I'll see you when you get home."

"Alright Sammy, love you," I called as I started walking to the door.

"Love you too!" he called out hoarsely.

I sent a text to Sam's brother Dean as I headed to the car and told him I was leaving to go to the show. He was on a hunt a few states away and was wrapping it up, promising to be home sometime early in the morning. I thanked him once again for the tickets and promised to bring him home a t-shirt or two.

The drive to the arena was filled with lots of K-Pop and lots of singing. With the pressure of the job no longer weighing down on me, I felt great. I was excited to see the show just as much as I was excited to see my two big crushes in the company, Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns. I couldn't wait to see them and take plenty of pictures. Maybe if I was lucky, I could snap a picture with one of them after the show.

When I arrived to the arena the first thing I did was hit the merch booth. I got Dean his, much promised shirts, along with some for me. I made sure to bring a big enough empty purse to fit them in. Then I went to my front row, ringside seat. There I waited for the show to begin.

I waited match by match until it was time to see my favorite boys. I was much entertained to see the New Day and see the divas match which featured Sasha Banks, someone I'd get along with well due to our shared love of K-Pop. It was all great but nothing compared to seeing Dean and Roman. When Dean's music hit, I stood and cheered with the rest of the crowd.

When he got to where I could see him I was amazed at how much hotter he was in person. I couldn't stop staring at him, and it was almost like he noticed because the next thing I knew he was staring back. I, embarrassingly, broke my stare. Geez, I know I couldn't be the only one here with eyes on him, why did it feel like he was staring into my damn soul? Was there something on my face? What the hell was going on?

Dean's POV

It was another night and another crowd. Never did I think in that crowd would I randomly spot a girl and fall in love. She was beautiful, long brown hair, green eyes, pouty lips and a smile that lit up my world. Never in my life had I wanted a girl so bad.

I had to focus, I couldn't stand there with a huge smile on my face because that wasn't who Dean Ambrose was. I was the lunatic fringe, not some big, goofy grinning bastard. She was damn gorgeous though, and I wanted to keep staring at her. So I did, just for a little while before the match began. Then, I had to get into get into that mindset and forget about her just for a little while. I thanked God when the match ended and I walked backstage to gather my thoughts.

"What was that man?" Roman asked as he came up to me.

"That girl in the front row, did you see her?" I said as I thought of a place to go to spy on her.

"What girl? There were a few of them." He looked at me like I was losing my mind.

"Brown hair, green eyes. She was gorgeous. What I wouldn't give to have those beautiful lips on mine." What the hell was I saying?

Roman laughed, "Damn, sounds like you've been hit by cupid."

"Shut up, she's beautiful. I'm telling you, man I'm going to marry that girl one day."

"You don't even know her!" Roman said in disbelief.

"I don't care, I've got have her. I will have her, I have to talk to her. Man, you've got to help me."

"How are you going to find her in a crowd of a few thousand people?" he said as he rolled his eyes at me.

"I don't know, but I'll figure out something," I replied.

Michelle's POV

When the show was over I stayed behind in my seat for a few minute to let the crowd get ahead of me. I hated being stuck in a crowd of people. I called Dean and told him how great the show was. He was happy to hear it, promising to come along next time. I told him I was about to get ready to leave and begged me to stay safe and kick the ass of anyone who tried to mess with me.

I got up and left my seat slowly. I walked out to the corridors of the arena. It was weird being one of the only people out walking. I was becoming a little paranoid, afraid someone was going to try to follow me to my car and rob me. Thanks Dean.

As I kept walking I swore I could hear footsteps behind me. Hell, I knew I did. I felt the presence of someone. There was definitely someone following me. I could feel their eyes boring into the back of my head. They seemed to be getting closer and closer, and I used that to my advantage.

I turned around, grabbed them by the neck and chest, and slammed them into the wall. They looked so damn shady, in a baggy hoodie, hood over their head and ball cap on. They threw their hands up in surrender and spoke.

