Family Doubts

Summary: Veronica Rollins was excited to join her brother Seth in the WWE. She was respected and loved by the WWE Universe but that love and respect is turned to hatred when she joins The Authority because her brother did. Not long after, she still wonders if she made the right choice when she starts to fraternize with none other than Dean Ambrose and starts to fall for him. (OC/Ambrose)

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KDOH: thank you so much everyone for the awesome reviews. There are a few details that I decided to alter a little bit. I hope you don't mind it too much. Time to get the story on the road, hope you like the next chapter.

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Chapter Two: Bad Blood

Veronica Rollins Point of View

When the bell rung, it was obvious what my brother's technique going into this match was but sadly, Roman was on top of it and constantly kept flinging Seth around like a rag doll but Seth seemed to have ways of getting out of sticky situations. I really didn't want to pay attention to this match but I had to keep an eye on Randy, so I spent my time staring at the Viper, watching him closely with my arms crossed over my chest.

Roman had the upper hand for a while but my brother eventually gained the upper hand, sending Roman onto the second rope. Roman was there on the ropes, trying to gain his bearings and that is when I saw that there was a problem going on between the security and Randy. I had noticed that Seth had the referee distracted and judging by Randy's face, J and J were ordering him to use the opportunity to cheap shot Roman which I think Randy did not appreciate being bossed around by those two.

As I reached up and rubbed my face with my hand, I groaned in annoyance. This was about to end badly and I knew it the minute I saw the look in Randy's eye on the big screen.

I wasn't at all shocked when Randy climbed down the stairs and got into it with J and J security, well more specifically with Mr. Jamie Noble or what I call him, Shrilly considering he was the one ordering Randy to take the cheap shot on Roman. I always hated that shrilly congested voice of his and he really needed an Attitude Adjustment from John Cena to fix the loose screws on his brain receptors that control his mouth. I saw what was coming when he started pulling off his blazer, wanting to give the Viper a lesson but sadly Randy Orton was pissed off big time and was way faster than he was.

His hand was behind him before it swung in a deadly arch upwards, just like how Roman would do it, the palm of his hand connecting with the jaw and cheek of the high pitched imbecile and his buddy instantly had to hold him up because of course the guy would be disorientated. He isn't a wrestler so it really would have made his brain even more screwed than it already was. The thought made me cringe.

My brother growled and stuck his body out of the ring between the top and middle rope trying to calm the situation down, I was currently staring at his back but judging by the vicious thrusting of his arm towards the entrance ramp meant he was telling those idiots to just fuck off at this point but they were arguing with him which meant that I had to intervene yet again.

I stand up, rolling my eyes when I hear the King and JBL talking about how the "big guns are coming out now," as I walk past the ring, catching the look that Roman was giving me as I made way to the others and shoved the three men apart, coming between them.

"Hey, we are not doing this!" I growl at the two security idiots who I shouldn't even really call security because they fucking suck at their jobs. For a moment when I said that, it eerily felt like I sounded like Triple H when he was trying to prevent all hell from breaking loose when the Shield turned. "You two need to back off!" I order when i break out of my stupor, noticing that the numb nut is no longer disoriented as he decides its his time to speak up and get up all in my face.

"He wasn't doing his job!" He shrilled at me, causing me to grit my teeth, ignoring how he is pointing at Randy Orton who is at this point looking like he is a volcano about to erupt all over Jamie's ass and as much as I was tempted to let him, I was the peace keeper here so I had to stop this before everything blew up.

"Let's all calm the heck down." I said firmly as I shot Randy a look telling him that I would sort the two out. As much as he didn't like me telling him what to do, he just proceeded to growl as he backed away as I looked at my brother for confirmation and he gave me a nod. I turned to Noble and Mercury and glared. "You two can bugger off. Seth doesn't need you. He and Randy can handle this so just get lost." I said firmly, pointing up towards the ramp and that does not sit well with either of the two of them.

Mercury comes up closer, his chest brushing against mine as he glares up at me. I may be short but I am nowhere near as short as Jamie Noble and another thing is, I am in heels so I am still taller than her. "You ain't the boss of me." He said boss with a 'w' sound in the middle of it to try and act like he came from the hood or something, trying to act like this big hotshot smart ass with a ghetto tude.

