Hey guys. So, this chapter starts of great I think, and then it dwindles down. And I apologize for that. But I did get this one out quicker than the last.

Also, I know I didn't go into detail about Seth's week, but this is a Dean/OC story and not a Dean/OC/Seth story. If it was I would've have included it. And I'm sorry if it feels like this is moving too fast. I'm nowhere near the end and this is only a minor conflict in the story.

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My week with Seth passed quickly. It consisted of many personal shots that would allow the readers of the magazine to really get to know Seth without invading his privacy. I knew that Seth's section, and The Shield's section as a whole would be fabulous. I wasn't too worried about Roman's section either. Dean's section was a different story. It wasn't so much his pictures I was worried about. It was the week I had to spend with him. I figured worst case scenario would be him having a girl over all the time and having to be forced to get pictures of that.

Currently, I was at baggage claim in Cincinnati. Dean had managed to get in touch with me, telling me he would be waiting at the airport.

Getting past the airport security, I immediately spot Dean. The sight of him causes a huge smile to break across my face. He stands in dark colored jeans, a black T-shirt, and a baseball cap. In his hands he holds a sign that reads 'Eleanor Jensen/Sunshine' in a messy scrawl.

"Is that necessary?" I say trying to sound annoyed, I fail miserably.

"Just didn't want you to get lost and go off with another guy." He says with a smirk.

I roll my eyes at him and he helps me roll my suitcases to his car that waits outside the airport.

We ride in silence, and I notice how concentrated Dean is while he drives. He his are firmly planted on the ten and two, and his tongue pokes out the side of his mouth cutely. I quickly grab my camera that sits in my lap and take a quick picture. At the sound of my camera going off he snaps his head towards me.

"What was that for?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowing.

"It was too cute not to get on camera." I say shrugging.

"So, you think I'm cute?" He says, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.

"What? No, I never said that." I say, praying that my cheeks aren't blushing.

"Yeah, you did. You said 'It was too cute not to get on camera'."

"Yes, I did say that. But I didn't say you were cute." I say, with a roll of my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, we are here."

At his words I turn my head to look outside the window. I see a two-story white house with tan shutters. It wasn't too fancy, but it was a nice house. You could tell that a man lived there due to the non-existent flowers or plants.

The inside of the house makes it even more obvious that it's a man's house. It's not messy, but it's not tidy like you would expect from a house that a woman lived in. Well, a tidy woman anyway. What was surprising- or maybe not too surprising- was the plain walls. In most homes, pictures were on the walls. But I knew that Dean was close with his mother and his father left him, so it didn't surprise me that there weren't any family portraits. But didn't he have any siblings? Or what about pictures of him wrestling? The amount of blankness on the walls was almost eerie.

Choosing to ignore it I turn around to face Dean. He is looking at me expectantly.

"Well?" I ask "Aren't you going to give a tour of the rest of the house?"

He smiles at me before motioning to me to follow him.

He shows me the guest bathroom and the guest bedroom. The guest bedroom was directly across from his bedroom.

He finishes the tour and asks "So, any questions?"

"Yeah. What's for dinner?"

He rolls his eyes at me before grabbing my hand and dragging me into the kitchen.

~x~

Dean and I were sitting at his kitchen island while eating the pancakes and bacon he prepared for us. Somehow he managed to find out that breakfast for dinner was my favorite type of meal.

I was surprised at how well Dean and I were getting along. We hadn't snapped at each other once, and there hadn't been a relationship type moment yet. Granted, I had only been here for a couple hours.

"So, I've always wondered why you didn't become a WWE diva yourself. You know so much about the business, and you love it as much as some as the other superstars. And you seem pretty tough. I mean, I know you said you took up photography because of your Gram, but did you ever think about it before?"

"Of course, I did. I actually did some training." His eyebrows raise, but I continue. "But then I got into some skimpy ring attire, and with one look around at the other aspiring divas, I got self-conscious and I-I started making myself throw up again, which I hadn't done since sophomore year…That of course made me super weak and without energy, so I had to quit." I say, finishing quietly.

Dean grabs my hand from across the island, and his thumb runs along my palm. So much for no relationship type moments.

"Elle…Why don't you think you're beautiful?"

"I don't know" I sigh. "Each morning, I try to look in the mirror and find five things beautiful about myself, I always get stuck around three…" I trail off, praying that the lump in my throat would go away.

He sighs heavily before jumping off of his seat and leading me into the bathroom. He puts me in front of the mirror and stands behind me with his hands placed softly on my hips.

"Let me try," He whispers softly "Well, your eyes are the first thing I notice when I look at you. They're so green, and bright. They're beautiful. Then there's your smile. Can you smile for me?"

I smile meekly at him. He continues "That's beautiful. We can't forget about your hair. It looks so soft and thick. It's beautiful." He says brushing my hair back from my shoulders.

I have to fight off the tears that threaten to fall.

"Then there are your collarbones. When you show them they make you look so classy and elegant. Especially when you have a necklace on. They're beautiful. Then your personality, just to get something none physical. It's tough on the outside, but once you let somebody in you're so bubbly and sweet. That's beautiful." He says smiling at me in the mirror.

