The bus ride seemed never ending. Dean and Callie past the time giving the other passengers nick names. There was mouth breath , a man who had slept a good part of the way. His mouth hanging wide open, with a whistle coming from his mouth. There was also a set of blonde boy no older than seven, that manage to sit in front of Dan and Callie the whole ride. They sat in their seats facing them just staring. At first Dean and Callie tried smile waved, all they got back was the two staring back at them blankly. Finally when Callie slept Dean tried making mean faces sticking his tongue out and finally he flipped both of them off. This caused a giggle and caused them to finally turn around and face front.

Finally arriving they found a place to stay. It was still hard to get used to the fact that nobody really ever took pause when they handed their ID. There still a lingering feeling that somebody will figure it out that something will come back when their names are run.

Callie find a job as a bank teller, she was proud. It felt like a real job. Dean got a job at delivery company. They had flexible hours with allowed him to train when he want to. He found a wrestle school. After his first day he realized he had a lot of work to do. He through himself in. He felt he had to prove himself. It was a different breed here. People didn't come to hang out. It wasn't just a gym, people came here to train and learn to wrestle.

It was different there. It smelt different sounded different the sun shine was even different. There was a vibe no one was really settled. People had wither just moved there or were only passing through. The weather added to the almost dream like Atmosphere. Everyday was like the one before. Nothing changed.

...

Dean wiped his face, and took a long drink of water. "Good job man." Dean nodded toward Mike. He had been at the school for two years. Dean loved working with him. He worked with people and not just trying to make himself look good. He had a ton of ring knowledge. He had really reached out to Tina when he first got there. Not only with wrestling but helping him learn his way around.

"Sorry I screwed that roll up," Dean shook his head.

"Yeah but you pulled right though," Mike waved his hand. "You ever look into to Puerto Rico? Little bit crazier down there, but you can make good money fast. And man you are good they would love you."

"Money is always good," Dean raised his eyebrows. Callie carried most the bills. With Dean's training schedule it didn't leave much time for a full time job.

"About three weeks I am going down," Mike said, "got room if you want come along."

"Let me think about it," Dean nodded.

"Don't think to long or to hard," Mike joked.

Dean found Callie in the kitchen when he got home. "How was today," she asked with a smile. She supported Dean but he had gotten into more hard core wrestling. She couldn't watch matches with glass, metal and wire. Dean always seemed ok, it could not be easy on the body. Callie noticed the scars on other guys. And the men that walk with lamps bad backs bad Memes long before they should have.

"Good, hard," Dean shrugged. "I talked to this guy today, well he offered." He watched Callie. He had always believed she would marry. Sadly with their family probably the wrong guy, just to get way. And she would move, maybe even have kids. But then their lives turn a hard turn. And it seemed almost weird and unfair to leave her. "He is going to Puerto Rico."

"For wrestling," Callie asked.

"Yeah, leaves in three weeks."

"For good," Callie stopped. She too was sure Dean would leave the house. Maybe drive truck or work on a fish boat. She figured he would travel. But now they seemed like a package.

"No like six month maybe," Dean answered.

"Oh," Callie tried to not sound disappointed or sad. It was normal. This is what they came here for. "You are going?"

"It is good money, good experience."

"You should," Callie smiled.

"Will you be ok," he asked.

"Yes," Callie laughed," maybe I can finally meet a guy. Guys don't find it cool when you live with your big brother." Dean smiled.

"If you need me for anything," Dean stopped.

"It will be fine, go," Callie shook her head.

...

Dean made arrangements and Callie felt good about it. They had become almost to close. She heard comments people made at the school. It was just hard to let people in making friends seemed unnatural. When Callie thought about it had been that way for years. They never let anyone to there house in Ohio. At first it was because their mother was sick. Than because they never knew what their father would be like. Their world had been small for years. It was just not as noticeable in a small town.

Now it was more a matter of keeping their story straight. Remembering all the details but not forcing them, or making to sound memorized. And still the fear of being found out. What people knew of them was not everything. And what would anyone thing if they found out? It wasn't fair to bring others in to what could be a mess.

"Last night," Callie smiled at Dean. He had a finally match before he left. By this time next week Dean would be in Puerto Rico.

"Yes," Dean smiled, "we are going out after. You coming?"

"No, I got work."

"Well, hopefully this will pay off," Dean had a lot of guilt of not being able to help as much.

"Oh one day," Callie joked, "I plan to live off your huge checks that you make."

"Well it might be a bit," Dean stood.

"Good luck, I will see you at home," Callie smiled and headed out to her seat.

The match was normal, Callie sat watching. Smiling as people made comments about Dean. The girls always made her laugh. How could they find any of this sexy? She stopped at a man leaning against the wall. He wore a suit, no one ever wear suits to theses show. He seemed to be watching Dean intensely. Callie looked back at the ring, Dean didn't notice he was lost in his match.

Callie moved from her chair to the wall. She noticed the suited man had his cell phone out. Her heart raced. He had to be a police officer an investigator. Some how they had been found. Maybe it was Dean booking a fight? Maybe it was the background they did at her work. Callie made her way to the tiny dressing room. She found Dean's bag shoving his things in it. She kept her eyes toward the door. The crowd clapped, the match had to be over. She could hear the muffled sound of voices on the mic. She was bouncing waiting for Dean to walk back. She went to the back door. There were no police cars, but maybe they were unmarked? Deans voice made her turn, he was followed by a few people.

"Dean," Callie almost run to him, "we have to go."

"Wait," Dean almost laughed. Than he noticed Callie looking around, pure fear on her face.

"Go through the front with the crowd," Callie whisper. "I will tell you on the way." Dean understood something had happened.

They turned to leave, ignoring anyone who tried to stop them. Callie looked up seeing the suited man still leaning on the wall. He stood straight when he saw Dean. "Just keep going," Callie whispered. Dean realized her fear. This wasn't a normal guy who came to watch some amateur wrestling show.

"Son," Dean stopped as if someone through a wall up. The air was gone from the room, the wall seem to being closing in. "Great match," he handed Dean a card. Dean couldn't take his eyes off him. He turned walking away. Dean grabbed Callie's arm.

"Why did he leave," Callie asked. She was sure they would be handcuffed. Maybe he didn't know all the details and wanted them to come talk to him.

Dean finally looked down at the card. His eyes narrowed as if he didn't understand what it said. Finally Callie grabbed it. "Crayon Ceman," she read. She looked at Dean who hadn't stopped watching the door. "Talent Development and talent scout WWE."