I look him directly in the eye as I tell him, "You wanna say that again, Shrilly." I glare down at him, his face scrunched up from anger due to the name I used on him. He bumped his chest against mine, as if challenging me which just made me mad, "Wanna do that again so I have a reason to kick your tiny ass." I say clenching my hands, forming them into tight fists. I really wanted him to do it again so I had a reason to punch his teeth out.

Thankfully, bald headed Mercury with a head so polished with sweat that the lights were reflecting off of it, had some common sense and knew that I was not playing around when it came to my threats. This wasn't the first time I had Noble acting like a big man and trying to bully me. The last time he tried to boss me around, he was met with a right chop that knocked him flat on his ass. Mercury for once knew that I was not playing around and pulled his buddy away from me and dragged him away, apologizing to me for his friends behavior as he led him away.

I sighed and turned to my brother who nodded at me, not even thanking me which wasn't anything new to me so I turned round and walked back to my seat and sat down comfortably and settled back into my spot, timing my seating right it seemed. My brother had slipped back into the ring only to be met by a vicious clothesline from Roman that clearly could have knocked his head right off his shoulders.

That's what happens when you get distracted. Seth should have just left Randy to handle it but he obviously had to be on his toes around Randy cause a few weeks again, he was joking about The Authority and when they come out, he's claiming to have returned to the Authority and he was very much pissed last week when they lost to Roman and Daniel Bryan last week.

The Viper was unpredictable, everyone had to be careful around him and that was the Authority included. Randy was a dangerous man which is what made most fear him, he was cold blooded and vicious in the ring. The unpredictability of the man's nature is what made him deadly. In one quick moment, Seth had managed to get some separation from Roman who was working him to the bone.

My brother desperately started clawing his way from the other side of the ring where Randy was, reaching out desperately reaching out, wanting to get in on this match. There was commotion coming from the audience but I was more focused on Randy. His eyes were set on me even though he was reaching out towards Seth. The look in his eye disturbed me and right when hand was within Seth's reach, as Seth prepared to tag in Randy, Randy pulled his hand away much to Seth's confusion.

When Randy backed away and my brother was desperately reaching out for Randy, talking to him as if they were buddy buddy but I could hear the audience roar in approval as we all watched Randy do the ultimate move of turning on someone. With a smug smile on his face he raised his hands above his head and gave Seth two middle fingers that told Seth all he needed to know. Basically he was telling him fuck you Rollins and he absolutely loved the audience's reaction who were going insane about the Viper's turn against my brother.

Only when I looked on the Titatron did I see all the commotion coming from the announcer's desk and the audience, especially when I noticed that Roman was looking at something behind me. I turn my head and notice a guy with a black zipped up hoodie crouched beside me, a hand reaching towards my brother's briefcase. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" I shout loudly, causing the person to freeze but they grab the briefcase and starts making a break for it through the audience.

Oh hell no!

"Security!" I shoulder as I stand up and start after the person but these heels are killing me so I just kick them off and start after the guy, I'm assuming he's a dude on the blaring fact of the person's slightly hulky build, whoever he is. "Get back here with that you thief!" I shout, running as best as I can with this tight ass skirt and pantyhose I am wearing right now. It's hard running in this shit, especially if you are trying not slip and fall onto my ass right now.

The audience is cheering the guy, obviously because they can see who he or she is, but judging from the size of the person's build, the person is definitely a man.

Holy shit I need to hit the gym because I am so unfit! I think as I run up the stairs, not caring if my skirt is ripping. How do I know? I can feel the tightness around my knees and thighs lessening at a rather rapid pace which I am thankful for because I can run faster now, thank god for that.

I am actually making ground on the guy when he disappears through the top entrance and I followed him in, I knew we were out of range of the cameras. When I was close enough, I could feel my chest tightening, the oxygen level in my lungs slowly depleting. I had no choice so I dived, not caring about how I landed and tackled the guy to the ground.

He let out a grunt as we fell to the floor, the briefcase falling from his hand and sliding some distance away as we land on the floor in a heap. I react quickly and crawl unto the guy's waist when he turns over, groaning in pain as I grab the fabric his hoodie in my fist and pull him up, my fist raised and poised at the ready above my head to punch his lights out.

I freeze when his hood falls off and I see a pair of blue eyes. Not just any blue eyes, the most deep swirling pools of blue that held a warm look of amusement and adoration as they look right into my brown ones. I take a moment to take in the face of the man I once called my brother. His stringy short dirty blonde hair and when I say dirty I mean a dark dirty blonde that resembled the color of red mud mixed with desert sand that was cut unevenly stuck to his face due to the fact that it was wet from his sweat. I knew those cheek bones, that nose, that cocky smirk on his face and I most certainly knew his name.

