When Dean, Roman and Seth finally surfaced next day, Barbie was nowhere to be found. Her boots weren't where she had thrown them on the floor the night before so it didn't take much to figure out she had gone out.

"What happened last night?" Roman asked.
"Nothing," Dean lied.
"We came home and found her asleep on the couch. What happened to you two always sharing a bed?" Seth asked.
"I said nothing!" Dean snapped.
"What the fuck, dude?" Seth snapped back. "You did a weird ass number on Zachariah last night, fucking dragged Barbie out of there as if she was about to do a mass shooting and then she's on the couch. Don't give me that nothing bullshit."

Dean sighed and sat down on the nearest chair.

"She drugged his drink," he said.
"What?" Roman asked in disbelief.
"Apparently she doesn't have a job. She drugs rich men and robs them," Dean said. "She didn't know Zac or that he works for the company."
"Is that supposed to be an excuse?" Roman asked.
"No, it's not," Dean ran a hand over his head. "Look, I told her I'll pay for everything from now on. I didn't know Bronson's suicide had led her down such a dark path."
"Wow, back up. Suicide? And who's Bronson?" Seth asked.
"Her little brother. He hung himself two years ago," Dean answered.
"That's fucked up," Seth said.

Dean let out a sad, little chuckle.

"Oh, it get worse," he said. "She drilled me about not taking her with me in the early days of my career and I told her I was afraid she would hold me down. Then I kissed her and told her to sleep on the couch."
"I did not catch half of that," Roman said. "You kissed her?"
"And I lied to her. I knew she would never hold me back. It was never about that," Dean said.
"What was it about then?" Roman asked.
"It would hurt too much to always have her around. She's my friend, you know. I can't be the man she deserves in her life," Dean answered. "Last night when we kissed, I wanted nothing more than to tear her clothes off and..."

He stopped talking as the door opened. She entered with a bag in her hand.

"You finally rose from the dead," she said.
"What did you get?" Seth pointed at the bag in her hand.
"Beauty products," she shrugged. "Girly shit."
"Can we see?" He continued.
"Later," she winked secretly.
"Uh, am I getting a private show?" He stuck out his tongue.
"Dude!" Roman elbowed Seth in the side.
"You all are," she said. "When you pick me up after the show."

She walked over to the couch, sat down and turned on the television. Dean watched her with a little smile. She was her usual self. She had forgiven him for his fuck up the night before. They were gonna put a lid on it and never talk about it again. Just like with everything else he had done in the past that had pissed her off.

"I'm sure we can get a ticket for tonight. It's just a house show. They rarely sell out completely," he said.
"Not interested," she said. "I got other plans."
"Like what?" He asked.
"Like getting myself real pretty and shit," she chuckled.
"You're pretty enough already," he said.

All three guys stared in shock later that evening when they returned. Gone was the blonde hair. Instead her hair was now bright pink.

"What the fuck?" Seth laughed. "Why?"
"Do you ever feel like you're at a point in your life where you're trying so hard to be an adult but you constantly miss your younger self?" She asked.
"All the time," Roman answered.
"I miss crazy me," she pointed at her hair. "So I brought her back out."
"Let's just drive out," Dean said.
"And go partying!" She grinned.
"I think we're gonna skip tonight," he said.
"We? Oh no, you can skip all you want. I'm gonna go shake my pink tresses," she said.

Of course Dean didn't skip out on going out once they arrived. Something felt wrong inside him and he felt like he needed to keep an eye on her. Not because of what had happened the night before. He was pretty sure they had reached an understanding in that matter. But because of her suddenly dyeing her hair after their shared kiss.

"Don't you think you should slow down?" Roman chuckled as she slammed down another vodka shot.
"Give me one good reason," she said.
"Someone has to carry you home if you continue," he said.
"That someone isn't you," she said.
"Whatever," he leaned back with a smile. "As long as you're still capable of standing, I'm good."

She winked at him and slammed down another shot. Soon she was through the round of five shots she had picked up ten minutes earlier. Just as she put the glass down, Dean came back from his visit to the bathroom.

