Chapter Ten

Warning:Alright, guys. There's a little bit of sexiness included in here. Other than that, mainly just harsh language. Also: This chapter is super long.

Disclaimer:I own everything you don't know.

Jon and Cassie had split for the night after their talk about Vegas. They had a tight, long hug, and then Jon told Cassie he would come to her room the next morning to come meet her. Cassie headed back, showered, slipped on pajamas and was in her bed in seconds.

She woke up the next morning to the door being cracked open. She yawned and lifted her head, blinking slowly. Her eyes found the door and she grinned slightly as she saw a mess of blonde hair.

"You don't lock your door?" Jon asked, chuckling as he made his way inside. Cassie shook her head and grinned, sitting up slowly.

"Not on the nights Pam goes out. But, looks like she didn't exactly make it home." She chuckled. She stretched her arms out and yawned again, sliding out of bed. "Just gimme a minute to shower and throw some clothes on and I'll be right out."

"Take your time. Our flight leaves in an hour and we're only ten minutes from the airport." Cassie smiled and shook her head. She grabbed her staple; denim shorts and a t-shirt, heading out the door.

Ten minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom. She didn't bother putting makeup on, and had only thrown her hair into a pony tail. She didn't feel the need to dress up, especially around Jon. She grabbed her duffle bag and slipped her boots on. "Some dude came by and grabbed my suitcase before I fell asleep last night."

"Ah, yeah." Jon nodded. He stood up from the couch. "Vince sent him. Said I had enough on my mind. I told the guy to come ask for yours too."

"Well thanks." Cassie gave him a slight smile. "You ready to go?"

"Ready." Jon nodded. He grabbed her duffle from her and grinned crookedly at her slightly shocked face. He chuckled, shrugging. "What?" He asked. "I can't be a nice guy once in a while?" Cassie grinned at him, shaking her head. She held her hands up.

"Alright, Casanova, let's get a move on."

The car ride and plane ride over to Vegas was filled with the two catching up, laughing about how Colby had just flailed and acted panicky around the both of them, scared to say the wrong thing apparently.

When they got off the plane, Jon went and grabbed a rental car from the agency and they were on their way back to his place. Cassie was slightly surprised by what she saw.

The house was in a gated community, first off. Not something you'd expect a man like Jon Good to pick for his neighborhood. Then, the house wasn't huge, or small. It was right in the middle. Cozy, yet spacious. There was a huge lawn, and a pool.

Jon must have seen the surprise look on her face, because when she turned to look at him, he laughed. "What?" He asked. "You expected some sketchy apartment on the wrong side of town or some shit like that, didn't you?"

"Hey!" Cassie laughed loudly, holding her hands up. "I didn't exactly expect a big house with a pool in some ritzy neighborhood, Jon."

"Alright, Ms. Stereotypical." Jon winked over at her. "Come on, let me show you around." He got out and grabbed their suitcases, heading inside. Cassie grabbed her duffle and followed, letting out a low whistle.

"It's nice." She told him, looking around. Her bright blue eyes took it all in. Jon was beside her after taking her suitcase upstairs, his arms crossed against his broad chest. He had a faint smile on his handsome face.

"When I started making the money I do now, this was the first thing I bought." Jon told her, his eyes running over the interior of the large foyer. "I figured that if one day, I wanted to settle down, this is where I would want 'em to grow up."

"Makes enough sense." Cassie said, nodding. "It really is a beautiful house." Jon's eyes slid to hers and he just smiled. "C'mon," He told her. "I'll show you your room."

After a brief tour of the gorgeous house, Cassie was led to a guest bedroom. It was plain, but with what it did have in decorations made it seem homey, not overdone. "Who decorated it?"

"Joe's girlfriend Adeline did." Jon chuckled. He rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged. "I'm not much for decorating."

Cassie flashed him a smile. She ran her fingers through her long hair, her head tilting as she looked over at him. "So," She said. "What are the plans for tonight?"

"I figured I'd take you out for dinner, maybe to a club or two." Jon shrugged. He smiled at her. "That sound okay?" He asked.