"Woah, damn that's hot," said a familiar voice as they pulled their hood down. Right in front of me stood Dean Ambrose with a huge smile on his face. My mouth dropped.

"What the hell?" I said in shock.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out. I saw you in the crowd earlier and had to meet you. I know you already know who I am, so hey, I'm Dean. Can I ask yours?"

"Okay, one, you can't just go around acting like a crazy stalker and following people and just say hey and ask their name. Two, I'm an idiot who doesn't care, though, and my name's Michelle."

Dean smiled, "Well Michelle, I don't really do this, like ever, but I was wondering if I could come home with you tonight." Oh. My. God. What did he just say? Was I dreaming, was this some kind of sick joke? I didn't care, though. Even if tonight ended in a one-night stand, one of my biggest crushes just asked me to take him home. I'd be an idiot if I didn't. Even if one-night stands weren't my thing.

"I don't do this either, but yes, please, come home with me tonight," I was breathless. I was practically begging.

"Great," he grinned, "Come with me, I'll go get my things and tell Roman I'll see him Monday."

"Okay!" I said excitedly and followed him backstage.

"Wait here," he said as we reached the locker room door. I stood there and waited as he went inside to talk to Roman and get his bags.

Roman opened the door first and came out. He looked at me and smiled, "Hi, you are very pretty."

"Pretty?" Dean said in offense, "She's beautiful!" I blushed.

"I guess you can say she is," Roman agreed. "Have a great night you two. I'll see you later man."

"Alright, see you. I'll call you tomorrow"

"Bye you two," Roman said with a cheeky grin and made his way to the superstar's exit.

"Bye!" we both called after him. Wow. Little did I know, when I came here tonight, I'd be meeting Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns and taking Dean home with me tonight.

"So Michelle, what's a pretty girl like you doing coming to a show like this all alone?" Dean asked as we walked to my car.

"The ticket was a gift from my best friends, they couldn't come tonight," I replied.

"So I take it you're single?" he asked hopefully.

"Well, duh," I laughed.

"How in the hell is that possible?" he asked in shock.

I shrugged, "Don't know really. I can be pretty intimidating at times."

"Well I can see that," he agreed with a laugh, "You're really strong."

I laughed, "I could probably kick your ass. I have kicked a guy's ass before. No lie."

"Oh I believe you," he said without hesitation. "To be honest, it totally turns me on."

I pinned him against the wall again and kissed him deeply. "Glad to know that."

"How long does it take to get to your place from here?" he panted.

"Twenty five to thirty minutes?" I guessed aloud.

"Damn it," he growled. "I sure do hope you drive well under pressure." He says as he presses his hard on into my thigh.

"I do pretty well," I said breathlessly. I walked away and he smacked me on the ass causing me to moan. He went to smack me again and I swatted his hand away. "Keep that up and you'll be taking me right in this parking lot in my car."

"Baby, I would gladly take you in the car, so don't tempt me. I will take you seriously." Damn, this man was going to kill me.

I tried to ignore the heat building in my core. When we got to the car I quickly got in and cranked it up, and k-pop blasted from the speakers. Dean looked at me with a bit of shock on his face, then shrugged and went with it. He was too turned on to worry about what I listen to right now.

The ride home was tense. The sexual tension in the car was smothering. I had never wanted someone so bad before. While in the back of my mind, I hoped that this situation ended now. Truthfully, though, right now, I didn't care what happened. I just wanted him to fuck my brains out.

When I got home, I had totally forgotten about Sam who was camped out on the couch with a box of tissues and a remote in his hand. Like I had said before, I never did one-night stands. Out of the boys and I, that was Dean's thing. So, I was quite embarrassed to have brought a guy home with me from the show. Then I thought, hell, that guy was Dean fucking Ambrose, and that made me feel a lot damn better.

"Um, hi," I said to Sam a bit nervously as I came upon him.

"Is that?" he croaked out in confusion.

