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This chapter is a lot longer than the others, I hope it isn't too much to take in in one go.

Everything in italics is a flashback. I imagined whilst writing the flashback Rob Zombie playing loudly specifically the song Sick Bubblegum.

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'I breathe you in again just to feel you
underneath my skin, holding on to
The sweet escape is always laced with a familiar taste of poison'

Familiar taste of poison- Halestorm

Sammy gripped her mug of coffee tightly within her hands, enjoying the warmth the steaming cup gave her. Sipping at strong beverage she glanced up to find her brother about to lean down and give her gentle peck on the cheek. Smiling up at him she said, "Morning," with a yawn.

"You look like you had a late night," he commented sitting at the table and pulling a menu from the rack as his other half Brie sat beside Sammy quickly followed by her twin Nikki.

"I couldn't sleep," she admitted smiling at Brie. "Hey Brie." She yawned again as the dark haired twins smiled at her identically. Taking another swig of her coffee she leaned over placing her blonde haired head on her brothers shoulder. "Sooo what's are we doing today, Dannyboy?" she smiled innocently up at him.

He laughed deeply before scratching his beard absent minded before replying. "I've got a meet and greet thing at eleven, then some press interviews after that," Sammy's face dropped and she sat up straighter. "Then a meeting with the hierarchy of the WWE after that."

"Dude!" Sammy almost yelled. "I barely saw you yesterday and I'm going home tomorrow morning! Come onnn," she whined grabbing his muscled arm. "Blow them off, and let's go Christmas present shopping! I've got my eye on these amazing boots that I'm pretty sure you'd love to buy for me-"

Daniel interrupted her. "I can't Sam." Pouting Sammy sat back swigging on her coffee deeply. "We'll go out for dinner tonight, I promise."

Smiling weakly at her brother she just nodded silently as the waiter came over to take everyone's orders. It never failed to amaze her how much her brother ate, or any other male wrestlers for that matter.

"Just another coffee for me please," she said to the waiter as she watched Daniel's eyes narrow in on someone behind her.

Turning in her seat to follow her brother's gaze she saw Seth, Roman and Dean entering the hotel restaurant. Their signature miserable faces stared around the room before they began to walk towards an empty table. Sammy quickly turned back in her seat, annoyed to see the twins looking at her with pity in their eyes.

Daniel put his hand on Sammy's small hand for the smallest of seconds. "Just ignore him," he said to her.

Brie jumped in wanting to do some sort of damage control, Sammy guessed. "Hey, why don't you come shopping with us today? We're filming Total Diva's but I'm sure it'll be fine."

Although she appreciated the offer, she didn't know what would be worst. Spending time with his brother's fiancée, who she barely knew, or being caught in the background of their stupid show.

Sammy's smile suddenly dropped and Daniel's eyes instantly went hard as Dean cockily skulked behind Sam, running his calloused hand over the back of her neck and across her shoulder as he passed.

Sammy didn't need to be looking to know that it was Dean's chilly touch, and she could guarantee he'd be smirking cockily down at her.

It was such a simple movement, an intimate gesture, probably done for all the wrong reasons.

As soon as his hand dropped she saw through the corner of her silvery eye Dean and his friends make his way over to an empty table, each picking up a menu as soon as they sat down.

Daniel stood up abruptly. "I'll go talk-"

"Don't," Sammy pleaded, pulling Daniel's arm down so that he'd sit back down. "Please."

Sammy knew he was just being an asshole because she'd closed the door in his face the night before.

Watching as her brother sat down slowly, his eyes never leaving The Shield's table, Sammy turned to the twins.

"So who's hot and single around here?" Sammy asked quickly, both the twins giggled childishly. Daniel stayed silent.

Listening intently to the twin's reel off a list of names that meant nothing to her Sammy tried her hardest to keep her gaze on the twin's faces and not let them wonder across the room.

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Dean had expected something a lot more dingy, maybe for it to be in the back of a strip club or in a random field or something. He did not expect it to be in a comedy club.

Maybe it was going to be fucking hysterical; he hoped so.

He'd taken the flyer with him when he'd left Sammy's motel room, but he hadn't really given it anymore thought. That was until he'd hit the gym before that evening's show only to have some douche with shoulder length dreads shove a fresh flyer into his hand before he'd left.

So Sammy was in the same city as he was not a month after he'd failed to fuck her, he thought, someone really wanted him to hit that.

It hadn't taken him much convincing to get a few of his fellow wrestlers to head out to the comedy club after their show.