He turns me around to face him. "You're beautiful inside and out, Elle. I just wish you could see it." He says quietly while staring into my tear-filled eyes. Not being able to hold it together anymore when he looks me in the eyes, I start to sob uncontrollably.

He takes me in his arms and sits on the toilet seat. He gently rocks us back and forth until my sobs start to subside.

I lean back from his chest to look at him. "Thank you, Dean. That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me." I whisper, and it wasn't a lie.

"It's no problem, because it's the truth." He says. Slowly he starts to lean in, and this time there isn't a knock on the door to stop him.

His lips touch mine ever so softly, and I'm sure I taste of tears.

"Was that okay?" He asks quietly.

"Yeah." I breathe.

He nods at me before leaning in again. This kiss lasts longer than the first one.

We kiss a couple more times, before he stands up swiftly and leaves me alone in the bathroom with just a 'Goodnight, Sunshine.'

~x~

The week passes by and before I know it, it's the night before I leave Dean and begin my week with Roman.

After what happened the first night I was with Dean, things were different between us. It was almost like we were a couple. We held hands whenever we went anywhere, and we would always share kisses in public. Even a couple make-out sessions. But neither of us had discussed the topic of being in a relationship. That caused me to question Dean's motives. Was he being sincere? Or was he just trying to get me in his bed like Seth said he would?

Currently, I was in Dean's guest room reading a book. Dean and I had said goodnight about an hour ago, but I couldn't fall asleep. Not because I was reading, but I was confused. What would happen after my week with Roman was done, along with the release party for the magazine? Would Dean and I stay in touch? Would any of The Shield members and I stay in touch? I could only hope.

I was brought out of my thinking by a loud rumbling sound. Thinking I was hearing things I try to get back into my book. But it happens again, and I realize that outside my window a horrible storm was brewing.

I was scared shitless as the lightning sends a white flash threw the room. I swallow a yelp, careful not to wake Dean.

The storm shows no sign of stopping so I open the door to the guest room and venture to Dean's room.

"Dean." I say, knocking. I hear a shuffling behind the door before it opens revealing Dean in nothing but his underwear. Which shouldn't have been surprising, I had slept in the same bed as him before. When he catches me licking my lips he smirks at me.

"I was expecting you, Sunshine."

I roll my eyes at him before launching myself into his arms. He catches me easily and he walks us over to the bed.

I snuggle up into him for a while, until I catch his lips with my own. One thing leads to another and I somehow managed to straddle his lap.

I can still hear the storm in the background raging on.

Forgetting all about Seth's warnings, I allow myself to continue with Dean.

And let's just say he makes me completely forget about the storm.

~x~

I sigh contently as I walk down the stairs of Dean's house. I think last night we officially determined the relationship.

I spot him sitting at the kitchen island smoking a cigarette.

"Morning…You know you call me 'Sunshine', I need a nickname for you." I say taking a seat across from him.

"That won't be necessary." He says stonily.

"Oh, and why not?" I ask playfully.

"Look, Elle. Last night was fun, but that's all it was. Some fun." He says shrugging.

"What?" I ask, my voice dying in my throat.

"You were just a one-time thing, Sunshine. Nothing more."

I raise my eyebrows at him, refusing to believe him.

"If I was just a good fuck why did you waste so much time making me feel good about myself?"

"Because no one likes a whiny, insecure, anorexic bitch. That is what you were until I told you all that bullshit."

I try to swallow the lump in my throat but it feels like it's suffocating me. I refuse to cry in front of him though.

I open up my mouth to speak but Dean cuts me off. "I'm going out to get cigarettes, you better be gone before I come back." He says before making his way out of the kitchen and out the door.

Seth was right. Dean did anything and everything to get me to sleep with him. I had never felt so slutty in my life. I had known Dean for about 3 weeks and I had slept with him, even though I had received warnings from one of his close friends.

Knowing that Dean was gone I allow my tears to fall freely as I pack up my clothing. Even the ones scattered across Dean's bedroom floor. They were just a horrible reminder of what I had done.

I had a fleeting thought to trash Dean's house but I knew he could probably get back at me a lot worse.

Instead, I take out a framed picture that I had planned to give to him before I left. I hang the picture up on one of his many blank walls. It was the one Seth took the night of Extreme Rules. I was looking down at his belt with a smile on my face, and he was looking down at me with a matching one on his. Anyone who didn't know the situation might say that we were in love. How wrong they would be.

As a last minute thing I scribble down a note and attach it to the frame. It read

'Dean,

They were right about you. I should've figured. But there was something about you that told me they were wrong, that I shouldn't believe a thing they said. And now, I regret that decision. You made me feel perfect. I remember that night when you told me I was perfect to you. Perfect to fuck that is. But, you know, it's whatever. It's done now. And after the release party I'll never have to see you again. I just…I hope you're happy Dean. I hope you got a major kick out of what you did to me. I actually thought I was gonna be the one to save you from being a whore that toyed with women's emotions. How wrong I was. Just have a nice life, Dean. Hope you don't get any STDs.

Elle

I didn't bother reading over the letter because I knew I had to get out of his house. I was almost positive that it didn't make sense.

Shrugging, I called a cab and tryed to get out of Cincinnati as fast as I could.