I was annoyed the guys still decided to lock me in the room while they left for the show. My only guess is they didn't completely think I wouldn't make a break for it yet. And it would be a lie to say if I had the opportunity it wouldn't have crossed my mind. However, before they left they made sure I had plenty of food and a tv to keep me entertained. And also so I could watch what they did that night. A smile was definitely on my face when they beat down Antonio. After they were done I knew they did have faith and me, and it wasn't an act. You'd think that would give me confidence, but it only scared me more. They had so much faith, and if I failed it could ruin everything they had built. The stress of that made me exhausted, and I dozed off after the show went off the air. They were in a loud good mood when they got back, they woke me up which shouldn't have really shocked me.

"Nat says hello," Dean said as they came into the room. I can only imagine the look I gave him. Confused, shocked, and not quite awake. "She's got guts and is in on our little secret. She believes in you too and says if you have to jump her ass to make a point go for it, just so you know." He explained everything and grabbed his bag excusing himself for a shower in the bathroom attached to my "jail" while the others were on the phone with their significant others.

He walked out a short time later thankfully in sweat pants, shirtless, and drying his hair with a towel. I didn't want to but couldn't help but stare. His hair was messy and the moisture on his chest put strange thoughts in my mind.

"Like what you see?" he got out before tossing the towel at me, "Yea, you want me." He then went to get something out of his bag.

"Dean, you are such a douche bag" He turned looking at me. "And you think I care?" he laughed. I could only groan. He continued doing his own thing, and seeing what food I had left.

"How did I let you talk me into this? You have that fucking gift. You can talk me into anything." Well that got his attention.

"Really? Anything," he said with a sly grin. I responded by throwing a pillow at his head. Sadly my aim was way off and I completely missed. "Come on, you gotta get used to me being closer to you. Remember, that's you out when you "fail". You are so helplessly in love with me that you can't keep your hands off me." He laughed and grabbed a piece of fruit. His air quotes pissed me off a little bit, possibly more than his words. I looked around for another pillow to throw but was out. He sat down next to me and threw his arm over my shoulder. I tried to move away but he gripped down a little. "You might actually have to kiss me, how does that make you feel?" Fuck he was right. We needed this as believable as possible so when I become unbrainwashed people believed it. That could be awkward with how close we were. I groaned again and leaned forward. He just laughed and rubbed my back.

"Can I get drunk before we worry about that?" I asked.

"Now you are speaking my language," he grabbed a shirt throwing it over his head, " I'll get the booze. We haven't had a nice just drinking night in years plus maybe you'll finally relax a bit. You want to play circle of death?" I shrugged whatever and he got up to go find some supplies. I hadn't played those games since hanging around all the guys with my time on the indies, but I just need a drink to relax and forget all the extra stress that was my own fault for over thinking things.

Dean came back a short time later, with the other guys. They filled me in on other things I had missed with them while they were off fighting injustice. Seth's girlfriend was supposedly so excited to come and help with the makeover, and I was told to prepare myself for a shock. She supposedly had a lot of ideas that would make me feel like a brand new person.

"I guess I get my own bullet proof vest?" I questioned as Roman shuffled the cards and made the circle. When they said nothing, I knew something was weird. "What?"

"We'll we have one, but um, it doesn't quite cover as much as our do," Seth got out, "So we're not quite sure if you'll want to kill us even more or not."

"Yea," Dean laughed, "You'll look like a normal diva."

"So it's whore-ish?" I asked already feeling a buzz. Someone coughed on their drink, "As long as I'm semi covered, I'll debate making it work. We'll talk about it later, now I want to play and not worry about shit."

And they let it go, obviously happy I was relaxing. However, because they had had a long day, our game didn't last as long as I would prefer. We discussed a few things about what they were planning and videos that we would shoot to introduce me, but most was just bonding and laugh. Seth and Roman left after what felt like only an hour, stumbling back to wherever their rooms were leaving just me and Dean.

"So when did you start waxing the chest?" I teased taking another zip of my drink.

"Uh oh, I have the flirty Sammy," he teased, "I haven't seen that since, god I don't know when. I just remember playing cock block."

"My hero, leaving your chicks to save little old me" I told him getting up stumbling a bit, "You missed it."

"Yea, a little," he laughed, "You are such a light weight." He stood up and helped me over to the bed, "Think it's time for you to go to bed." I complained but he just lifted me up, and brought me over plopping me down, "I'll even give you a kiss goodnight."

"And that's supposed to change things?" he laughed and walked over to put away the stuff as I watched.

"You are the one who suggested that you'd be drunk, so I think right now is a good a time as any. And then you'll get your cuddle buddy, which if you ever tell anyone I'll I'll…"

"Spank me?" He froze before laughing just shaking his head.

"I'm going to ignore that." By the time he got everything cleaned up and came over I was under the covers. He took off his shirt and joined me.

"Remember, Ambrose, I'm not one of your whores. Keep your hands to yourself."

"Never crossed my mind," he said laying down, "I'll behave, a kiss and sleep." The alcohol gave me a confidence I normally didn't have. I rolled my eyes as he pulled me closer against his chest. "Now, time to make you fall in love with me," he said with a laugh. His hand went to the back of my head pulling my mouth to his. I let my eyes close as he gently kissed me. It was a soft and sweet. I felt his hand gripping my hair, as his tongue begged for entrance to my mouth which I quickly gave him. I pulled him closer as the kiss became deeper. Even in my haze I could see this would be fun, but I was in trouble. We eventually broke apart and just stared into each other's eyes.

"Yea, you are good at that," I teased resting my head on his chest.

"I've had a lot of practice," he laughed, "Now go to sleep. We have a lot of shooting to do tomorrow, and you'll need your energy to act like a helpless prisoner."

He might've kept talking, but I didn't know. Sometime around them, I gave into a drunk slumber. He was probably right, I was going to need it. But at least for the moment I felt safe in his arms, and for the first time in even before they grabbed…I mean recruited me…relaxed.