"Damn, Barbie, slow down," he laughed. "How many are you up to now? 15? 20?"
"Taking a break," she stood up. "I'll be right back. I just need some air."

She walked outside and leaned up against the brick wall. No matter how much vodka she poured down her throat, it didn't get any easier. Her eyes landed on Randy Orton who was walking on the other side of the street. He walked into another bar and without thinking, she crossed the street and walked in as well. She found him quickly at a table down in the corner, walked down to him and sat down uninvited.

"Seat's taken," he said without looking up.
"Bullshit!" She laughed.

He looked up and it took a second to recognize her with the pink hair.

"You're Dean's girl," he said. "Barbie, right?"
"You got my name right but I'm sure as hell not his girl. I'm no one's girl," she said.
"Did he piss you off?" He laughed. "He talks about you in the locker room as if you're spoken for."
"I'm not," she leaned forward. "I'm free as a bird."

He licked his lips and nodded. It had been a few dry weeks for his dick and she wasn't ugly. Far from.

"You wanna take a ride with me?" He asked.
"Depends," she twisted a little smile. "What you're offering."
"The night of your life," he said.
"Doubtful," she laughed. "But I'll bite. Show me what you got, viper."

The phone wouldn't stop ringing. She had tried to ignore it but it kept on going. She finally opened her eyes and looked at Dean's name flashing across her screen. She pressed the green button and put the phone to her ear.

"I'm on my way," she said.

She hung up before he could respond. She got out of bed and picked her clothes up from the floor. Once she was fully dressed, she turned around to see Randy sitting up against the headboard watching her.

"So I blacked out a bit last night but I'm pretty sure we had sex. Tell me you wore a condom," she said.
"I did. You went on and on about not being on the pill," he said.
"That always works," she mumbled.
"What did you just say? Are you accusing me of having an STD?" He asked.
"No, but pills aren't 100% sure and I'm not up for having a viper baby," she lied.

There was no way she was telling him that the idea of having his cum inside her disgusted her. She looked in the mirror and combed her fingers through her hair. She was a mess no matter what.

"This was fun and all but..." He started.
"Don't even try," she held a hand up and laughed. "I'm leaving. I'm not interested in you so save the excuses for the next pretty girl."

To no surprise she was met by an angry Dean standing on the floor with his arms crossed.

"Where the fuck have you been all night? I've been calling and calling," he said.
"I was with Randy," she said.
"With Randy? What the fuck did you do with him?" He shouted.
"You just answered that yourself with that one word," she pointed a finger in the air and smiled. "Fuck."
"Barbie, what the hell?" He shouted.
"I need a shower. His stench is still on me," she said.

She walked past him but he grabbed her wrist.

"What the hell were you thinking?" He asked.
"I was thinking I wanted to share a bed with a man who actually wanted to touch me!" She shouted. "Now if you'll excuse me, mister moral warrior, I want a fucking shower! And then I'll leave if that's what you want me to!"

She stared him down, clearly wanting an answer right on the spot.

"No!" He threw up his hands. "You said two weeks so we're moving on as planned. You're going home with me after RAW. I promised to show you Vegas."
"Fine," she said.
"Just don't fuck anymore of my co-workers," he said.
"I can't make any promises," she said.
"Barbie!" He snapped.
"Fine, I won't," she rolled her eyes and moved towards the bathroom. "At least not in this round."
"Not ever!" He shouted after her.

The only response he got was the bathroom door closing. Roman finally dared stepping closer to Dean. He had been in the room all the time but he knew better than to interfere in the little shouting contest.

"Randy?" Dean looked hopeless. "Why?"
"I don't know," Roman said. "But I do know that it's none of your business. You told her you didn't want her so she's free to be with whoever she chooses."
"She's punishing me," Dean said.
"Maybe she is but it's still on you," Roman grabbed Dean's shoulder. "Unless you fucking man up and tell her otherwise."
"No!" Dean snapped.
"Then you're gonna lose her. Not to Randy and maybe not to the next guy either but one day she won't be there anymore," Roman said.
"She was never supposed to be here for this long," Dean said.
"But she is. She stayed around you because she wanted to," Roman said. "You're the one pushing her away."