He wasn't surprised to be slapped on the back by guy's who'd been at his show earlier in the night. Who knew wrestling and sluts went together so well? He thought sarcastically to himself.

The majority of the crowd were males of all different breeds and creeds, from men in shirts and ties, to acne covered teenage boys who'd obviously just turned eighteen and had never seen a real pair of tits in their lives. There were big biker types with grizzly beards and bandanna's wrapped around their heads to an obvious bachelor party that chanted for tits loudly, to the dysfunctional group of fucked up wrestlers that were with Dean.

Ordering a beer and a shot of whiskey from a nervous looking waiter Dean turned his sparkling blue eyes to the stage to find the big guy who'd handed him the flyer earlier that night almost waddling to the mic.

"Heyyyy," the big guy called. "First off I'd like to thank ya'll for comin' out tonight," he drawled. "We really appreciate it, and the girls really appreciate it," the crowd erupted into cheers and crude chants.

Dean glanced over to his one time partnerSami Callihan, who Dean had always called Callihan, whowas cheering wildly, and could barely being able to contain himself. Seth Rollins, who Dean had met earlier at the show looked bored. He'd openly admitted he only wanted to see if the famous Daniel Bryan's baby sister really was in a strip show. Seth had met Sam briefly once or twice before and he had never of thought that she could be a stripper.

Drawing his attention back to the stage. "We only have one rule, you do not touch the girls," the crowd began to boo wildly. "Unless," he held a finger up in the air almost silencing the crowd. "The girls put your hands on them!" The crowd began to cheer loudly again. "If you do touch them and they are not okay with it, you will be escorted from the premises, but only after the girls rip your balls off! I've been there, they are not gentle." The crowd laughed as the big guy looked to the left of the stage, obviously getting some sort of cue from someone at the side of the stage. "Right let's get on with the fuckin' show! Ya'll ready to see some girls," the crowd cheered. "Let's have some fuckin' fun."

The lighting dimmed as the long red curtain was pulled back dramatically revealing seven poles. The big guy rushed to the side of the stage the mic in his hand.

Heavy music played through the room, a metal band that Dean couldn't remember the name of.

Dean watched as two girls, one with short blonde hair, the other with flaming red hair prowled through the crowd, the blonde was dressed as a devil the redhead an angel.

As they got to the stage they rushed up the steps before launching themselves at a pole, catching themselves with a swing as they began to move seductively around the pole.

As the music continued to blast another two girls rushed through the crowd to applause, one with tight black curls who seemed to be dressed as a sailor, the other with a shock of pink hair and two full tattoo sleeves who wore a short nurse's uniform.

They too dived onto the poles as if their lives depended on.

Smiling with his tongue hanging out a little, Dean watched as the last three girls rushed out. Two with black hair, the other with long blonde hair.

Dean barely noticed what the two raven headed girls wore as they shimmied through the crowd, his eyes attached to Sammy who was waltzing through the crowd about to pass his table.

She wore a tight white shirt that her breasts seemed to be bursting out of, a tiny plaid skirt that only covered half her ass, knee high white socks and a pair of enormous black heels and blew huge bubbles with bright pink bubble gum.

Sammy strutted through the crowd smiling at the clapping crowd, brushing past Dean without even noticing him.

She carried a pencil with her which she dropped to the floor, she turned to the simpering men behind her and covered her mouth in an over exaggerated shocked expression, her eyes scanning the crowd. Finally, the silver of her eye fell on Dean, who was grinning wildly, his tongue poking out in the way it did whenever he was really amused.

She didn't acknowledge him, but Dean knew she'd seen him. She turned her back on the crowd again before bending slowly to pick up her dropped pencil, revealing a creamy curved behind, a small black thong protecting her most intimate areas from the leering eyes of the crowd. Snapping back up quickly holding her retrieved pencil, she began to skip up the steps of the stage, throwing herself onto the pole closest to Dean's table.

"Well fuck me," Seth said, his eyes molesting the girls on stage. "I'm glad I came."

They continued to watch the girls for several minutes on stage as they twirled and twisted themselves on the pole before they all slinked off poles, and began dancing seductively by seven placed chairs that had appeared in front of the pole. Dean was so entranced he hadn't even seen a couple of men put them on stage a few moments before.

