RAW Live
October 21st
Memphis, Tennessee
"Representing The Shield," Jilian announced, "At a combined weight of 482 pounds, and the WWE Tag Team Champions, Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns."
The boys didn't look happy. Neither should they have been. A match that was torn completely out of their hands had played very well into the Big Show's - though they had retained their titles, he'd knocked each member flat on their backs in four knock-out punches. And the same had happened on SmackDown.
And because of it, they were set to take on the Uso's while Cody and Goldust sat on commentary. And if they could beat the Uso's, then it would only be a two team tag-team match up at Hell in a Cell. But if they lost, then the numbers would be turned against them and the match would become a triple-threat. How that was fair was beyond them.
So they stalked down to the ring, glowering and unhappy, and Bobbi was sporting a nice bruise on the left side of her face.
Reaching the announcers table, Bobbi made a face at Cody Rhodes. "You look dashing," she mocked.
"Could say the same about you," he fired back.
Her eyes hardened and her tongue ran along the top of her teeth as she was pulled away. Bobbi walked around the table, snatched a chair off the barricade and popped it open next to King. She propped her legs up on the table but completely ignored the commentator as he shot her a look.
"How does she not break an ankle in those things," she heard Cody ask seriously, but she flicked her head to the side and pulled her hair over her shoulder to completely block off the view of the number one contenders.
Seth and Jimmy started in the middle, traded blows back and forth. They spilled out and Dean and Bobbi stood either side of The Shield member and the Uso, but neither made a move, and Bobbi couldn't really help but stare at the number one contenders as they talked about their luck.
She sent Cody a bitter look and backed off, but didn't get back to her seat. Instead, she stayed near Dean. Listened to Seth Rollins smack talk and tell Roman how to do his part in the match.
Bobbi did nothing as the match rolled on, couldn't really step in and help out even if she wanted to. She paced back and forth and shared looks with Dean.
Until he turned on Cody and started a fight - and then chaos broke out.
She stayed to the side, stayed with Roman while she watched Dean be jumped on by Goldust and Cody, watched as Seth launched himself over the ropes, watched as Jimmy Uso ran around the side to crash the party. Bobbi pulled Roman out and threw him into the fight, and over the barricade Rhodes went.
The three men left standing after the bell went for a disqualification were The Shield. Bobbi smiled as she slid into the ring, pointed at Goldust, held her arms in the air in a thumbs up. Then turned them upside down. The crowd went nuts as they realised what that meant.
Dean threw Goldust into the ring and he got up, turned right into a Disaster Kick, Bobbi's shin bouncing off the side of his head. The boys rolled into the ring, started stomping and hitting the superstar.
Before anything else could happen, Cody Rhodes was back in the squared circle taking it to Seth and Dean was out on the floor with a Uso twin, and Bobbi slipped out before she could take any hits.
They were dominated and left through the crowd, the same way they came in, bruised and angry.
It was a triple threat. The tag team championship match at Hell in a Cell… was a triple threat. And The Shield were livid.
HELL IN A CELL 2013
The SmackDown before the pay-per-view pitched her boys and Orton against Bryan, Big E Langston and the number one contenders, but the real fun didn't happen until Sunday night.
They kicked off the night, started in the ring with two other teams, and Bobbi stood alone ringside. She wasn't afraid to show her face, not now that she'd been told Big Show had a restraining order, and she'd go to each of the matches that the night had in store.
Seth Rollins was quick to slide out, holding his chest after a shoulder knock, but their attention was back on the ring straight away.
"You may notice that Dean Ambrose of The Shield is not out here at ringside- we learnt earlier tonight on the kick off show that Dean Ambrose will be defending his title against Big E Langston!"
She smiled mockingly at Michael Cole.
Ten minutes in and she was grimacing at the make up that was running from Goldust's face. He looked like an old, drunken clown. And Roman and Seth kept playing dirty, kept it smart, separated the weird man from his brother.
Bobbi was clutching her hair in frustration every near fall, and every so often the camera would pan to her worried face.
"Come on, Rollins!" She screamed.
The match-up was nearing the twenty minute mark and Rollins was close to pinning Rhodes, but Cody had capitalised and suplexed Rollins off the top rope into the waiting superstars outside the ring.
