I think this is all starting to form a complete picture in my head. By golly, I think I got it! Thank you guys for the reviews, favs and follows. You guys rock! If I could I would hug you all. And calwitch, you may be onto something...I don't know. ;)


(I could dream of ways to see you...I could close my eyes to dream...I could fantasize about you...Tell the world what I believe...But whenever I'm not with you...It's so hard for me to see...I need to see a picture of you...A special picture just for me, yeah...So take a dirty picture for me...Take a dirty picture...Just take a dirty picture for me...Take a dirty picture...Just send the dirty picture to me..Send the dirty picture...Just send the dirty picture to me...Send the dirty picture, picture, picture, picture, picture - Dirty Picture by Taio Cruz ft. Ke$ha)

Dean let his head drop back with a thud as he sat in the cramped space, eyes fixated on his raised phone.

It had been a mere two hours since Dean had sent Miranda what was meant to be a funny text only to be left with radio silence from her.

'Take a dirty picture for me?! God what kind of idiot am I? I just left the girl hanging -albeit it for work- only to send that stupid ass text hours later?!'

Dean set his phone aside and bounced his head off the back of the cubby hole a couple of times, letting out a pathetic huff. He dared a one eyed glance in front of himself and saw Heath Slater hanging back, looking over at him warily. He looked torn between wanting to ask if he was ok, yet keep his distance. Dean raised an eyebrow and the guy turned quickly to meet up with his friends wanting nothing to do with him at all.

A side of the copper blonde's lip curled up in amusement and disgust. 'Fucking wuss…'

Some people took this job a little too seriously.

It was no surprise to Dean really, he was used to the silence, the standoffishness. Some mistook him for the character he played. Who knows, maybe he played it a little too well at times and a little past closing time.

A line of even more coworkers crossed his path and he scanned the crowd of guys, looking for a particular person. His partner for the night. When he was met with anyone but, Dean hopped up, startling a few of the younger guys into backing up a bit. He shook his head.

Kids…

They were gonna have to grow a bit of backbone, they wanted to be taken seriously around here. Can't be skittering around at every little thing.

For shits and giggles, just as Dean was coming up on the door, he narrowed his eyes at a newbie, gnashing his teeth a bit, his expression deadly and the boy yelped, jerking out of his way. He nearly tripped over himself and Dean had to bite at the inside of a cheek hard, curbing a laugh. Honestly...too easy and way too hilarious. If he didn't know any better he'd swear the kid nearly wet himself.

Where did they get these kids? Frickin Toys R Us?

With a whistle he left the room in search of Roman.

It was nearly time to exchange words with the Wyatts, possibly exchange some blows...


"Mom! Just go," Miranda urged as her mom tried twisting in her grip letting her know to allow the cleaner to soak in her tub a couple more minutes and that the casserole went in at three fifty for two hours, not a temperature higher, not a minute longer.

She laughed as her mother whined, her brother also assisting her in getting the woman out of the house. She had been here longer than anyone expected.

Once out in the hall the older woman turned to cup a side of her daughter's face and sighed. "It's just I barely get to see you," She accompanied with a lip tremble and Miranda had to refrain from rolling her eyes as she simply chuckled, looking up at her brother.

"Hey, you should hear her at home," He shrugged. "She doesn't call...she doesn't write, yada, yada, yada."

Now it was Miranda's turn to sigh. "Mom, I promise I'll call you twice a week. We'll Skype and text and do whatever else it is you'd like…but for now," She squeezed her mom in a tight hug, "It's time for you to get back to your job at the office and I need to get back to mine."

"Miranda, I swear. It's as if you don't love me anymore."

Miranda ignored her mom for a second to squeeze her brother tight. "Take care of her alright?"

His eyes crinkled in amusement. "Don't I always?"

There was a scoff. "Are you listening to me?"

"Yes mom," Miranda droned. "I need to get out more, be more active, love my supporting mother," She ticked off on her hand jokingly as her mom looked on less than enthused.