The girls danced for another minute or two, grinding themselves on the conveniently placed wooden chairs. Slinking down the stage steps the girls sauntered through the crowd, grabbing random men by the arm and leading them up on stage. Sammy snaked her way through the crowd, her eyes wide and innocent, her lips red and inviting. Feeling her eyes on him Dean almost stood ready for her to take him up on a stage when she walked behind him; he felt her long nailed dainty hands on his strong shoulders before she ran them down his chest, he could feel her hot breath on his ear, dragging her fingers back up teasingly slow, Dean could feel himself getting hard, and he couldn't wait for her to take him up on stage and for her to feel what she'd done to him as she grinded that perfect ass into his crotch.

Her hands trailed back over his shoulders before moving over to Callihan, she took a hold on his hand and pulled him up. He looked ecstatic as she led him on stage.

Dean couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had been certain she would lead him up there.

He watched as she slowly grinded her ass into Callihan's crotch, just like Dean had thought she would do to him. She pressed her body up against him, and slinked her body up and down his. Dean's switchblade Conspiracy team mate was grinning like a wild cat.

The music continued to play heavily before all the girls ripped their tops and dresses open, their backs to the crowd so that only the lucky men on the wooden chairs could see their bodies.

The crowd cheered for them to turn around and before they did they gave one last grind, their chests pressed hard against their willing victims.

Turning around the crowd cheered even louder as they began dancing sexily against each other giving the crowd and the guys in the chairs a slow show.

Finally, Dean thought, he could see where the black and grey flowery swirls tattooed on the back of her hip led. The intricate flowers swished and swirled up around her side and crawled higher over her ribs, ending under her bra.

Callihan and the rest of the lucky guys headed down from the stage, after the girls had sulked off stage. Callihan had a red lipstick mark on his cheek and turned to his two friends as he sat down. "That was fucking awesome," he took a swig of his beer. "Though she whispered something in my ear for you Dean,"

Twirling his bottle between his fingers, Dean couldn't help but smirk. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah she said," he groused. "'Tell Dean it's good to see him,' " Callihan shrugged his shoulders before he turned his eyes back to the stage.

The show continued for another half an hour without Sammy being seen at all. The red head came on stage now in a fiery red bra and thong set and began a fire eating act, she ran the flame over her bare body before swallowing it. The two raven head girls came out and performed an angle grinding routine that Dean found boring; he drank a lot during their show.

The girl with the bright pink hair came out and danced with a massive yellow snake around her neck.

Then finally when Dean thought Sammy would never reappear she appeared on stage, now wearing a purple silk bra and matching panties.

Thick ribbons of silk hung from the ceiling.

Most of the men in the club looked shocked as Sammy and two other strippers climbed the silk with ease, wrapping the silk around themselves as if they were a gift for Christmas morning.

Dean would like to unwrap them with his teeth.

They twirled and flipped in the air, holding onto the silk tightly as two big guy's wheeled on three beds of spikes which they positioned under the twirling girls in the air.

"Christ," Dean heard a man behind him mumble. He swigged at his beer thinking this was getting a lot more interesting as one of the strippers did somersaults within the air, the silk wrapped around her hands.

As the music picked up a heavy bass the three girls all positioned themselves the same in the air before they all suddenly dropped from the air, an audible gasp filled the room as they tumbled through the air the silk unwrapping them by the second before they all stopped themselves mere inches away from the spikes.

Two men rushed on and wheeled the beds of spikes out of the way so the girls could completely untangle themselves from the silk as the crowd cheered wildly. Even Dean found himself clapping lazily, feeling mildly impressed.

The crowd continued clapping as the girls left the stage.

Seth looked completely enthralled.

The two stage hands dashed on stage again covering the stage with what seemed to be a waterproof black sheet, before wheeling on the poles again.

Music filled the room again as the girls rushed on stage, three of the girls slipped onto the poles, whilst the other four, including Sammy began to dance flirtatiously against one another. Sammy ran her hands over the pink haired stripper's chest slowly before bending over in front of her; the brightly coloured haired girl ran her hands over Sammy's hips before letting them trail up her sides, over Sammy's pert breasts than back up over her ass.

Sammy smiled as though she was enjoying every second of it.

Dean didn't think he'd ever been so hard in his life.

Whilst they danced the girls undressed one another, leaving them all standing their just in their tiny thongs.

Dean watched with his tongue poking out of his mouth as the pink haired stripper massaged Sammy's pert ample breasts, and Sammy threw her head back in what seemed like pleasure.

They continued dancing to the music before the girls on the poles walked to the edge of the stage, picked up what seemed like firemen's hoses and began to shoot them into the air drenching the dancing girls.