And somehow her boys were robbed of another win. Reigns had speared Jimmy out of the ring, and he followed right after with Jey, and it left Rollins and Goldust in the squared circle - he'd hit Goldust with a crippling high kick that bounced off his head, went for the cover. The referee hadn't even reached a two count before Cody Rhodes jumped back in a launched himself off the middle rope, and by the time she was even starting to climb in to cause a disqualification, the three count was over. Cody had pinned Seth for the titles.
"Your winners and NEW Tag Team Champions, Cody Rhodes and Goldust!"
—
When Bobbi walked down with Dean for his match, the crowd booed her so loudly it was hilarious. She sat up on the barricades, crossed her legs. She had no doubts that Dean would find a way to win this match.
Don't get her wrong, Big E Langston was huge. But Dean was eccentric.
After a good five minute bout, Langston sent Ambrose over the top. And Bobbi knew straight away that Ambrose wasn't playing when he grabbed his knee and slapped the padded floor.
He slipped back into the ring after a counter and shook his head subtly at Bobbi and she jumped off the barricade, moved to stand next to the ring.
Eventually, she walked around to the ramp. "Dean! You don't even need this! C'mon! We're going!"
He slipped out after her, turned his back on Big E Langston. And was dragged straight back into the ring. But Bobbi noticed the cut under his chin, watched Langston spear him out of the ring. Watched as Langston dragged him back in after the ten count. He jumped out of the ring with the count-out win and Bobbi slid in, traced her fingers across Dean's neck to try and get rid of some of the blood.
But his fingers brushed against hers and she quickly withdrew, sent a snarl at the smirking Langston.
When they got backstage, Bobbi wouldn't stop looking at the cut.
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"Naaah."
"Seriously?"
"Been through a lot worse, kitten."
"Kitten?"
Dean glanced at her with a smirk. "Don't like pet names?"
Bobbi frowned at him again and ran her fingers along the underside of his chin, checking out the open wound. "You call me a pet name and I'll start calling you stud muffin."
"I have no issues with that, kitten."
Rolling her eyes, Bobbi stood back and watched as the onsite doctor started to stitch the cut. "You want me to wait for you, dimples?"
The dimples in question popped out as he smiled at her. "Thought you'd never ask."
—
RAW Live
October 28th
Orlando, Florida
Tonight was a big night on TV. Bobbi was set to have her first match and spend some time on air, both with her boys and without them.
But right now, she was with them, and the cameras were rolling.
"Tonight could be the most important night in the history of the Shield," Dean said into the lens quietly. "I'm being forced to defend my United States Championship against Big E Langston."
Roman looked at him, lips twitching in a snarl.
"Now if Big E is a stock… I'm buyin' it. He's a human bulldozer, I felt the brunt of that last night," he motioned to his chin, "But make no mistake about it, Big E, it was a privilege for you to get a few minutes of my time at Hell in a Cell, it was a privilege for you to share the ring with the United States Champion Dean Ambrose."
The lens caught a flash of Bobbi's hair as she stood next to Dean, but then Seth took a hold of it and thrust his face into the frame. "Last night, we made a mistake…"- Roman growled at that -"a crucial mistake when we underestimated the potential of Big E Langston. Tonight, we have an opportunity to rectify that mistake. Tonight, guys, we get back to basics."
Roman nodded his head in agreement, and then the camera was back on Dean and Bobbi was peering over his shoulder menacingly.
"Look. I'm going to defend my US Title tonight successfully. The only championship The Shield has left," Dean's voice became louder but Bobbi's eyes weren't narrowed because of that. Low blow. "I'm gonna get the job done like I always do, because I'm the United States Champion and I'm the baddest man alive - believe that."
Roman gave Dean an even look, then leaned into the camera and pulled his lips back in a snarl. "Believe… in The Shield."
They were in the elevator shortly after, descending from the rafters with their music across the speakers and as a team they moved to stand in the ring.
But the match didn't even last for two minutes, because Roman and Seth went on the attack early, drawing the breath out of a felled Langston and keeping him down outside the ring. Bobbi wanted no part, simply launched herself onto the top turnbuckle and yelled insults as the boys continued their beat-down.
And then… the Uso's and Brie Bella (sorry, what?) were running out.
Bobbi snorted as she launched off the top rope, and finally she was wrestling against a Diva. Brie came at her hard, landing an elbow across her face, drawing her out of the ring so she'd have no influence whatsoever.
