"Lyds!" Kennedy finished placing the five beers on a tray, signaling Lydia to serve them to her high top.

"Thanks, I need another tray, three Coors, a long island, and four shots of Bacardi."

"They better throw up outside." Kennedy sighed, Lydia laughed and walked away to continue serving.

"Behind you." Kennedy stopped moving, pressing against the bar to let Dean by. "I need two margaritas."

Kennedy nodded, starting the drinks. Saturday night was always busy, tonight was heavier due to some kids birthday, and there was no room to argue. A bit surprising was how easy Dean and her worked together, especially since there was a bit of pressure with the high demand of patrons.

"Hey! I've been standing here for like five minutes!" She looked up, eyebrow arched as the younger gentleman yelled at her. "I just want a goddamn beer."

"Well, you're gonna have to wait another minute for a goddamn beer. It's a full house, man, bear with us." Kennedy finished shaking the mixer, prepping the glasses.

"Bitch."

"Call her that again, and it'll be a knock out, on the house." Dean snapped, smiling widely at the guy as Kennedy placed the glasses in front of him.

"I can't wait for this shift to be over." She groaned, topping a tray as Lydia came back over.

"Someone just walked in looking for Dean, and I'm not gonna lie; he looks like a mess and a tad bit of trouble." Lydia nodded over to where a gentleman stood off by the main door.

"Jesus." Kennedy wiped her hands on the towel at her waist and walked out from behind the bar. "It's too busy for this shit. Take care of your tables, I'll handle him."

"Kenz..."

"Dean's at a full bar, I can't have him step away and get into a fight."

Kennedy walked over, the man looking her over like a piece of meat and she felt her hands ball into fists. He was only a little taller then her, bright blonde hair matted down as if he hadn't showered in days, his close were torn and messy and she knew he was a user.

"What can I help you with?"

"I'm here to talk to Ambrose." The guy sniffed, looking over her shoulder to the bar.

"Well, you're stuck with me. He's busy. Now, what can I help you with?" Kennedy crossed her arms, dead panning the guy.

"Ah...gotchya, boss mans got you fronting for him." He laughed, Kennedy couldn't believe this guy was laughing at her.

"He ain't the boss over here, I am." Kennedy snapped, getting annoyed and needing to get back to the bar.

"You're the boss? Oh, this is priceless. Never knew Ambrose to let his ladies take the reigns on anything." The guy laughed, again, standing up straight and reaching forward to brush her hair out of her face.

Kennedy reacted quickly, and violently, grabbing his wrist before his hand could travel along her jaw, twisting his arm and slamming his face against the wall; holding his arm pinned against his back. "You've got a lot of nerve touching someone you don't even know. And Dean doesn't 'let' me do anything, this is my establishment and you are no longer welcome."

"Alright, alright!" She pulled him away from the wall, still keeping his arm pinned to his back, and shoved him towards the door. "It's noted who you are, sweet cheeks."

"You better move quick, asshole, before I knock your teeth out." The guy turned, leaving, and rubbing at his shoulder.

She walked back over to the bar, ignoring the few stares she was receiving and began taking orders again. She didn't bother to look up to Dean, she could feel his gaze on her and wanted to avoid a confrontation.

"I'm gonna head out, Kena, that cool?" Lydia walked over, smiling tiredly.

"Yeah, sure, thanks again Lyds, I'll see you later?" Kennedy asked, looking over to see all the tables cleaned and chairs flipped on top of them.

"Actually, Roman asked to take me out for a late, late, dinner." She smiled and her cheeks tinted pink.

"No shit! Go, go, see you tomorrow for the details?"

"You know it, I'll see you tomorrow for certain." Lydia hugged her goodbye, grabbed her bag, and headed out.

Kennedy continued cleaning up the bar, topping bottles, gathering trash and wiping down the bar top while Dean swept and mopped up the floor. She wanted to ask about the guy from earlier, who he was and why people were showing up for him all of a sudden. Was this going to become a regular issue? She sighed, running a hand through her hair and tossing the trash off to the side so she could dump it when they left.

"All set." Dean came out from the back, coats and her bag in hand. "Ready?"

"Yeah, everything's closed up." Kennedy walked over, taking her burgundy leather jacket from Deans outstretched hand and slipping into it. "So... Who was the guy who came looking for you earlier, I know you saw me boot him out."

Dean stayed quiet, zipping his own black leather jacket up. "He's part of some rival crew. Knew him before I took over the ring. You shoulda had me deal with him."

"You were busy, and I had a feeling it would've ended worse then that if you went talking to him." She shrugged, grabbing her keys and following him out the front door, locking it up. "Any clue what it was about."

"His boss owes me money, and they're trying to weasel out of paying up." Kennedy nodded, dropping her keys in her purse and grabbing the other set to her apartment.

"Things aren't gonna get complicated, are they?" She looked up at him, crossing her arms against the slight chill.

Dean stared at her quietly for a moment, shrugging and looking away from her. "I hope not."

Kennedy's head tilted slightly, his tone seemed like he was answering a different question but she left it alone, feeling worried. "Well, you won't be dealing with it alone if it does."

"Right, let's get going." He nodded towards the alley that lead to the back side of the building where the entrance to her apartment was.

"I'm all set, you don't have to walk me." She chuckled, chivalry wasn't in his nature, even if they were being kind to one another.

"Yeah I do." She realized he wasn't looking at her and she looked over her shoulder to see the guy from earlier leaning against a black car, Kennedy looked back to Dean and his jaw was clenched... Clearly unhappy. "Let's go, princess."

"Dean..."

He didn't answer her, just threw his arm over her shoulder and started walking towards the back. Kennedy looked back, over his arm to see the guy sliding into his car with a smirk.