The dancing girls opened their arms and Sammy opened her mouth to the raining liquid.

It was only when Dean noticed Sammy's blonde hair turning red he realised it was raining something that looked suspiciously like blood on them. The girls continued dancing close to each other though they were soaked and their skin was stained, two of the girls began kissing, their hands roaming over each other's bodies. Sammy fell to her knees in front of the pink haired stripper and began sliding her tongue up her bloodied calf, lapping at the blood, her tongue trailing painstakingly slow up the girl's thigh.

Then the music cut out and the curtain closed.

Dean was pretty sure he could smell semen.

"Fuck," Callihan said. "I think I just came in my pants," Seth and Dean laughed though both arranged their junk as they stood.

The big guy with dreads spoke over the mic. "Thanks for coming out guys, let's give one last round of applause for our girls!" The crowd cheered. "And for you fella's that weren't lucky enough to get a dance tonight, the girls will be in Studio 9 tomorrow night, and they'd love to see ya'll."

The club emptied quickly, the men spilling onto the street almost as quick as they'd spilled into their pants.

Dean lit a cigarette and puffed on it deeply as he said goodbye to Seth who headed off in the direction of his car.

Dean and Callihan headed around to the back of the club where they'd parked; Dean leaned on the hood of his beat up mustang as he smoked his cigarette lazily.

"Come on, man!" Callihan said.

Dean turned on his friend, his eyes almost slitted. "We're going wait here a lil' bit."

Thirty minutes and three cigarettes later, Dean was still leaning against the hood of the car watching as some of the big guys who'd brought props on stage loading them into two big black vans.

Callihan got out of the car abruptly. "Dude, this is getting fucking creepy. I want to get a fucking McDonalds, I want to jerk off in a McDonalds toilet and then I want to go to to sleep in the back of your fucking car."

Dean glared at him.

"Dude, it's my night to sleep in the back, don't break the pact dude!"

Dean sneered at his friend. "I'm telling you, if this works out you won't have to jerk off tonight."

"Whatever man, if you manage to sweet talk these girls, I get the blonde one," Callihan said.

Dean shook his head, sandy hair moving with the movement. "No man, she's mine."

"Dude, she picked me, she danced on me,"

"Whatever, tonight you get any girl," Dean stood his arms opened in front of him. "Any girl in the world, except Sammy."

"We've even got the same name, dude, I'm meant to fuck her," he said as he narrowed his eyes in on Dean, who threw him a dirty look. "I'm going for a piss," he said before skulking around a corner.

Leaning back on hood of the car Dean pulled out another smoke, but before he had a chance to take a deep pull of it, the back door of the club opened to a chorus of high pitched laughs.

Pushing himself off the car he headed over to the girls watching as Sammy began walking over to him.

Her hair was wet and pulled in a damp plait down her left side, her face was pale and void of makeup, she wore a pair of black denim shorts, a tight white vest and a leather jacket, a pair of old scuffed converse covered her feet.

"If I'd know you liked blood so much," Dean said cockily strutting towards her, his cigarette dangling from his lip. "I would've had you lick my wounds clean a long time time ago,"

She was closer now, barely a metre away from him. He'd forgotten how short she was without heels, he was betting she wouldn't even come to his shoulder blades.

She smiled widely up at him, looking completely different from earlier in the evening. With all the makeup and fake eyelashes she'd looked sexy and filthy, now she looked beautiful and innocent, almost angelic. Dean couldn't decide what he found hotter; the idea of her being an animal in bed, or the idea of him corrupting her.

"There's still time," she answered leaning forward and brushing his unruly hair out of his eyes, her finger trailing over the stitches that scarred his eyebrow.

With a cocky smirk Dean began twirling his half smoked cigarette between his fingers. "You want to get a drink?"

"I think most bars will be closed," she replied, letting her hand fall from his brow to his shoulder before falling across his muscular arm and back down beside herself.

"I know," Dean groused, his tone telling Sammy it wasn't a drink he was after.

Sammy stared at him for a few seconds taking him all in, the shaggy hair, the messed up brow, the ice cold blue eyes, the arms that seemed to bulge in all the right places and the dimples. Those fucking dimples.

"I've got a bottle of tequila in my motel room," she suggested, her eyes wide and inviting.

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Laying in bed Sammy tossed and turned, her feelings bubbling at the surface and no matter what she did or how hard she tried she couldn't control the utter annoyance she was feeling with her brother. Her brother Daniel, who had invited her out to visit him knowing it would upset her seeing Dean around, her brother who promised to spend quality time with her, her brother who was too busy making out with his stupid fiancée to even speak to her.