"Dean?" I ask when my body finally comes out of shock, my body moving on its own without my brain's position lowers my fist down and loosens the grip around the hoodie and when I look down at it I realize how stupid I was when I notice the logo on the hoodie. Of course he was wearing a Shield hoodie, I was so desperate to catch him I failed to notice the logo. All Dean ever wore apart from the Shield gear was his own shirt and the hoodie made for the Shield fans even if he did have his own merchandise.

"Hey kiddo." He said, before he openly chewed on something in his mouth, obviously he had a piece of his favorite spearmint gum. I could smell that shit from a mile away, made me scrunch my nose in disgust. "Somebody's got some balls chasing after a man that twice your size." He said in his Cincinnati, Ohioan flare, the smirk never leaving his face.

His statement caused me to roll my eyes. "Fuck you Ambrose. I could kick your ass any day." I said without even thinking, as if it were like the old days.

"There's the kiddo I remembered." He said, his smirk vanishing and being replaced with a smile. "Mind letting me up kiddo. I think you fucked up my nuts or something with the way you pounced on me. Like holy fuck are you a jungle cat or some cat woman in disguise." His eyes looking at where I was on him.

I instantly blushed as I realized that I was straddling his hips and that I wasn't on his waist but I was resting on the very spot that I could feel his dear little friend right underneath me. Holy fucking shit! I thought without any self control whatsoever as I leapt off of him and dusted myself off. I couldn't meet his eyes after that statement, my face flushed from the blush that made it's way up my neck and gathered in my cheeks.

All Dean did was laugh at me causing my blush to deepen even though I looked up at him and glared at him but it just made him laugh even more. "Still the same old little virgin I remember." I bite my lip at that. He always knew from the beginning that I was still a virgin. I am twenty-three turning twenty-four and I have yet to perform any form of sexual activities with a man.

"You are an ass you know that." I state simply as I groan at the annoying tightness of the hair band that I had tied my hair up with to look more professional. "I hate this thing so much." I growl as I reach up and rip the hair band out of my hair and let it fall, sighing in relief when I felt it frame my face again. There honestly was no one around so it was alright for now. I really had always loved my hair down, it was so much better this way.

"You know, I always liked your hair down." Dean stated as he tucked his hands in his jean pockets. I smile at him, he may be an ass a lot of the time but sometimes he could be the sweetest person on earth but only those close to him saw the nice Dean. Most knew him as an asshole or better yet the lunatic fringe. Make no mistake, Dean Ambrose has a soft side but only those closest to him ever saw it.

Prime example, me, Seth and Roman were the only ones who ever saw that side of him.

"Thanks." I thank him. I honestly didn't realize how much I missed him until now. It had been so long since I had seen him, so long since I had talked to him, so long since I saw him for more than a second and actually got to look at him properly. The memories of all the attacks the Authority organised on him flashing through my mind.

"No problem kid." He said, I had so much I wanted to say to him but before I could say anything, he turned round and started walking off, "Sorry to cut the chat short but I have to get going." He said, making his way over to the golden briefcase… Fuck the gold Money in the Bank briefcase that belonged to my brother.

I moved quicker than him, rushing right past him and scooping it up before he could, turning round to face him quicker than lightning. He was shocked, frozen on the spot, surprise written all over his face. "Sorry Dean but I can't let you take this. It belongs to my brother so this is going with me." I say firmly, much to Dean's surprise.

He finally unfreezes and chuckles. Like what the hell? Why is he laughing? "Kid, you and I both know that if I want something, I get it." He said taking a step forward as I take a step back much to his amusement. "Kiddo, hand me the briefcase so I can be on my merry way." He asked politely, the smirk on his face only making me angrier. He has no idea what will happen to me if Seth finds out I let Dean take the briefcase from me.

Even if I lied about it, said I lost the guy and I had no idea who it was, Seth would blame me and then shit would get really bad. I was actually terrified of what my brother might do to me if he found out I let Dean go with the briefcase or lost the briefcase. He would see through my lie and then I would pay for it. If Dean thinks he's taking this briefcase, he has another thing coming. We were family once but Seth is who I chose in the end, I had to follow through on that choice even if I hadn't wanted the choice in the beginning.