"I actually asked you about that boy you so sneakily ran off to meet with this morning." She squinted an eye. "Are you two an item? I've noticed him ogling you a time or two. That food was really a nice touch, I should thank him, what number apartment is it again," She finished looking about as if they were in the same building.

Miranda flushed. "Er...he's not here right now, he's at work, and he is not my boyfriend."

Darla, her mother, gave her a knowing smile and she felt her face glow even more. Yeah...she was gonna get grilled about that soon but watching her brother check his watch and grab at his mom and the last bag in a hurry she knew it'd be later. Miranda wanted to sigh in relief as they bid each other goodbye once more and she watched them take off down the hall and out the building safely.

It wasn't until she watched them round the building, her mom waving wildly that she allowed her mind to drift back to Dean.

Earlier she had had a momentary lapse of judgment and went over to Dean's. She saw him roaming about, his pacing worrying her as she sat in bed trying to will herself to get some more sleep. She was supposed to have returned to work today but seeing as how her doctor's note gave her until tomorrow she opted on using the last day to get herself together.

Sans family...or anyone, little did her mom know.

Dean stopped and stared at her, his gaze unwavering and she frowned before hopping out of bed. Throwing on a robe she continued to study him as she covered her night clothes, which didn't consist of much and before she could stop herself, was knocking on his door, startling the man out of his pacing and mumbling.

The door opened quickly and he looked ready to take someone's head off but faltered at seeing Miranda staring up at him.

"Uh...hey?"

"Hey! You ok? I noticed you over here about to burn a hole through your floor. What's up?"

Dean grumbled and turned moving back into his apartment. Miranda took that as an invitation to follow and closed the door behind her softly.

"Dean? What's up," She questioned, moving up to place a hand upon one of his shoulders. "Can I help?"

The copper blonde almost forgot everything as he looked at the hand on him, his whole body shifting so he could stare down at her.

'God damn, those eyes...Gonna start calling her Bambi. Has those doe eyes perfected. And look at them legs...No Dean. Snap out of it asshole. She is still recuperating...from the flu was it?'

"Dean," She tried again.

He growled, pulling away to resume pacing. "Fuckin missed my flight and waiting on these people to call me back."

Miranda frowned. Ok, so he needed a flight...what was the big deal? She looked around behind her, noticing his bags by the door and her eyes widened. Oh….OH!

"Oh my god...Dean…"

He followed her stare. "Yeah, gotta get my ass in gear or I'm getting chewed out tonight...probably worse," He gripped his phone shaking it in front of his face and she placed her hands on his, looking up at him softly.

"We can fix this. Where's your computer?"

Dean gave her a look and she blinked.

"De-"

"Don't have one," He grumbled.

"What?" She strained to hear. He repeated himself and her eyes widened even more if possible.

"Hell-o Bambi.'

The brunette looked to the floor. Ok, so this made things harder. How did he not own a computer? She had heard the rumors of Dean and technology but to actually see it up close and personal. She shook her head and reached for his phone but before she could say a word the object blared and jarred in Dean's grip and he jumped to quickly, pushing the button to speak. Miranda backed off, allowing Dean a moment to himself as she wandered a bit, taking in the superstar's apartment.

Not much to it in the way of personal belongings...but then again when you traveled as much as he did, one barely had time to decorate.

"I'm good," He shouted a couple of moments later and Miranda nearly questioned why he was shouting when she was right there. The question died in her throat when she felt him against her back, towering down over her, his breath hitting the back of her neck. She blinked to and turned to face him.

All traces of worry were gone and in it's place was amusement as he watched the young woman's eyes flash in recognition.

Crap! How did she get back here? And...she turned... In front of his room nonetheless?

She saw Dean revel in the situation and the way his eyes leered at her. He moved in closer and allowed his eyes to wander.

"Like what you see, Bambi?"

He hoped he hadn't left underwear strewn about...or maybe he did.

