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Chapter 10

Punk woke up the next morning to find that Dean had already left. There was a single piece of paper on his pillow with Dean's hand writing on it. Punk picked it up, read the note, and smiled.

Last night was amazing. Text me when you wake up, baby. And don't tell me I can't call you baby.

Dean.

Punk rolled over and reached for his phone on the night stand. Smiling the entire time, he sent a quick text to Dean before getting up completely.

Punk: Good morning.

Dean: Good morning, my love. How are you?

Punk: Fine.

Dean: I'm good too, thanks for asking.

Punk: Why your welcome.

Dean: Can I take you out tonight?

Punk: It depends on what you mean by 'take out'.

Dean: On a date.

Punk looked at the message, considering his answer. He knows he likes Dean, but there are just way too many reasons to not go any further with him. He needs to get over this. He wants to get married, have kids, have a future. And something inside him is telling him that Dean Ambrose is not the answer he is looking for.

Punk: How about this? I will see you at Raw and tell you if you can take me on a date then. Bye, Dean.

Now Dean Ambrose was staring at his phone, only he was not liking what was on the screen whatsoever. He set his phone down after deciding not to reply. He was sitting on the edge of his bed when he saw the door to the hotel room open. Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns walked in and sat on Seth's bed, looking at Dean.

"Yes?" Dean said with a cockiness in his voice.

"We were just making sure you were okay. You didn't come back last night. We went out looking for you this morning, but couldn't find you." Seth seemed liked his worry was legit. But Dean knew it was for different reasons than Roman's worry. Seth had panic in his eyes, obviously thinking that Dean was with Punk.

"Well, thank you for your concern. But I am fine." Dean stood up and headed for the door, but his two tag team partners got up and stood in his way. "What?"

Roman looked threatening. "I just have one question. And please answer it honestly."

"Okay, fine. What is your question". Dean didn't even try to sound calm. He was agitated and he let it show.

"Did you have sex with Punk last night?"

"What makes you think I wasn't just over there hanging out?" Dean smiled sarcastically. The expression on the faces of the two men in front of him didn't change at all. "Fine. Yes we did. Do you have a problem with that?" Dean looked for any changes in their expressions, trying to figure out if they were truly the ones who attacked Punk.

Seth looked like he was about to cry. Roman on the other hand, tried to remain calm. He smiled and patted him on the back. "Good for you. I'm glad your getting somewhere with him."

Dean smiled and gave Roman a hug. He didn't even know where to begin with Seth so he just patted him on the back and walked out of the hotel room. I knew it couldn't of been them who attacked Punk. There is no way they would ever do that to me.

Roman turned to face Seth and quickly pulled him in his arms. Seth gave him a huge hug and tried not to cry. "It's okay. It will all work out in the end."

"How do you know?" It came out of Seth in a whiny, sloppy voice.

"Because Raw is in a couple of days. And we are going to take a little visit to Punk's dressing room." Roman ran his hand through Seth's hair and had a creepy smile on his face. He was determined to end the pain that was coursing through his best friend's body.

Monday Night Raw:

CM Punk sat in his dressing room getting ready for the show. He was pulling his boots on just as there was a knock on the door. He didn't get a chance to get up when it was thrown open and two members of the Shield walked in and quickly shut the door. Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns.

Punk immediately got angry, blood boiling over in his body. His face was red and he was gritting his teeth. He stood up and got in their faces. "What the fuck are you guys doing in here? Do you want to get your asses beat?"

Punk started walking towards them but stopped when he noticed that Seth was holding a crow bar. "Take another step and your going to regret it." There was hatred and anger in his eyes.

"What do you want?" Punk was trying to stay calm. Normally, he wouldn't care and attack them as fast as he could. But considering there were two of them, a big bulky Roman Reigns, and a crazy love-sick man with a crow bar, Seth Rollins, he decided not to. And in addition, he still wasn't a hundred-percent.

Seth lowered his arm so that it, and the crow bar, laid at his side. He didn't want to have to use it, but he would if he absolutely had to. "We know what happened last night."

It was a short and simple statement, but Punk felt the anger as well as the hurt in Seth's voice. "And?" He was not understanding the point. "Dean is a big boy. He can do what he wants. And I can most definitely do what I fucking want." Punk didn't realize that he was yelling and Seth slowly raised the crow bar to try and silence him.

"I don't want you to see Dean ever again. Understand? You and him are over." He squinted his eyes and tried to read the reaction on Punk's face. He raised his weapon up higher to put emphasis on his words.

"First of all, there is nothing to end between us. We aren't even together. And second, who the hell are you to threaten me?" Punk clenched his fists, getting ready to swing if need be.

This time, Roman stepped forward and with his size, his presence was definitely felt. "I believe we are the ones with the weapons. And you are outnumbered, Punk. Stay away from Dean, or you will be dealing with us."

Punk's eyes were as wide as they could be. Seth and Roman slowly turned around and left the dressing room, leaving a very confused and extremely angry CM Punk. And there is another reason why me and Dean should not be together.

A/N: So, Dean is convinced it's not his best friends. And Punk continues to be threatened. What do you guys think of it? Please review and let me know what you think will happen. Thank you for reading. :)