"Hang on, hang on!"
The voice over the speakers belonged to Brad Maddox and the crowd booed loudly as he walked to the top of the ramp. Brie and Bobbi were stood facing each other, neither moving - like a Mexican stand off.
"I've got a real simple solution. That singles match is now a six-man tag. I wanna see it right now."
He paused, looked at the women at the bottom of the ramp.
"And Bobbi, since you so desperately want to fight someone," Brad Maddox said, grimace on his face, "Why don't you go get ready for your match against Brie… and Nikki Bella?"
Bobbi raised an eyebrow. Shook her head. Laughed. Pointed at the Bella twin who was staring her down.
Her actions were confident and Brad rolled his eyes, tilted his head to the side. "You go in alone, without The Shield, without anybody in your corner. Let's see how well you cope when the numbers are turned against you."
—
Because she was alone, Bobbi didn't walk out through the stands of the crowd. With The Shield's music blaring into the arena, Bobbi walked out from the side of the stage, hair down in soft waves and wrists tied in black tape.
The crowd jeered her entrance, but a few were cheering for her, and that she didn't really mind as much as she used to.
Moments before, the audience had been witness to a horrific beat down of Daniel Bryan at the hands of the Wyatt Family. And when The Bella Twins came out and Brie was obviously distraught for her husband, Bobbi knew she had the match in the bag. Simple. A quick in and out.
Brie started the match. She shook off her nerves as The Shield member circled her but it was plain as day that she wasn't going to last long.
They locked up and Bobbi easily pulled her into a head hold, walked across and jumped up on a turnbuckle, taunting Nikki who stood up on the apron. She was shaking Brie's body as she lifted her feet off the floor, and then Bobbi dropped her, quickly followed to enclose her arms around the divas waist, threw her over her head in a German suplex.
"Her strength is incredible, Cole!"
She taunted Brie, circled around her as the diva tried to get back up onto her feet. Then pushed her into the corner the other Bella was in and moved back as Nikki flew into the ring. She ran right at Bobbi and Bobbi threw her hands up in a 'come on' motion, then ducked under a clothesline and bounced off the ropes.
When Bobbi dodged another clothesline, she grabbed a fistful of the dark hair and used Nikki's momentum to lift her off her feet, slamming the diva to the ground in her own face-buster finisher.
Bobbi was dominating the handicap match and the audience had fallen silent in shock.
Slowly, very deliberately, Bobbi unzipped the vest and shrugged it off. There were a couple of wolf whistles, but mainly people were wondering why she hadn't gone into the cover.
Turning Nikki's body to face her sister, Bobbi crouched with one leg either side of Nikki, locked the Diva's elbows across her thighs and sat back in an adapted camel clutch with her vest pulling against the bottom half of the Bella's face and neck.
The match was over before she even reached the five count, the legal diva tapping out in submission.
She jumped out of the hold, walked over to the edge of the ring and demanded for the technician with the microphone to give it to her.
"This little match up? It didn't even last for two minutes." Bobbi glared at the diva on the floor. "This entire Diva's Division is a complete joke."
The microphone doofed as Bobbi threw it against the back of Nikki's head. But instead of her music playing across the speakers, AJ Lee's did. Bobbi jumped out of the ring and pushed past the giddy Diva's Champion as she went in for sloppy seconds.
Stephanie was the first to approach Bobbi when she went backstage. "Not that you don't have an amazing figure, Bobbi, but I thought you were going to keep your vest on for the match."
"No," she shook her head. "Didn't work when I practiced earlier, so I had to figure out a way to go in and out with it on, and that's what I did."
The woman frowned. "Next time come see me about that, yeah? I mean it's not a big deal but if we're pushing you with that vest for The Shield, taking it off makes you seem like you're backing away."
"Yeah, I understand. Sorry."
—
The coronation ceremony saw Bobbi standing between Dean and Roman as they stared up at the locker room who occupied the stage. Her vest was back on, hair barely out of place.
When Triple H walked past them, he nodded. They followed the boss into the ring, stood threateningly behind him, and Bobbi was back up on her usual turnbuckle for what felt like the first time in a month.
She didn't really pay attention, just made faces when she was in the background, listened to her cues.
Hunter ranted about Randy and the previous night and Daniel Bryan, and she shifted her hair over her shoulder when his music hit.