He moved even closer and took in her hand gripping at the front of her robe, her legs bare, giving off the pretense that she wasn't wearing anything in the way of bottoms...well, much of anything really besides panties. Was she? A glimpse up showed her white tank peeking through, the poke of a nipple protruding. Dean nearly growled at the sight wanting nothing more than to duck down and take the offending object between his teeth.

God he really wanted this woman.

He looked up at her face and there were those eyes, questioning. Her head tilted. He moved in, grabbing at her waist to pull her closer when his phone went off again startling them both.

He backed off quickly and Miranda had to catch her breath from it all. He looked down at his phone.

"Roman," He stated, holding the object up then turned to take the call. Miranda moved around him to head back out to the living room and out the door. His hand on her upper arm stopped her in her trek. He gave her a confused look and she shrugged.

Business came first.

"Later," She mouthed and then she was gone.

That was earlier…

This was now…

Miranda wandered about, pouring the last antibiotic out of her medicine bottle before moving to grab something quick to eat and a drink to down it all. Thoughts from earlier took a backseat for a moment as she took it all in, giving herself a moment alone for the first time today.

Her phone vibrated on her kitchen island and she moved over, sipping on her apple juice.

One message from Dean Ambrose, another from her mother.

Wait, Dean had texted her?

She quickly slid her messages open and read the six words. The laugh that followed couldn't be helped.

She was in the middle of writing back a witty response when she took note of the time at the corner of her phone. Saving the message, she promised herself she'd send him her response back but right now she knew he needed to focus. The show was on, he had more important things to do, other things to worry about.


Roman was pumped as the two made it backstage.

He slapped at Dean's back in happiness, his eyes dancing a bit as he nodded.

"That was good. Tell me that was good."

Dean smirked at his friend, his good mood transferring over leaving Dean feeling pretty ecstatic himself.

"It wasn't bad," He teased.

Roman scoffed, side eying him. "It. Was. Good." He punctuated the sentence with a nod, his happiness still showing and Dean grinned.

"On fire baby," He fist bumped his friend and Roman chuckled.

"I feel like doing something tonight, you in?"

Dean looked up from checking his phone and nodded slowly.

"Yeah...what the hell."


"So how's it going with Mir-randa," Roman sang out as he turned to stare his friend down, the vestige of drunkenness starting to shine through his friend's demeanor.

Dean waved his question away with a "psh" and sipped at the drink in front of him.

"I'm serious," Roman slurred.

Yeah, he was drunk.

Dean normally would have been worried but he knew Roman and the guy rarely allowed himself to get like this. He was just loosening up tonight, having some fun. He was normally the voice of reason, so this was a wee bit of fun. Can't always be the responsible one.

Dean wondered how the roles had switched up tonight. Here he sat a bit of a buzz going but nothing in the way of the normal Dean Ambrose intake. He narrowed his eyes.

Maybe he should change that...

He motioned the bartender over and order a couple of shots for him and his friend, more so himself.

Someone wanted to ignore him? So be it.

She could have just politely told him to fuck off or something..

"So..." Roman inquired.

Dean grit his teeth.

Apparently he wasn't getting out of this.

The blonde shrugged. "You know...nothing man. Over before it even started."

He tried waving his friend away again and fought the urge to check his phone for the hundredth time.

Ahhhh! What the fuck was this?! He didn't go around texting just anyone and he sure as shit didn't act like a lovesick fool for a chick.

What the fuck was this woman doing to him?!

He downed a shot, ignoring his friend's prying eyes and went for another.

"Come on! We came out to have fun! What the fuck are we doing sitting on our asses like a bunch of losers? Let's go play some fucking games and shoot some god damn pool!"

He stood downing his beer and reached a hand out, Roman staring at him strangely before his happy side took over and he was grinning ear to ear taking Dean's outstretched hand, slapping him on the back conspiringly after.

"You're right." He nodded. "Lets play."

"Damn right, I'm right!" Dean lead his partner in crime over towards the gaming section with some playful jabs to his torso, laughing as Roman barreled after him threatening to grab him in a headlock.