"That sounds great." Cassie smiled at him. She checked the time. Five o'clock. "When do you wanna go?" She asked.

Jon pursed his lips. "Start gettin' ready now." With that, the blonde disappeared. Cassie shrugged. She made her way over to her suitcase and pulled out a black dress, grinning. She was going to show Jon exactly what he'd missed that night he'd gotten wasted, and…violated by that blonde whore.

An hour later, Cassie was dressed. She was wearing a small black strapless dress that hugged her curves perfectly, and black heels. Her hair was curled, and for once, she put a lot of effort into her makeup. She gave herself a once over and headed downstairs, looking for Jon.

"Hey, doll face, are you-"She heard his sharp intake of breath and spun to face him. She grinned crookedly as she saw him swallow thickly, blinking repeatedly. His ice blue eyes raked over her body before they found her face. They were slightly glazed.

"Holy shit, Cass. You look fucking amazing." He breathed, shaking his head.

"You look good too, Jon." She told him honestly, with a soft chuckle. He was dressed in a pair of light colored slacks, a black buttondown, a white tie, and his hair was slicked back. He looked really, really good, actually.

Her eyes found his again and he shook his head, a crooked grin on his face. He placed a hand on her lower back and led her out to his car.

"So," She said. "You gonna tell me where we're going?"

"You like Italian, right?" Jon asked her, flashing a grin.

Two and a half hours later and the two were walking into a club together. They'd had a nice dinner, laughing and talking about their days in indie companies. Jon told her stories of a crazy ring rat, of his drunken death match. Cassie told Jon about her strange introduction to Colby Lopez, and how her old promoters banned her from matches for a few months until she learned to "stop fighting like the guys".

Jon had his arm around Cassie as he led her to the bar. After trying to get her to order a drink and failing, he ordered a beer and a shot of Jack Daniels for himself. He took the shot and nursed the beer quietly. He leaned over to whisper in her ear.

"You havin' fun?"

Cassie nodded with a smile. She took his hands and tugged him out to the dance floor. He flushed, rubbing the back of his neck with a grin. "I don't dance." He told her.

"Well too bad." Cassie winked.

She moved her hips against his. A little smirk crossed Jon's face and he chuckled. He set his beer on a nearby table and put his hands on her hips, his forehead leaning down to rest against hers. He thrusted his hips forward against hers, his face falling to rest in her neck. Cassie's arms snaked around his neck. She grinned as she felt something against her, and heard him groan, when she rolled her hips against his. She shivered as he sucked at her neck lightly, a content sigh leaving her hips.

"Now this dancing," Jon pulled back to look down at her. His eyebrow quirked up. "This I like." He winked. Cassie chuckled softly and placed her hand on his cheek.

"You do realize you're not gettin' any, right?"

Jon pouted and bumped his hips against her. He chuckled as she kept her stern expression and nodded. "Alright, alright."

"You wanna get out of here?" She asked, with a smile. "Head back to your place and just hang out?"

"Sure." Jon nodded.

After the drive back to Jon's place, Cassie threw on a baggy t-shirt and pajama pants. She plopped down on his living room couch next to the muscular blonde man, who was dressed in a pair of checkered pants and a grey wife beater tank top. He hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her close, snuggling his face into her neck.

"I'm glad you came to Vegas with me, Cass." He whispered.

"I am too, Jon." Cassie smiled. She kissed the side of his face gently. "And, I'm glad you chased me down in that parkinglot yesterday."

Jon smiled. He paused for a moment or two before his hand cupped her chin. Without any words, he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers in a gentle kiss. Cassie melted into him, her eyes sliding shut. It was a soft, sweet kiss. He pulled back, looking down at her. He flashed her a grin and turned, looking at the television. He picked up the remote and turned it on, handing it to her.

"Jon?"

"Mhm?"

"Have you ever heard of Sam and Dean Winchester?"

A/N: Alright, Ya'll. *throws confetti* that was the longest chapter of a story I've ever written!

I'd like to thank Bunny's daughter, writergrrrl and everyone who favorited or followed after the last chapter!

Now, I've concretely decided that at 13 chapters, this story will end, and the sequel will begin!

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