And then Randy was ranting. He sounded a little raspy, like he'd been celebrating the night before, and Bobbi had to smother a grin by rolling her lips between her teeth.
But before he'd even been on the mic for two minutes, the crowd went nuts, The Big Show's music was blaring and he was blundering down the ramp with his eyes set for revenge. The Shield boys jumped out, went after him, got tossed aside when the Uso's and Goldust came down to even the odds.
Bobbi knew better now, but had no choice of fleeing when Stephanie pulled her off the turnbuckle and literally hid behind her. They climbed out of the ring and Stephanie had a grip like steel on her arm as she dragged her personal protection detail around.
Show was mad. He spoke proudly through the microphone until Randy slammed the back of the championship against his head. When he went for another shot, Randy walked right into a knock out punch.
"Triple H and Stephanie are in shock!"
And she stayed with Stephanie until the show went off air, but then she was out of there with a car ride to crash and boys to annoy.
The group had decided to travel together to the next town separate from everyone else. They were heading to Tampa, Florida from Orlando, and Seth had heard about this wrestling gym off the internet.
So they would stay in Orlando for the night, take off early in the morning to hit the prestigious gym, and then continue on the road.
"Hey, Bob!"
She looked up from the book she'd stolen from Dean, smiled as she met the gaze of Seth. While Roman was trying to catch up some much needed sleep, Seth was content to stay with Dean and Bobbi in their room until they went to bed. "What's up, blondie?"
"Apparently what you said to Orton a couple of weeks ago was completely off the cuff," Seth said excitedly, "He got really mad afterwards, stormed off until his curtain call."
Bobbi laughed and laid the book down after earring the page. "I'm not surprised."
"I'll believe that when I see it."
The vote of confidence rocked Bobbi's core. She sent Ambrose a half-glare, told him in no uncertain terms to fuck off.
"No, I mean, Orton has issues, but you could never make someone that mad - you're like a teddy bear, Arlett."
"You doubt me, stud muffin?"
"Uh ooooh," Seth drawled quietly as he looked between the two, "this isn't going to end well."
Dean put his book down, took a swig of the beer in front of him. "I bet you the car ride and music choice tomorrow morning that you can't get me mad."
"Seriously?"
"Utterly."
"You sure you want me to do this?" Bobbi asked seriously, her voice lacking her usual sassy tone and instead completely stoic.
Seth took in a deep breath and excused himself, the tension too much for his drunk mind to handle.
"You mean to tell me that you ad-libbed that entire segment with Orton?" Dean didn't believe her. "Prove it to me, I have nothing to hide from you."
Bobbi didn't know what insulted her more; his lack of belief in her ability, or his belief that he had nothing to hide.
So she laughed, chose the option that didn't involve talking about her. "You have nothing to hide? Oh, what a bunch of bullshit! All you do is lock this part of you away, Dean, you get this flash in your eyes when you're out in the ring or when someone questions you, but you never act on it, you hide it, you stuff it down."
He was stunned into silence. Jaw slack and eyes wide, he said, "What?"
"Dean, c'mon," Bobbi reasoned with him, "You can't honestly sit there and tell me that you don't lock some part of yourself away from everyone else, I mean, apart from me and a handful of the other guys, you're a damn mystery to everyone else. You have so many freaking walls."
"Oh, and you're talking like you don't have the same ones!"
"I know I have the same ones, Dean!" She ran a hand through her hair and pushed her chair back from the table. "But I don't freaking deny it like you do."
He shook his head and sucked his lip into his mouth, unconvinced, and crossed his arms over his chest. Her eyes narrowed at the motion because this was his way of unconsciously saying he was done.
Bobbi locked her jaw and let out a deep breath. He wasn't getting out of this now that he'd started it. "You think there's some hidden part of me?"
"I know there is," Dean smirked at the provocation, threw his arms out wide. "There's always something hidden."
"You're wrong, Dean. I may have anger and trust issues, but at least I have full control of my emotional range." Bobbi stood then, grabbed another Corona from the fridge and twisted the cap off. "I don't need to hide the fact that I lose my temper, the fact that I get mad, or the fact that I don't trust people as far as I can throw them, that's not something worth hiding."
"Then what is? Cause I can see those eyes you know, I see them when I stare into my own in the mirror, I know those eyes. You're hiding something."