This is what this night was supposed to be about. A couple of beers, try mostly shots, and some fun before being back on the road again. Not this pining business.

Definitely not this shit.


"Roman! Roman! Roman!"

Another couple of shots down and Dean joined the crowd in cheering on his friend at this round of pinball. Apparently Roman was master pinball artist or some shit because he was about to break the record here in this bar.

"Come on...Come on!" Dean bounced on his feet in excitement, he barely registered the blonde sidling up to him, rubbing at the hair on the nape of his neck. A kiss followed on the side of his skin.

"Wanna get out of here after he sinks this shot," She purred, nipping at his earlobe.

Dean turned his head, pecking at her cheek. It was far from what he wanted to do...but to stick it to the woman back at home he found himself answering in the positive. "Sure thing toots, just give me a second."

This blonde had been with them a couple of shots in and she had been persistent. Why not give her what she wanted?

The girl wrapped around his arm tightly watching Roman's last shot with rapt anticipation as warning signals went off in Dean's head. He swatted at the air as if to shoo them away and instead turned to wrap his arm around the girl's waist.

"Lets get out of here," He insisted, pulling her close. "You got this, Ro," Dean patted at his arm before turning with the girl to exit the building.

A collective groan followed as Roman's concentration was broken. "Wait, what?"

He swiveled around quickly, making himself dizzy in the process. He reached an arm out to stop his friend but found it was too late.

'Dean you idiot. The fuck are you doing?!'

Record breaking game now ruined, Roman quickly pushed through the crowd to pay their tab and follow his idiotic friend before he fucked up something that had barely even started.

'Roman. Voice of reason to the rescue….He would put me to work even on my off time'

Muttering to himself, the Samoan hailed a cab hoping to catch up with his friend before any damage could be done.

'Damn it, Dean!"


Lips connected sloppily as the couple barged through the open hotel door. Hands were everywhere and clothes were quickly flying around the room as the two nosily kissed each other. Kisses found their way onto exposed skin.

'Hey asshole...asshole! This is wrong and you know it. Wake the fuck up and stop this shit before you screw things up with Miranda...dumb shit.'

"Mmm..fuck off," Dean managed as his lips parted from the girls for a second to catch his breath and then his shirt was off. He swore he could hear the girl mumbling something about missing him as they stumbled over towards the bed, hitting the table on the way over. Dean tripped and his phone flew out of his pocket, the action caused the both of them to tumble to the bed. Dean was barely able to stop himself from crushing the chick beneath him as his world started to spin a bit. The other blonde laughed and held him tightly,pulling him close to resume their make out session.

"Dean please..."

She arched up into him. "I missed this...I miss you. "

The words finally clicked as Dean moved down to meet up with the girl and he stilled, his vision clearing just a bit.

"Wha," He questioned.

As if on cue Dean's phone vibrated on the floor, startling him from his thoughts. The two laid there, Dean's fuzzy gaze on the ugly ass comforter, the woman's up at him. She grabbed at him, trying to pull him against her, urge him to drop.

"Fuck! I can't do this. I...I.." He toyed at the hair sprawled on the pillow. The color completely wrong. He looked up at the face...the eyes. It was all wrong.

Yet these eyes looked oddly familiar.

They weren't doe eyes. Not Bambi.

Dean place a hand on the side of his head as he felt himself get dizzy again. He quickly moved to the edge of the bed, holding his head in his hands.

The spinning...why wouldn't the spinning stop?

Just how much did he drink?

His phone went off again and he had the urge to lean for it and throw it across the room, the incessant rumbling annoying him. He let out a sigh of relief when the vibrating stopped only for it to start again.

"Fucking shit." Snatching up the phone, Dean pressed the answer button ready to tell the person off.

"What?!" He snapped. He vaguely noticed the arms wrapping around his body, hands traveling from his stomach up. Even the color of these was off. This wasn't tanned skin.

He grimaced and narrowed his eyes, grabbing at a hand to push aside as the person on the phone spoke up.

