Chapter 1- Just not now-Dean Ambrose

He was a leader he was also the psycho of the team, but even he couldn't be left alone to fight.

Dean Ambrose dashed across the hall asking each and every superstar he knew or were present in the area on where were his two boys at. Neither knew where Reigns or Rollins were. It frustrated Dean, they were supposed to be a team, and they were supposed to stick together!

In about eight to ten minutes they were on next fighting against John Cena and team hell no. But how can he just go out there alone without his team mates/friends.

"Rollins! Reigns! Where are you?" Dean shouted he wasn't anywhere near worried nor was he desperate. But the thought of facing three men, who were out to get him was one thing Dean didn't want to think about. Hell he could take them down, he knew he can, but this wasn't about him this was about the shield.

He hoped to God they would make it to the ring on time. He turned on his heel and went back to where he belonged.

As he made it to his spot he found neither Rollins nor Reigns waiting there.

"Seriously you guys?" Dean groaned. He waited there patiently for his cue.

Once he got it, he walked down those stairs feeling like a complete fool, there were cheers and there were boos, but the look of confusion did feel the eyes of most of the people who sat there watching him walk down those steps alone.

No Rollins and no Reigns. Once he made it to the ring he saw a faint smile appear on the golden boys face.

Dean stepped in the ring with John; he glared at the man walking towards him with a microphone in his hand.

"Well, well, well look who's all alone now. "John laughed while walks around dean eyeing the man carefully. Dean stayed staring at the ground; he didn't want to look at the face of John Cena at this point, looking at the golden boy made him sick.

"Now you know," John came face to face with Dean, "Now you know how it feels...to be left alone."

The smile on John's face never left. And Dean didn't want to stay any longer, but thankfully John and Team Hell No were the first to walk out, leaving Dean Ambrose alone at the ring.

He walks into the locker-room feeling like complete shit; he looked around the room and found STILL no signs of his so called team mates.

He sits down against the bench, nobody bothered to ask him what was wrong, they didn't have to they saw the whole thing. Some cared and some didn't care.

"Dean hey," Dean looks up to spot none other than the straightedge himself. "I saw what happen to you out there."

Dean chuckles. "Yeah well, who cares?"

Punk sat down next to Dean, he didn't say much hell he wasn't even looking at dean anymore. He was rubbing his thumbs together, Dean notice this but decided not to ask any further questions.

"Fuck that was embarrassing." Dean sighs scratching at his head, breaking the silence. "Having the Golden boy over power ME, is just humiliating, I mean it's all about justice for the shield not for fucking John Cena."

Dean gets up and walks straight towards the locker-room door.

"Where are you going?" Punk gathers up his things following behind Dean.

"The parking lot there's a basement door, I'll look there, that's the last place i haven't looked yet. "He turns once more but stops and glances back at punk." I'll be fine on my own, thanks but I think your husband needs you more then I do." Punk only smirks in return and walks away.

Dean arrives at the parking lot; he spots the basement door just distance away from where he was at. He slowly walked towards the door, Dean didn't know what to expect when he was finally in front of the closet door, and he turned the knob slowly.

The smell of sweat was in the air, but that didn't alarm Dean what really alarmed him was the sudden sounds of moans coming from the corner.

He tip toed and took a peek around the corner. Dean's eyes widen at the sight in front of.

His left eye twitches at the sight. Seth was getting fucked by roman, the moans were with pleasure, both men were naked in front of his eyes; Seth nails dig harshly against the strong arms of Roman. Neither seems to notice Dean.

"Argg!" Seth arches his back. "Fuck Roman harder!"

"Cum bitch, I want you too cum. "Roman growls, leaning in to bite the crook of Seth neck.

Dean steps back deciding it was time to leave, but then two steps back got him crashing into a shelf. The sudden crash alarmed both Roman and Seth.

Roman turn to where the sound came from.

"Who the fuc-"Roman stopped; he stepped back away from Seth.

Seth notices the change in Roman and turned to see what he was looking at.

"Dean?" Seth whispered. "What are you, are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here?" Dean growled. "What the fuck are you two doing here when you should have been out there with me!" He yelled at the two men's in front of him.

Seth looks at the clock on the walls, and covers his face slightly ashamed of himself. "Dean oh god, we are so, so sorry!"

"Fuck you guys!" Dean barked.

Roman smirked and slowly walks towards Dean. "Ambrose, let us make it up to you." He roughly grabs Dean by the waist and pulls him closer to his own body.

"Reigns fuck off, i am in no mood! You assholes left me alone, and golden boy was fucking making fun of me!" Dean beats against Roman's chest, sure Dean was strong but Roman was the powerhouse in the team. He smirks down at Dean and leans in closer.

"Ambrose, let us make it up to you."