Kennedy woke up the next morning with a sore body, she sat up and let her legs hang over the side of the bed, stretching and hearing a few pops echo around her room. She grabbed her phone, scrolling through the notifications, Facebook was pointless likes and posts, Twitter, and finally she opened up Snapchat. There were three from Seth, all him out at some other bar getting drunk and she laughed to herself, knowing her brother to be a bit reckless and replied with a goofy face and her middle finger up. She had two from Lydia and she opened them only to let out a snort. The first one was her in bed, a shirtless, drooling, Roman laying next to her 'Whoopsy. Old habits die hard?'. The second was a video of her feet walking. "Better be awake... wake up!"

Kennedy laughed, dropping her phone back on her side table, and stood, needing coffee. She walked out of her room, yawning and scratching at the back of her head.

"Nice outfit." She let out a yell, whipping around with her hand to her chest as Dean sat on the couch, smirking at her.

"Son of a bitch! You scared the shit out of me!" Kennedy snapped, her cheeks heating up, she was in her boy shorts and a blue tank top.

"Yeah, I figured that when you yelped." His raspy voice held a chuckle in it and Kennedy averted her gaze from trailing over his bare chest.

"Why are you still here?" She turned back, going into the kitchen and pulling out two cups and hitting the on button on the coffee maker.

"That car didn't move." He stood following after her. "Went to leave and saw it still out there, didn't feel right leaving you by yourself."

"You're being super nice, Dean, I'm worried you've been body snatched."

"It's still early, princess, you haven't pissed me off yet."

"Days just beginning." She smirked, pouring the coffee into the mugs. "Sugars in the Batman jar, milk and creams in the fridge."

"Thanks." He reached around her, opening the fridge door and grabbing the creamer, his body too close to her and once again throwing her off.

"No problem." She cleared her throat, grabbing a spoon and quickly fixing her coffee and walking away. "I have to clothes."

Dean chuckled, not bothering to respond. She closed her bedroom door, placing her coffee down and grabbing a change of clothes, underwear and a bra. She got changed, pulling on her ripped up black jeans as her door busted open and immediately closed.

"Shirtless Ambrose drinking coffee in our kitchen?" Lydia looked at her wide eyed and smiling, like she just stumbled into the best secret ever.

"Oh, of course you can come in, wasn't getting changed or anything." Kennedy rolled her eyes with a laugh, pulling her fitted black scoop neck down over her head.

"Jeans and a bra, you're fine, I've seen you in a bikini. Now spill."

"Literally nothing to spill, breakfast?"

"You mean coffee and talking? Yes." Lydia turned opening the door and leaving, Kennedy pulled her boots on, ruffled her hands through her hair to get it slightly in order, and walked out after her best friend. "So, you two have a good night?"

"Not as much fun as you, I'm guessing." Dean responded, tapping the side of his neck with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

"Shut the hell up." Lydia smacked her hand over her neck. "Son of a bitch is gonna get it."

"Pretty sure he got it last night." Kennedy muttered, laughing and grabbing her jacket off the couch. "Okay, we're going out so..."

"I gotta open the ring anyways. Seth called, said he'll take your shift today so you can have the day off."

"I meant to call him back."

"Well he feels like crap, the whole drinking after a head wound, so he'll probably be sleeping for another hour or two."

"He thinks he's superman, I swear." Kennedy sighed, grabbing her phone from her back pocket and quickly texting her brother back. "See you later Dean, I'll come by tomorrow or something to take care of the new equipment orders."

"Sounds good." He grabbed his jacket and left, Lydia staring at her with a sly expression.

"You two are getting along."

"We hadn't had a chance to piss each other off." She responded, shrugging and following Lydia out the door before turning and locking it.

"He never crashes here, he always goes home, even when he shouldn't drive. And he's been like... Strangely nice to you."

"That guy I kicked outta the bar last night stuck around after hours... Guess Dean was concerned."

"Oh... Wow." Lydia let out a low whistle as they walked towards the coffee shop.

Their street was littered in little convenient shops, liquor stores, a new restaurant, and their bar, with random shops in between. The next block was a rundown building and a neighborhood that was common knowledge of being a bad area. The coffee shop was only a block away, a nice walk that gave the two women time to talk without anyone around to hear them.

"So... Roman again?" Kennedy looked to Lydia, her long hair hanging to shield her face a bit. "Thought you said that road turned into a donotenter?"

"It's complicated." She shrugged, tucking her hair behind her ear. "He's just... He's Roman!"

Kennedy laughed, linking her arm through Lydia's. "He's a good guy, my best friend... But you two have done this two times already."

"I know. I guess we'll see how it works out... Third times a charm?" Lydia sighed, opening the door of the coffee shop as they finally arrived.

"I think you guys are great together, when you're not fighting." Kennedy stepped up, ordering their coffees before turning around so they could get a seat.

"I could say the same thing about you and Dean." Kennedy choked on her sip, looking to her friend with a wide eyed stare.

"What?"

"Seriously, you can't be that oblivious, Kennedy." She just stared, waiting for the explanation. "You two argue and start shit for no reason but you're both fully invested in each others literal business, he helps with the bar and you take care of the rings books. You clearly never see him keep tabs on you, not creepily either, but like making sure people aren't bothering you, or when someone says something he's there to stick up for you. And I've caught him giving you the once over before."

"Lydia, I love you, but Dean and I are just business partners and sometimes friends... So stop playing cupid. He's a lunatic half the time and we'd be a time bomb waiting to explode." Kennedy laughed, shaking her head, it was a crazy idea, her and Dean.

"Whatever you say, Kena."