"Sorry Dean but I can't do that." I said firmly, holding the briefcase tightly against my chest. My refusal seemed to surprise Dean. Did he honestly think that I would help him when he sent me over to my brother? He put me in this position, in this hellhole situation I am in now and I hated him for it.

"Kiddo, we're still family." He said softly, trying to manipulate me.

"If we were family, you wouldn't have forced me to join Seth, Dean." I growled out, my emotions and anger finally coming out for the first time in months.

"Kiddo, we didn't want to come between you and Seth. We didn't want you to have to choose." He said calmly but my glare grew as he went completely silent. What gave him the god given right to choice what I wanted to do?

The look I was giving him stopped him in his tracks. The hurt of Dean and Roman basically evicting me from their lives, all because they didn't want to come between me and my brother came rushing back but deep down I knew the real reason they sent me to him. The months of pointless wishing and hoping that they would come for me but they abandoned me and left me behind.

"What about what I wanted, Dean? Did you ever stop to think what I wanted?"

"Kiddo-"

"I have to go, Dean." I interrupted, reaching up and wiping away the stray tear that had made an appearance. I didn't even know that I had tears forming in my eyes until I felt something wet running down my face. I looked away from him and walked forward, going past him but he grabbed me by the top part of my arm near my shoulder and I instantly cried out, pain shooting through my arm.

My cry obviously shocked Dean because he instantly let go as dropped the case and automatically reached up and grabbed the area he grabbed, cursing at the pain, biting my bottom lip to try and keep the tears in. Dean didn't know what lay beneath the blazer that I wore, he didn't know about the deep purple bruise that was formed when my brother grabbed my there and shook me. He didn't know what Seth had been doing to me since he abandoned me and dropped me off with my brother.

"Kiddo, I-" he said, stunned, reaching out to touch my shoulder but I flinched and moved out of reach.

"Don't touch me." I whispered in a deep, dangerous tone, warding him off. I turned to walk away but felt a hand grab me by the blazer, holding me back. I couldn't do this. I couldn't do this. I didn't even listen to Dean, I just kicked the briefcase forward, and practically ripped open the buttons of my jacket and shrugged the blazer off, moving forward and grabbing the briefcase before I turned to Dean.

I knew where his eyes were the minute I faced him, I could feel them staring right at the matching bruises that were on the top parts of both of my arms. He couldn't see the whole bruise, just the bottom part of it, the rest lay beneath the sleeves of my blouse. I couldn't look up at him, I didn't want to. I wanted to be strong, show him I could take care of myself since they had abandoned me all those months ago.

"Don't worry Dean. I am a big girl. I've had to adapt since you and Roman threw me to the wolves." I confessed, finally getting this weight off my shoulders. "You didn't think there would be any repercussions for my acts of defiance that night." I said and Dean knew what I was referring to. The steel chair hitting me twice, both done because I was protecting him. "You may have sent me to them but I never wanted to go, and when I do something wrong, Seth is left to deal with it."

I finally looked up at him and saw the anger in his eyes. I had just confessed to Dean that Seth had inflicted harm on me, that he was abusing me, punishing me when I did something wrong or made a mistake, all because he did what the Authority wanted.

"I'm surprised you didn't see it. At Smackdown just after you made me join the Authority and Seth; I figured you would have known that I didn't get the bruises on my face from falling in the hallway. Especially that fat split lip I was sporting." I said, noticing the anger growing in his eyes. "I thought you would have seen through the lie. I was never a good liar, Dean. I thought you knew that, guess I was wrong."

He looked guilty, serves him right. He should have know. If he honestly gave two shits about me, he would have known how badly I suck at lying. He would have seen right through it but he chose to believe that it was an accident, just like everyone believed every bruise or injury I had was always an accident. "Kiddo, I'm-"

"Sorry?" I finish for him, frowning deeply at that statement. "Little too late. Little fucking too late, Dean. You sent me to them and abandoned me. I am with the Authority now. We can't be seen together, you made that choice all on your own." I bit back viciously as I spun round and walked away, never looking back. After finally getting that off my chest, I definitely felt so much better. I breathed a sigh of relief, wiping away any remains or signs of tears that were in my eyes as I walked out the entrance and noticed a commotion in the crowd.