"Yes?" I squeaked. "Dean, this is my friend Sam Winchester. Sam this is Dean Ambrose."

"Hi," Dean said to Sam.

"Hi," Sam said to Dean.

"Hey Dean," I said as I was distracted by Sam's judgmental glare.

"Yeah?" Dean asked.

"Could you meet me upstairs? First door to the left when you reach the top of the stairs."

"Sure," he said with a bit of worry in his voice. I gave him a reassuring smile as he left to climb the stairs.

Sam waited for Dean to be out of hearing range, and then he laid into me. "What the hell? How did this happen? What the hell are you thinking?"

"Oh come on Sam! When do people get this opportunity? I don't really fully understand how it happened, but it just has. Dean Ambrose wants to sleep with me! He called me beautiful. He thinks I'm beautiful! I can't pass this up." I looked at Sam and he looked a little disappointed in me.

"Michelle, come on, you never do stuff like this," he replied as he shook his head.

I whined, "I know! I know! But I'm hoping for the best. Maybe something good will come out of this. Maybe it can be something more. It's stupid to think that, but I'm dreaming big here."

"How do you know this isn't some kind of game to him? What if these wrestlers do this all the time?"

"Because I just do! Sam you know I'm good at reading people. I think he's telling the truth. And you never know, he may want to see me again after this. Then again, he may not. And if he doesn't, oh well. I'll deal with it. I know you're being protective, and I thank you, but Sammy I really want to do this."

"Well, I guess I can't change your mind. Be safe, at the very least. Okay?"

I sighed and rolled my eyes, "I'm not an idiot Sammy. I'm going upstairs now. Goodnight."

He sighed and shook his head, "Goodnight."

I appreciated Sam looking out for me, but I was an adult, I could take care of myself. I was going to fuck Dean Ambrose tonight and I was gonna make it a night to remember. I didn't need anyone's approval to do so.

When I went up to the room, Dean was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting patiently for me to join him. I shut and locked the door behind me before going up and attacking Dean with kisses. He rolled us over and got on top of me before he took my top off and started kissing down my body. Then he peeled me out of my tight jeans and began kissing me from head to toe, stopping at my feet to take my boots off. When he returned to my lips, I noticed he was mumbling on about how beautiful I was.

Next thing I knew, he was taking his clothes off before returning to kissing all over my body. Then he was between my legs, licking a long stripe over my panties. I moaned and bucked my hips for him to keep going.

"Be a good girl and don't move," he said as he pinned my hips down. He licked again before sliding his fingers into my panties. "Damn so wet for me," he moaned. "May I have a taste?"

"Yes!" I begged, "Oh yes!"

Dean slid my panties off and licked up my slit to my clit, down, and up again. "Mmm," he moaned, "so sweet." He dipped inside then continued to lick up and down my slit and my clit. Then he just stopped.

"No!" I begged, "don't stop."

"I can't take it anymore," he replied. "The way you're moaning its killing me. Please tell me you have a condom."

I nodded to the nightstand "Top drawer." Dean got the condom and put it on. Then he slowly pushed inside.

"Fuck," he moaned as he let me adjust to his size.

"Please, fuck me, make love to me, I don't care. Just do something before I have to do it for you!"

"Damn, baby, be patient," he said as he started moving.

"That's better," I moaned out and pulled him down to kiss me.

Soon he found a nice pace, then started to find my spot. I guided him the whole time, moaning his name in between directions. When he hit it for the first time, I screamed out in pleasure. So, now, he had this perfect pace, hitting my spot every time, and I was in heaven. And my climax was coming fast.

"Dean, I'm gonna cum," I moaned.

"Me too, Michelle, he moaned back. "Cum with me, baby."

So I came, and I came hard and he came with me. And as soon as we were done, we went at it again, and again. I think I had four orgasms that night all thanks to Dean. I had never gone that long with anyone before, but damn, did I enjoy myself. When we, finally went to bed, we were exhausted.