Hiding attraction towards him? Sure, she was definitely hiding that.
"Not hiding a thing."
Dean pushed his chair back, the scraping sound now eliciting the attention of a distracted Rollins. Ambrose walked towards her as his arms crossed, fingers tapping along his bicep, and stared her down. Seth was now fully aware of what was going on. He could sense the newfound tension rolling off of the two in waves and even in his drunken state positioned himself to jump in if he needed to.
"So what is it?" Dean pressed. "Daddy issues? Wasn't there for you as a child and now you have to fight your way through abandonment anxiety? Or maybe it's an ex-boyfriend issue, maybe he used you one too many times and you got sick of it, maybe he pushed you too far and you lost a part of yourself that was important, maybe he broke your heart and it never got put back together. Could be none of those reasons and you're just a little twisted in the brain like I am, possibly you can't be any other way, possibly to stop yourself from losin' another part of your soul you've descended into this heartless routine of never being true with the people around you for the fun of it."
Bobbi's nostrils flared.
"Ah," Dean drawled. His tongue ran over his bottom lip, dimples present in a smile. "There she is."
Bobbi growled at him and shoved her hands against his chest, pushing him away from her. "Don't talk like you know me."
"All it takes is for someone like me to meet someone like you…" he trailed off, fingers tapping along his collarbone. "You won't be able to hide it for long in this business."
"I'm not hiding a fucking thing, Dean, but if you don't get the fuck out of my face right now I'm going to break your nose."
Seth stood from his seat then, putting a hand on Dean's shoulder and pushing him back a few steps. "Come on tough guy, not today."
His face split in a smile, but it wasn't warm or nice, and he shoved the longer haired man off him.
"Seth, don't stop this," Bobbi growled.
Looking at her with a resigned expression, Seth new he wouldn't be much help if the two of them went at it, just new that he'd be in the way and that if they tried to smother it, it would eventually, one day, explode. So he pushed out of the door, muttering, "I'm gonna go stay with Ro."
The door shut with a soft click but Bobbi and Dean weren't even bothered, couldn't tear away from the other's gaze. And then Bobbi smirked. Because Dean thought he was winning this battle, but he had no idea that Bobbi was able to twist a situation to suit her.
"You there yet? That place in your head that makes you mad?" But she already new the answer, because the flame in his eyes was only just beginning to be ignited. "Because I'm only just getting started."
"You conniving, sadistic woman…" he murmured. Bobbi's eyebrows shot up at the words he used to describe her.
She tilted her head to the side, mask completely dropped from her face. If she was going to do this, she was going to do this dirty and she was going to do it with conviction. If he pushed her, she would shove back, if he wanted to start something, she'd finish it.
Bobbi's eyes were hard as she looked up at him. "It's funny when you get to know someone personally. You find their quirks, decipher their behaviour, read deeper into their words. At first you were difficult to figure out, you had these walls, one after another, and as soon as I got closer, you'd back right off. But I got closer, I found your ticks. There's this thing you do, both on screen and off, where you run your fingers along your collarbone when you're frustrated. You don't sleep well without someone next to you because you don't like being alone, you don't feel safe. It took so long for me to get through to you. You don't trust a lot of people, Dean, it isn't in your nature. I've seen the Moxley videos, I've seen enough to know that those weren't just plucked from somewhere, those were part of you."
His head dropped to the side, eyes sliding shut as his fists clenched.
"So you can talk about this shit like it doesn't bother you, but we both know every fight you had you made it personal. Personal enough that you were able to withstand being cut open, that you wanted to stab someone with a fork." Dean turned away from her, leaned his head against the wall next to him. "You don't stay a persona for long before it becomes you, and you become it - that's the problem with pretending to be someone else all the time, Dean; it becomes a part of you. To make something believable you need to put truth into it, and then it invades you like a disease."
Dean had his hands up against the wall, lips pulled back as he rolled his head to the side. Bobbi new she was getting inside his head, new that behind his closed eyes was a storm that she was causing, and she slowly inched closer to the man she had now wrapped around her finger.
"You see, I don't have to hide, Dean." A grin spread across her lips, tongue running against her teeth, black tendrils of hair falling across her shoulder as she ducked to try and catch his eyes. "I have nothing to hide… I know I'm sadistic, I know my ticks, I know what makes me react, but I can control it."