I couldn't see what was happening so I looked at the screen above the entrance ramp and watched in horror as Randy viciously attacked my brother with a chair shot right to his back. As much as I hated my brother for what he did to me, he was still the only family I had left and it hurt to see him getting hurt. I rushed down, gripping the briefcase in my hand, running down the stairs, not caring if I looked like shit.

I was finally on flat ground, my heart racing; I saw them right in front of me. My brother was lying helplessly on the floor as Randy stood above him, shouting things I couldn't hear. No one harms my family, even if that family is a brother who bullies me. I was a diva; the Viper was a powerful and a man with a steel chair. I was a small girl that had no way to protect herself, no weapon to defend my… wait a minute. I very well did have a weapon to defend myself with.

A gold money in the bank briefcase that belonged to my brother.

Gripping the handle tightly in my strong hand and holding the width of the case with my left, I raised it up as I charged straight at the Viper and drove it right into the head of the monster that plagued my nightmares.

It stunned him, causing him to drop the steel chair and I saw my opportunity and I dropped the case and grabbed the chair and stood protectively in front of my brother. Randy turned round and glared at me with a glare so powerful that if looks could kill I would be dying a torturous death a thousand times over. "Bad move girlie." He hissed in a deep angry breath.

"I won't let you hurt him Randy." I spoke bravely even though I was staring into the demonic haunting eyes of a nightmare I was living in real life. I held the chair in front of me as a way of warning him to stay back. I may have been terrified right now but I was tired of being bullied by him. He thought that it was fun to treat me like shit and scare me to death, not anymore.

"Give me the chair and let me finish what I need to finish." He growled extended his hand out to take the chair from me, as if he thought I was going to give it to him.

I laughed. I laughed right in his face as I said, "Not a chance in Hell, Randy. I'd much rather get a chair shoved up my ass than give you the chair." I say firmly, only angering him even further.

He shot forward tried to grab me, I squeaked in shock, surprisingly able to duck in time before he was able to grab me, still standing protectively over my brother. Randy looked ready to have a nuclear meltdown before he exploded into a fit of pure rage and destruction. His glare was so intense it made me flinch but I held my ground. "You are testing my patience girl." He spoke in a deep, chill creating voice that made my heart start racing even faster, "You have one last chance to give me the chair. I can make him pay for what he's done to you."

My eyes widened. He knew. How did he know?

"I watched from the shadows Veronica." He said in a surprisingly soft tone. "Took a lot of will power not to break his pretty little face with my fist." I was honestly surprised at this confession or statement he was making. I didn't know what to do, whether I should believe him or not.

"Why would you want to protect me? You hate me, Randy." I bit back, surprising myself that I was actually considering this.

"That may be true but you and I have something in common. We both have been nearly ruined by him. The enemy of my enemy is my friend." He said softly, I didn't know what to think, "I saw the first time he hit you Veronica. I may be a monster of your eyes but at least I can treat a woman with respect. Let me make him pay for what he's done. Let me give him the payback he deserves for what he's done to both you and I. All you have to do is give me the chair." His hand was out again and for the first time I was tempted to hand him the chair and let him decimate my brother into a broken bloody mess.

I wanted Seth to pay.

I didn't deserve what he had done to me.

This was my chance to get away, to finally be free of the criticism of the WWE, to be free of the cruelty and law of the Authority but Seth is my brother. He still cares about me. I'm his sister, he apologizes every time he hurts me, and he still cares even if he is an asshole. He's the only family I have left since Dean and Roman abandoned me. But that was more Dean than Roman. Roman just agreed, Dean made me go and that's why I hated him so much.

When Dean abandoned me, dropped me off at the Authority's feet and left me behind and never looked back, Seth was the only family I had left, the only real family I had left. Seth was my blood brother. No matter how much I wanted to hurt him, I still loved him. Randy was trying to manipulate me, coax to my deepest desires in order to get what he wanted and I can promise you, there is no way he is getting this chair.

I looked up and glared at him, my expression turning hard as I shook my head and tightened my grip on the chair as I shook my head. "No. you are not getting this chair. Not unless it's over my dead body." I growled at him, raising the chair behind me in a threatening manner, to show him I meant business. I was not messing around right now; the only way he was getting this chair is if I were lying dead on the floor.

"That can be arranged." He spoke in a menacing tone before he lunged at me.