It's not that she wasn't happy for her brother, she was ecstatic that he'd fallen so head over heels in love, even if she was a bit of a bore.

She'd fit into the the family extremely well, Sammy didn't need to speak to her parents to know that they would approve whole heartedly.

Tossing, she punched her frustrations into her pillow as she tried to fluff it with an irritable groan.

It's not even that during dinner they gazed into each other's eyes sloppily whilst they whispered to one another, the only time really inviting her into their conversation was to tell her about some sort of wedding plan that irritated her. That was fine, she could deal with that, it's that they'd invited Shamus along for the meal too.

Brie said she was going to play cupid for Sammy.

Sammy wanted to tell her that she'd better fly away quickly before she rammed her bow and arrow up her ass.

The moment they'd decided to go into the bar for a drink Sammy disappeared saying she needed the loo only to rush to her room to pout in private.

Suddenly a loud knock rapped across the door; Sammy sat up lazily only for another knock to bang on the door.

She hoped it was her brother coming to apologise for abandoning her with a certain red-headed Irish man.

Padding across the floor, she leaned up against the peep hole to find not her brother standing there, but Dean.

Sammy watched through the hole as a crease formed between his glazed over half lidded eyes, she watched as he clenched his jaw as he banged on the door again.

"Sammy," he yelled, his voice deep and gravelly. "Open up," he slurred before banging again. "Sammy! I know you're in there, I can smell your cheap fucking perfume through the doo-"

Before he could finish his sentence Sammy ripped the door open in her temper, her eyes completely washing over Dean.

He leaned against the door frame lazily his free arm holding onto the other side, blocking Sammy in her room. His eyes were half closed and a strong smell of whiskey seeped from his pores; his sandy hair was dishevelled and he wore the dog tags Sammy had given him the night before.

"Hey," he grinned.

Sammy let out an exasperated sigh. "What do you want, Dean?"

His head drunkenly tilted to the side, his eyes staring past her into her room.

"Dean!" Sammy almost yelled, folding her arms across her chest.

Dean suddenly brushed past her, waltzed straight into her room, his eyes scanning across the bed.

"Why don't you come on in," Sammy said sarcastically as she slammed the door closed and watched as Dean stumbled over to her bathroom door creaking it open, poking his head in before turning and lazily rolling his head back so that it was leaning at the wall his glassy eyes facing the ceiling.

Watching as Dean stared at the ceiling Sammy pulled her robe tighter, her cutting eyes staring as he rolled his tongue over his lips.

"I saw you tonight," he slurred, his hand clenching and unclenching at his side. "Getting friendly with that ginger fuck."

Finally he rolled his head forward, his icy eyes falling onto Sammy as she scoffed at him.

"I saw you were getting pretty friendly with that ring rat last night," she spat back.

He smirked for a slight second before a short manic laugh escaped his sculpted lips as he pushed himself off the wall. He stalked forward slowly, forcing Sammy's back against the wall, his arms coming up slowly at either side of her head trapping her. Dean stared down at her, and Sammy was forced to breathe in the strong smell of whiskey and cigarettes coming off his breath.

Slouching down so that he was even closer he rested his forehead on the top of her blonde head; she forced her eyes to the ground knowing if she looked up their lips would within touching distance.

"You're mine," he grumbled, one of his strong hands falling into her long waves the other landing roughly on her small hip, he pushed his body against hers so that she could feel his hard stomach pressed against her, one of his Jean clad strong legs coming between the two of her own. Her face was almost pressed into his chest and she knew he was staring down at her. "And that means you don't go out for dinner with any ginger pricks, you stop fucking ignoring me and you get off that fucking pole," he growled.

Finally Sammy looked up at him, her eyes watery. Dean leant down a little closer, pressing his cheek roughly against her own, his rough stubble scratching her as he breathed in deeply his hand on her hip beginning to roughly knead her, his big hand trailing her thigh. "You're mine," he repeated in her ear slurring. "And these are mine," he mumbled his big hands coming up quickly and roughly squeezing her breasts.

Her temper finally boiling over Sammy roughly pushed him off her, he staggered backwards falling into the wall with a drunken chuckle, his tongue poking out of his mouth he stood there his arms spread wide in front of him inviting her forward.

Sammy stepped forward furious and slapped him hard across the face.

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