His eyelids snapped open then. He was seething, jaw locked. He was retreating into his own head, his worst enemy, and Bobbi kept right on him. "But you know the problem with trying to hide something? Soon enough you can't control it, it'll bite back up to the surface when you least want it to."
There was a huff as he pushed off the wall, walking away from her and slamming the side of his fist against the bathroom door. But he didn't leave. Bobbi smirked again at that. He was staying either because he was beginning to lose control or because he wanted to lose control.
Bobbi followed him, pressed herself against his side, gently curled her hand around his neck. "C'mon, Mox," she breathed heavily into his ear, voice teasing with the old name. "You can't hide forever."
There was a rush of movement as Dean lashed out, shoving his hands under her chin, letting his fingers curl around her throat. He pushed her up against the door with a loud bang and for a second Bobbi was seeing stars. Slipping his leg between hers, hooking his knee around the back of her knee, keeping her from escaping - the position screamed dominance.
And instead of being shocked… she smiled. His hands wrapped tighter around her throat, eyes burning against her own, but she didn't look like she was scared. Yet the hands heavy on Dean's arms could've argued the opposite.
"Ah," she mimicked him, "there he is."
"You think you know me so well? You would have picked up then that the moment I closed my eyes you shoulda stopped talkin'."
There was acid coating his words and she was still struggling to get the air into her lungs. "You challenged me, and then you pushed me, Dean. What did you expect?"
The anger in his eyes slowly dissipated. He pulled back. Hands threaded through his mousey blonde hair and then ran down along his face, and he turned completely away from her. When he looked back over his shoulder, there was a playful glint in his gaze and the storm had completely disappeared.
"No, you're right, kitten." Dean walked back over to the table, plopped himself back down on the seat, took a swig of his bear. "I was out of line."
Bobbi shrugged. "Not like you're wrong though." She took a deep breath, slowly walked over to join him. "I do have these boundaries and walls and shit."
The look Dean gave her could only be explained as questioning.
"I push people further than I should just to see how they react. Like what I just did with you. Sometimes I do it consciously, sometimes I do it unconsciously. But it happens. But, you know, I want to know a person before I decide that I can trust them." Bobbi looked at him and softly quirked an eyebrow. "All about trust, isn't it?"
Dean agreed with her. But he was still perturbed. "How did you know?"
"Know what?"
"That half of the stuff I did at Combat and DG was… y'know, me?"
Bobbi paused. How could she answer this safely? I watch you all the time and gauge your reactions to certain situations, and then I watch videos from your time in the indie circuits to compare and contrast just because I want to. Yeah, no.
"Well, you said it yourself," Bobbi tried, "I can see it because I used to be the same way. When I was back there, I had trouble separating myself from the gimmick, but some truths still remain in the way I act today, so. I don't know, intuition, I guess?"
The answer seemed appealing enough to him and the subject was dropped almost straight away.
But it was too close for Bobbi's liking. She still didn't understand her feelings for him, though she did recognise the pull and the effect he had on her. Just the sound of his voice had the ability to turn her on, not to mention the amount of times she woke up with his back curled against hers (or the one time she woke up to him tugging off beside her). Bobbi tried to be alluring, to act in the same way he did to pull him in, but nothing worked, and she was miserably clutching at her fraying hopes that he could possibly feel something more for her.
And what if he did? She didn't do relationships, she didn't do emotions. Bobbi wasn't that kind of girl, not anymore. Friends? Sure. Boyfriend-girlfriend shit? No.
They were quick to wrap up the night and Bobbi crawled into bed, finding Dean propped up against the pillows.
She stared up at him until he finally looked down, and then she murmured a quiet, "I'm sorry." She knew she could rest easy when he returned the apology.
eeeeeekk im back up at 5,400 sorry :( im trying to get it to flow faster with shorter updates but i just... it doesn't work when its not altogether, if you know what i mean?
thankyou to my two faithful reviewers, one a guest, the other Pinayprincesa (YAY FEELS RIGHT? hope ur feeling them after this chapter heheh) and like of course i have to throw in some tension before it gets to the good bits :D also, what do you think of Bobbi? and what would you like to see more of? interactions with Phil and Bray? interactions with the three boys as a group? or just more of Dean and Bobbi? or do you want more ring work? tell me what you want so I can make you happy :)
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