I couldn't react in time because by the time I started swinging the chair, he was already in front of me, his hands on my arms, more specifically right on my bruises. Pain shot right through me, a cry escaping my lips as he gripped me with such strength that I could almost feel the color of the bruise darkening. The chair remained on the floor as Randy held me by my arms, tears streaming down my face as jolts of pain shot through me as the pain only grew more intense. His grip was so tight I could feel his nails digging into my flesh through the fabric of my blouse.

And I thought the first time Seth gripped me like this hurt, this so much more as the Viper's hot breath blew against my face, a sinister and dark look in his eyes passed, his facial expression reminded me of Dean's only Randy looked like the lunatic fringe and the Joker combined. "You are going to pay for getting in my way again you piece of trash."

His hands went up to my throat in an instant, the grip instantly squashing the walls of my esophagus shut. I couldn't breathe. I reached up and clawed at his hands, the pain of his nails digging into my flesh, breaking my skin. I could feel the blood starting to run down my neck. I wasn't even standing anymore; he had lifted me up by my neck without breaking a sweat. My vision was starting to be graced by dark spots, I couldn't even speak.

My body was slowly shutting down, I couldn't fight back. It was coming back to haunt me forever. This is how life was going to end; this is how I was going to die. In the hands of the Viper, the crazed man who had hated me from day one. He was enjoying my suffering; I could see his tough slithering out his mouth and licking his lips. He was a true monster like I knew he was.

I couldn't hold on anymore, my head rolled to the side as my mouth hung open, saliva running from the corner of my mouth as my hands fell to my sides. My eyes slowly closing, this was it. Good bye world…

Suddenly I felt my body falling, I felt my body land flat against the ground, and then I felt it. Air. I breathed in the cold air greedily, and oxygen and air filled my lungs, holy shit I could breathe again. I reached up and touched my tender throat as I coughed, finally having air filling my lungs, it was like heaven right now. It took my vision some time to refocus, there will still black spots dancing in my vision but I could somewhat see. The ringing in my ear that started when I landed on the floor was still there but not as loud as before so I could hear the commotion that was going on.

The images were blurred of the people that were moving around in front of me so it took a moment to start to clear up but what shocked me is what I saw in front of me. Randy was on the floor, growling and hissing in pain as his back was assaulted by the very steel chair used on my brother but I wasn't shocked by that. I was more encased in shock when I saw who was there.

I recognized the tall long black haired man that was the powerhouse of the shield, his hands clenched tightly around the legs of the chair as he decimated Randy's back with it, vengeance in his eyes.

I had always known that Roman could be protective, he was more like a father than a brother, keeping a watchful eye over me. I hated him for agreeing with Dean to give me up to my brother. It hurt because it made me feel unwanted but he was the only one that had shown any signs of regret for his choice. Even when I was with the enemy he still looked at me with love and adoration.

Dean sending me there oddly hurt more, he and I had a close bond, he was always there for me, and he didn't even attempt to show any signs of the care he once had for me. He had been in so many matches with my brother, and I had been present at all. He never looked at me. It made my heart die that I didn't matter to him anymore and a part of me wished that it was him here saving me and not Roman.

The small black spots in my eyes grew bigger, my vision blurring once again as the effects of the adrenaline faded and my body slowly shut itself down. I only just barely registered someone picking me up bridal style. The person was gentle and careful with me, the person handling me with the uttermost care, as if I were a fragile cracked vase that would shatter into dust any second.

I could barely see the person's, it was just a blur, slowly my eye lids growing heavier, my body so weak I couldn't feel the obvious swaying of my body as the man jogged up the stairs towards the entrance I came down from when I gave Dean chase. The man finally looked down at me as I looked up at him.

My face was pressed against the man's chest, I could hear the rapid pace of his beating heart, I could see on the hoodie that was wrapped around his body was the logo of the Shield on it. I was hopeful that it was him but I knew it wasn't as the darkness claimed me but I could just hear his voice as he cooed to me, "It's alright kiddo, I gotcha."

Before the world when black, I whispered his name, my voice a breathless whisper of hope and dreams, "Dean…" and the last of the world surrounding me disappeared in a flash of black.

KDOH: Hello everyone. I cannot believe the response I got for the first chapter. 18 favourites, 24 follows and 7 reviews. You guys rock. Thank you for the support, hope you liked the second chapter. Sorry for it being late but i decided I will be posting every two weeks on a Tuesday. See you all in two weeks.