Dean clenched his fists as the blue barn came into view. Jake Roberts' farm had been empty for years ever since the old man retired and moved away. He still owned the land though so no one took over. It was the perfect place for things that needed to be done without anyone seeing it.

"He's dead! He's so fucking dead!" Dean growled lowly.

The black car was parked close to the front door of the barn. Roman parked the car as close to the barn as he dared. He didn't drive all the way up there, not wanting the people inside to hear the car.

"Remember, we're right outside," he said.
"I know," Dean nodded.
"Now go get your woman," Roman grinned. "Bring her home."

Dean jumped out of the car and ran towards the barn while Seth and Roman took a more slow approach. They were moving around to make sure there wasn't a back door. And if there was, Lesnar and Heyman sure wouldn't get a chance to escape out of it.

"You're dead! You're dead! You're dead!" Dean mumbled as he moved towards the door.

He cracked his head from side to side, opened the door and walked in. Lesnar and Heyman stood side by side, curiously looking at him. His eyes weren't on them though. They were on Mia who sat on a chair with her hands tied behind it.

"You son of a bitch!" Dean yelled.

He ran towards them and jumped on Lesnar without a care in the world. The bigger man of course fought back and with Heyman's help they managed to get him down on his knees. He looked up just as Lesnar planted a hard knee into his skull. He went down, dazed, and felt his hands being tied together behind his back. He was pulled back up on his knees, shaking his head slightly until he could focus again. Lesnar was standing with a saber in his hands.

"Did you come for this one?" Heyman taunted as he ran a finger down her face.
"Don't touch her!" Dean sneered.
"Why not? What are you gonna do about it?" Heyman smirked.
"Did you tell him?" Dean asked and started to grin. "Did you ever tell Lesnar how she escaped?"

For the first time in his life, Heyman didn't know what to say. His silence made Lesnar look at him confused.

"What's he talking about, Paul?" Lesnar asked.
"Nothing," Heyman tried.
"Tell him, Mia," Dean chuckled. "Tell him what you did."
"I made Heyman believe I was in love with him," she said.
"She's lying!" Heyman said.
"I was lying in his trunk and he drove me out of the city," she continued. "Away from you. To start a new life together. And I fucking kicked him in the balls and ran."
"You took her?" Lesnar was getting angry. "You used my trust, went against me and fucking took her from me?"
"Brock, please, I'm sorry. Let's talk about this," Heyman tried.

Lesnar wasn't one to talk about things. Instead he raised the saber and cut Heyman's head straight off.

"The fuck?" Dean looked surprised.

He hadn't seen that one coming.

"What? You think you're off the hook now? That I'm just gonna let you go?" Lesnar pointed the saber at him. "No, man, we're about to have some real fun in here."

He walked behind the chair Mia was sitting on and cut through the ropes that held her there. He held up the saber while looking at Dean before throwing the weapon behind him. He was about to show just what he could do on his own.

"It's not hard to figure out you care about her. I don't know what's been going on between you and I don't care. You might even have fucked her which is gonna make this so much more fun," he said.

He pulled her up from the chair by her hair while still keeping eye contact with Dean.

"Down on your knees, princess," he said.
"No," Dean whispered.

She dropped to her knees without even putting up a fight.

"No, Mia!" Dean begged.
"You look at him while you suck my dick," Lesnar opened his jeans and pulled out his dick. "Open up, princess."
"No!" Dean raised his voice. "Don't do this to her! Don't you fucking do this to her!"

He shut up when he saw the little wink she sent him. He slowly started smiling before she even took Lesnar's dick in her mouth. A second later Lesnar screamed like Dean had never heard any man scream before. Mia's teeth were deep down in his dick and she refused to let go. Blood was starting to run out from her mouth and it wasn't her blood. With Lesnar screaming like crazy, Roman and Seth came barging in.

"What's going on?" Roman asked. "What the fuck?"
"Bite it off!" Dean yelled.
"I think I'm gonna be sick," Seth said.

She didn't bite it off but she did a damn good job at trying. She finally let go and Lesnar dropped to his knees in pain. Roman and Seth ran up to Dean and quickly untied him. Dean jumped up, ran to the saber and grabbed it. He stepped up in front of Lesnar and stared down at the man.

"You messed with the wrong woman," he said in a cold tone.
"Say goodbye, princess," Mia mocked.

It was glorious to Dean that the last word Lesnar would ever hear was princess. Coming from Mia of all people. He raised the saber without a word and cut of Lesnar's head like Lesnar had done with Heyman minutes before.

"Fuck you!" Dean sneered as the dead body dropped down.
"You got blood all over you," Seth looked at Mia.
"And in my mouth," she spat out some blood.
"We got water and clean shirts in the car," Roman said.

Dean dropped the saber and turned to Mia. He wrapped his arms around her and held on to her while leaning his forehead against hers.

"Why did you leave me?" He asked.
"You almost got killed because of me," she answered.
"Not your fault," he said.
"But it was," she said.
"Not! Your! Fault!" He gritted his teeth. "Will I have to tie you to the bed from now on or will you stay?"
"I'll stay," she said.
"Damn, I was hoping you'd let me tie you down," he chuckled and kissed her forehead.
"What about them?" Seth looked at the two headless bodies.
"I'll take the heads," Dean said.
"What do you need them for?" Roman asked.
"You'll see," Dean answered.

It was in the middle of the afternoon when Dean strode fast into town square, carrying a head in each hand. Seth, Roman and Mia followed behind but stayed back while Dean did what he had to do. He slammed the heads down on a stone where everyone could see them. Every gang member present stopped and stared.

"Listen up, you assholes!" He yelled. "If any of you ever goes after Mayhem again, you'll end up like these two! She runs with the Shield now. She's part of our gang. You hurt her, you mess with all of us!"

He walked back to the other three and took her hand while they continued back to the car.

"You just had to let everyone know I was part of your gang now," she said.
"Personal guarantee you won't run away again," he chuckled.
"No promises," she teased.
"Try it, little miss Mayhem," he leaned in and kissed her. "You won't get far. You know I'll chase after you and you know I'll find you."
"But it's fun," she giggled and kissed him again. "I'll stay. But you better not have anyone else stab you or I'm gonna be so pissed off."
"No promises either," he said.
"Seth, we're swapping rooms," Roman laughed. "It's your turn to sleep next to these two sex rabbits."