Chapter 10:
Dean and Brenna woke abruptly when the mattress shifted heavily the following morning. Dean lifted onto his elbow to look over Brenna's shoulder at Seth, who'd unceremoniously plopped himself into their bubble. Brenna, who'd been lying with her back to Dean's chest, giggled at Seth's childlike demeanor.
Dean reached across the woman and punched Seth's arm. "Dude! What the hell was that for? I was just trying to share the love." He rubbed his arm and Brenna laughed.
Roman, who'd watched the scene unfold, put his arm around Jessica while they chuckled at the interaction. Jessica was the first to speak. "Well, Ms. Daniels, I happen to have the deed to your new home and the second set of keys for you." Brenna smiled widely. "Everything went through yesterday evening."
Seth smirked, "I came to tell you yesterday night, but once I reached the door, there were some very… lude noises coming from the kitchen. I figured it could wait another night." Seth wiggled his eyebrows at Brenna, who was blushing furiously.
Brenna tried to stand from the mattress to walk over to Jessica, but found herself bound down by Dean, who wouldn't let go. "Dean."
Dean tried to look innocent, "What? I was comfortable! If we ignore them, they might leave."
Brenna rolled her eyes before she managed to get out of his grip. As she rolled to her knees, Dean suddenly threw the blanket over her. "What the fuck, Dean?"
"You're in my shirt…only my shirt. Everyone was gonna see your ass." Brenna blushed.
Seth took the opportunity to rib them once again. "It's pretty obvious to everyone here that y'all are fucking. Any chance you might tie the lunatic down?" He asked looking curiously at Brenna as she stood, blanket wrapped around her.
"I have no intention of tying anyone down—especially the lunatic."
"That one hurt…just a little," Dean feigned a chest pain.
Brenna hugged Jessica with one arm as she handed her the keys and deed. "So, neighbor, how about you come to mine and Roman's house for dinner after you wear yourself out moving in?"
Brenna grinned, "I would love to. And I need to meet Miss Leila. Joe talks about you two a lot."
Roman pulls Jess closer to him by her hip, "Damn right, I do."
Brenna was slightly jealous of the relationship they had. She wanted that too. One night stands with a co-worker wasn't the connection she longed for. She just hoped she could smother the fire that Dean ignited when he touched her.
It wasn't long before Brenna found herself alone in her new home. Roman and Jessica had gone home to spend some quality time with their daughter. Seth had gone home to his girl. Dean had gone to his condo to await his delivery.
The place seemed so big and empty after Jess and the guys left with the mattress and linens. She wouldn't have to wait long before the truck from the furniture store arrived. Piece by piece her furniture arrived. The delivery guys were very patient with her as she told them where to place each item. They even helped assemble her bed and dresser. The tech guy hooked up her television and accessories for her. While the assembling took place, Brenna baked cookies for them as a thank you.
By 5pm, the delivery crew had left and Brenna had managed to make the living areas look like a real home—hanging pictures and mirrors, placing décor items. She felt at home. She did her laundry and re-packed her bags to head out the following day. All-in-all, she'd accomplished a lot. And she was feeling it. Her shoulders ached and her legs felt like jelly from all of the bending she'd been doing. She was suddenly glad she had accepted Jessica's dinner invitation. She didn't feel like she would be able to stand to cook.
Brenna trudged across her yard and into Roman's, feeling exhaustion consume her the entire way. She didn't even bother pulling on shoes; she left her cut-off denim shorts and her tee shirt in place. Of course, Dean's was the first face she saw as she stepped into the living room.
"You look like shit." He had such a way with words.
Brenna feigned adoration, "Be still my beating heart! Dean Ambrose just insulted me." She then rolled her eyes and plopped down on the couch. She didn't even get a chance to see the others before she passed out. She didn't even get to enjoy dinner.
Roman and Jess made their way into the room to greet their new guest, but stopped short.
"Damn. She sat down like 2 minutes ago. She must've been beat," Dean observed.
Jess moved over to check that she was still breathing. "Poor thing must be exhausted." She stood and moved toward the kitchen, "I'll fix her a plate for later. Can you guys carry her home and put her dinner in the fridge?"
Roman nodded grabbing the plate of food while Dean picked Brenna up carefully in his arms. Instinctively, even in her sleep, she shifted closer to him. She intuitively found comfort in Dean, and even subconsciously, she turned to him. Dean just smirked down at her as he carried her through the door Roman had opened to her house.
"I'm gonna put her in bed before I head home. You can just put that in the fridge. Maybe leave a note on the counter for her."
Roman nodded, but observed how Dean was being so careful with the woman. He'd never seen him actively try to care for anyone. It was refreshing. Roman set the plate in the fridge and did as Dean said—leaving a note on the counter.
Dean laid Bren gently in the bed and moved the covers around her. She never even flinched, staying very much asleep. Dean looked down at her sleeping form, pushing her hair gently from her face. Before he could leave, he placed a light kiss to her lips. "Sleep tight, doll."
AN: This is certainly not my favorite chapter. I didn't even proof read it, but I hope it fills in the gap between this previous and next chapters well.