"Oh good. I reached your ass on time. What are you doing, Dean? Do you know who you left with? What about Miranda?" The questions were shot out at him like bullets from a firing squad.

"Stop," He groaned.

"Where are you? I'm coming to pick you up. Apparently you have lost your mind tonight."

"She ignored me, Ro!"

There was a pause followed by, "What?"

Even through his inebriated state he realized how immature that sounded but he just continued on as if it made all the sense in the world.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do? She's ignoring me. I ain't done shit."

"What? Who? Miranda? What's going on, Dean?"

The hands were on him again.

"Lay off," He hissed and the woman scoffed, moving to stand in front of him.

"What room are you in, Dean," Roman asked over the phone.

"I have work. This is why I don't want to get involved with anyone outside the job or even in the job!"

Dean was just rambling away and Roman sighed. No matter. He'd find his friend here in a minute. He was sure he was at the hotel they were staying in. It was just a matter of finding the blonde's room he had left with.

'My friend you are in for a world of trouble after tonight.'

He had been around when this obsession...nah, interest in Miranda started and yes while it was lust something was different about this one.

Dean watched her, took in what she did, found himself reporting to his friends. Admired. This was just...different.

While Dean claimed it was just want, pure, straight up, animalistic lust Roman knew better. Hell, so did Seth and anyone else who was close to Dean.

The boy was absolutely smitten and Roman felt this could be the one Dean got serious about. The one he came home to.

But...one person who didn't know this?

The woman currently with him.

Having hung up mid rant, Roman hoped upon hope his friend kept it in his pants. He had his not so bright moments...but was he really this dumb?

Back in the room the color drained from Dean's face as he took in the messages on his phone.

Miranda: Ok! But only if I get to see some goods. Show me the Ambooty and you're on!

Miranda: By the way I'm sorry it took so long to respond back to you. Had to see mom off and by the time I got your message you were probably knee deep in show stuff I so didn't want to interrupt all of that. My guy's gotta focus. ;)

Miranda: Dean? Ok...I concede. You get a picture...don't think you've gotten out of sharing mister. lol

Miranda: Too much?

Miranda: Dean?

Checking the time stamps Dean wanted to kick his own ass and then some. He could have sworn he checked his messages around then...maybe after. Was his phone that much a crap piece?

10:15. 10:21, 11, 11:05, 12:30 glared back at him.

Well fuck!

Dean read over the messages again as he got up to gather his things completely ignoring the woman in the room. Wasn't too hard actually.

He felt like a fool.

He couldn't ignore the feeling when he read the 'my guy' comment again and when he got to the pics...oh boy the pics. Miranda had sent two pictures. One of her nice round ass in some tight ass, cute little panties, superhero or some shit. A finger toyed at a side, pulling it down a bit. Fucking fuck. The second pic was a shot of her tits squished between her arms held up in a matching bra.

Shit. He had been joking about her sending anything. He didn't expect anything, let alone these.

He was fucked.

Discarded materials in his hand Dean was nearly out the door when he finally heard the shrill voice yell out making him cringe.

"So that's it? You just toy with me?!"

Oh that's right. Someone had been talking to him the whole entire time hadn't they? Could have been yelling at him, he really hadn't noticed, had completely tuned them out. Hell, he barely registered the girl's presence after the conversation with Roman. He was sure she had tried her luck at feeling him up, he could remember the hands. Hmm...maybe she even sat back and waited. Fuck if he knew.

He looked up.

"Sorry...Renee, gotta go." Foot out the door, all this nearly behind him, Dean did a double take having to grip at the door frame as it brought on a fresh case of dizziness. He looked at the woman in shock as she glared at him.

Fuck! Renee?!

Yeah...he was screwed.


Ah Dean...one step forward but ten steps back? I'm mean aren't I? Fun times ahead y'all! Ah! And be on the lookout for a new story in the works. Got to give our World Heavyweight/US Champ some love. I also have something planned for Roman too. Thanks guys.