Seth walks around the two men and settle himself behind Dean. "Yeah, leader let us make it up to you." He snickers.

"Do i have a choice?" Dean snarled.

"I'd say no." Roman trails small butterfly kisses against Dean Jaw and neck. Seth licks at Dean Earlobe making him shiver.

He was sandwich between the two men, he could barely even breath. He struggled against Romans arms. he could feel Seth arms grabbing at his ass, he was getting more frustrated, he tried to be kept cool but the anger was coming out, he needed to leave now before he did something he would regret for the rest of his fucking life. With all his might he pushes pass both men and runs out the door without looking back.

He hears his name being called out but didn't bother to stop.

Where the hell was he heading off too? But maybe it just didn't matter to Dean at the moment. He did realize though that he was heading the wrong direction to his hotel room. But then again waiting in the hotel room would be his two roommates, Seth and Roman and honestly at this time Dean wasn't planning on seeing them, not right now of course, once he figures out his feelings...maybe...just maybe he could work something out with them later.

He knocks on the door twice, he waits patiently. The door knob opens to revile a shirtless Punk, though Dean didn't mind, what you would expect he fought half naked men on the ring all the time.

Naked…Naked Roman and Seth.

He shudders at the thought.

Punk tilted his head noticing the younger man in front of him lost in space. "Hey man you okay?" Punk asks concerned for his friend.

"No I'm not, can I come in?" Punk only nods and steps aside letting Dean enter the room.

The first thing Dean Notice while entering the room was a certain blond lying in bed unaware that there was a guest. The certain blonde was the all mighty creator of everything 'Chris Jericho' he so happened to be reading a book on his lap, not once did he look up.

Not once.

Punk rolled his eyes at the much older man.

He walks towards the blonde. "Baby, Deans here." Jericho finally looks up for the first time since Dean arrived; the old man sends a warm welcoming smile back at Dean.

"Aw hey man, sorry i was really getting int-scratch that not into it, but into the pictures. "He flips back to a couple of pages and points at a picture to Dean.

"The fuck is that?" Dean asks tilting his head.

Jericho glances at the picture for a second then back at Dean. "It's a baby in the wound of its mother." Jericho smiles up at punk who smiles back.

"Why are you looking at baby pictures for?" Dean eyes darted from one man to another.

"Nothing you know, don't worry about it," Punk smirks. "Tell us about you? Did you fine them?"

"Who?"

Punk only looks at Dean.

"Yeah I found them." He shivers at the thought of Roman and Seth touching him in places that shouldn't be touch.

The thing is Dean didn't know whether he hated the touch or liked it...it felt strange and yet warming.

"Well?" Jericho popped in siting close between Punk and Dean obviously wanting to be part of the gossip.

Dean looks away." Well...They were busy...REALLY busy!"

"Busy? What kind of busy? Like busy, busy, "Jericho ask." Or like oh busy, busy." he winks.

Punk hits his shoulder lightly.

"The Second," Dean mutters. "Fuck."

Jericho is smiling like a child; he covered his face and laughed. "Oh my god! No way that is classic wait until Dolph here's abo-"

"No settle down boy." Punk hisses.

"Yes please," Dean leans in closer to the couple. "Settle down. Look i didn't come here to gossip. I came here because I -I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me," Dean looks away from both men, he clamps his head between both his hand trying to control the headache that formally killing him at the moment, it ache like a bitch and he just wanted to cut his head off and make it better.

"I mean Fuck, I saw them, and they saw me. They wanted to make it up to me...by having, "He then changes his voice to a mere whisper. "They wanted to have sex with me."

Punk narrows his eyes. "And then?...did you?"

Dean rolls his eyes. "Fuck no I ran off, I wanted nothing to do with them."

Jericho scoffs. "You say that now Dean; trust me you'll give it up to them sooner or later."

The moment Jericho told him that was the moment Dean knew deep inside he was right.

Dean knew that the more he stayed with them. Roman, Seth... he was going to give up...and he was going to give into them and their little games and he was going to fuck them...or the other way around. But he didn't want that...it scared him.

And Dean Ambrose wasn't scared of anything.

Why? Dean didn't know why...but the thought of being with them scared the fuck out of him. He didn't have much in life... hell the shield was his only family...And he was not going to give that up.

"No, no that's not true, "Dean whispers "that's not true at all..."

He looks at the lovers once more, Punk held on to Jericho hand, Dean notice that and couldn't help but feel a length of warmth inside him.

He wanted that.

Just not now, when he's ready, he'll make sure Roman and Seth are the first to know he was ready.

He promised that when he was ready… he would be there for them all the time, he wouldn't feel uncomfortable around them, and he would show them what they truly did mean to him.

But only when he was really ready.