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Flashbacks are in italics.
I do not know any characters or their families from this story, it's all from my stupid imagination.
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'Flesh wound, flesh wound
With medication it will fade
Should I assume
That someone hears me when I pray?
Love, full of hate
Don't you love how I break?'
Throw me away- Korn
"Sammy wake up!" Lexie angrily whispered leaning over a sleeping Sammy shaking her shoulder. "Wake up!"
Sammy grumbled lowly into her pillow, her blonde hair a tangled mess and the nape of her neck clammy. Sammy's stomach churned and her mouth felt dryer than a desert, she was pretty certain that the moment she'd crack an electric grey eye her head would start to pound on her like the traitor that it was.
Lexie jumped onto Sammy's bed, folding her legs Indian style under her as she gave Sammy another shake.
Sammy groaned loudly again, waving a hand around absently failing to bat her friend away.
"You have to wake up!" Lexie whined slumping forward placing her raven haired head on the small of Sammy's back. She began gently head butting her friend.
Sammy flipped on to her front quickly forcing Lexie to sit up. She slowly cracked one eye staring at her friend for the smallest of seconds before slamming her eye closed again.
"What time is it?" Sammy groaned, throwing her arm over her eyes.
"Just past nine," Lexie replied.
"Garghhhhh," Sammy whined loudly, instantly regretting it as her head began to ache. "Wake me up in another four hours." She went to turn over again when Lexie grabbed her arm and pulled her back to face her.
Lexie stared at her friend's sleepy face. "I slept with Seth."
Sammy's eyes instantly opened wide and she stared at Lexie for a second before she sat up quickly, her hair falling wildly onto her face. "What? When? How?" Sammy stopped only to start up again before Lexie even had a chance to speak. "I thought you fancied Roman? How did I not see you two last night?"
"He stayed in my room last night, and it was amazing!" Lexie smiled coyly. "You didn't see us flirting because you were dry humping Dean all night."
Instantly Sammy threw a hand up and put it to her head. She remembered grinding against him, her plump lips and his little rosebud mouth attached all night. She remembered deciding that she wanted him that night, wanted to be with him again, and she remembered telling him how badly she wanted him and then nothing. She couldn't remember a thing.
She looked down quickly, not feeling an ache between her thighs. Not feeling the familiar memory of Dean. Had he passed out? Had they even screwed?
"Yeah and you know I don't do that often," Lexie continued. "And then when I woke up he was gone!" She whined.
Sammy narrowed her eyes in on Lexie.
"Unless you're sitting on Dean right now," Lexie looked down at the empty bed. "I'm going to guess they're in the gym and they'll be back any time now."
Lexie's mouth dropped open slightly. "Oh," she said slowly, her eyes wide.
She dived suddenly in the air causing Sammy to jump before charging out of the room. "Shit! I've got to shower," Lexie screamed, finally realising that she would see Seth again soon, whether either of them liked it or not.
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"You seem pretty comfortable here? Seems like you know every old drunk in this bar," Sammy said trying to make conversation with a miserable Dean as she picked at the label of her beer bottle her big silvery eyes never leaving Dean's icy orbs. He sat next to her on a bar stool, his dishwater blonde hair was fluffy and wild and his face was covered in a grizzly dusting of stubble.
"Practically grew up here," he groused swallowing his fifth straight whiskey of the night with one gulp.
They were spending their last night together in the bar that Dean has insisted on going to before they both headed to opposite sides of the country, Dean for a match, Sammy for a show. They had planned to have a couple of drinks before sleeping in the back of one of their cars in the parking lot. Sammy had thought he'd want to see his friends again before he left Cincinnati again, but he'd insisted on coming a small dive of a bar on the wrong side of town. Sammy didn't care where they went, as long as they were together. But he'd been miserable since they'd walked through the swinging doors and it was starting to piss her off.
He stared forward his eyes raking across the dusty liquor bottles that lined the shelves of the bar.
"Jesus, will you cheer up!" Sammy said with a huff, flicking her long hair from her face. He threw her a dirty look before holding his glass in the air the bartender pouring him another whiskey within seconds. He swallowed that in one too, his face not even twitching at the burn. "And maybe you wanna' slow down on them? You've got a long drive tomorrow."
Dean turned to face her, his eyes murderous, his lip curling. "Would you quit fucking bitching? You're meant to be an easy lay and a good time," Sammy narrowed her eyes in on him angry. "And right now you're boring me."
Before Sammy could even respond Dean got up and headed down the bar being handed another whiskey as he did. He waltzed cockily across the sticky floor seating himself with an arrogant smirk with a group of young women, who all smiled flirtatiously as he sat down.
Shaking her head slowly Sammy couldn't believe how much of dick he was being. She took a swig of her bottle as a dark haired middle aged man sat beside her.
"Your boyfriend being a jerk?" He nodded over to Dean who already had one of the laughing women on his lap.
Sammy smiled sadly at the ageing man. She wondered what he'd do if she said yes? Nothing, that's what he'd do. Everybody was too scared of Dean to do anything to him, his sheer size and attitude making everyone who didn't know him nervous. Well he didn't make her nervous and two could play the game he was playing. "He's not my boyfriend," she smiled, batting her lashes at the older man.
"Really?" He stuck a calloused tanned hand out to her. "Names Craig."
Sammy shook it politely. "Sammy."
"You one of those wrestling girls? Is that how you know Ambrose?"
She rolled her eyes. "No, we're just friends." She said before continuing. "Why is it that everywhere we've gone in this city people know him? It's like he's a fucking hero returning from war or something not just a stupid wrestler," she moaned.
She couldn't wait to walk into a bar where the name Dean Ambrose meant nothing.
Craig chuckled deeply. "You listen here girly, I like me' some real sport like football and baseball. I don't know him from that, I know his mom." He took a swig of his drink. "And she sure likes to brag about him."
Sammy's eyed widened and she spun in her chair to look at Dean who's face was nuzzled into the random girls neck. She felt like she'd been stabbed in the stomach. She contemplated leaving, just taking off but she knew she'd drank far too much to drive.
"Matter of fact, here she is now," Craig continued.
"What?!" Sammy snapped following Craig's lined eyes across the room to the doorway.
Walking into the bar was a tall women, her hair tied back lazily with an elastic though a few dirty blonde curls framed her face. Her skin was aged and pale and she had deep bags under her eyes.
Sammy stood quickly, unsure of what to do as Dean's mother scanned the bar her eyes sweeping across her only son. Her tobacco stained fingers shot up to her small mouth as she stared on in shock.
Sammy felt rooted to the spot as she watched Dean's mother suddenly rush across the room only stopping when she stood in front of Dean and his lady friend. Sammy's breath caught in her throat as she stared at his mother's back willing her to move so she could see Dean's face. To see if he was okay.
She watched and watched, unable to move, unable to breath for what seemed like an eternity before Dean suddenly stood, towering over his already tall mother, the girl on his lap falling to the floor in a heap.
Dean's eyes were wide and maddening, his jaw was clenched and Sammy could see he was rubbing his hand across his chest. For a second she actually thought he might lash out, only for him to push past his mother and storm across the bar.
"Sammy, we're leaving!" He barked.
As if someone had slapped her awake Sammy was suddenly able to move again and she followed him quickly out of the bar. She followed silently as she watched him drunkenly make his way to his beat up car.
"Are you okay?" she asked as he finally got to the door and began fumbling with his keys.
He ignored her.
Dean opened the driver's side of the car and was about to get in when Sammy grasped his strong shoulder. "You can't drive Dean, you're wasted."
Dean shrugged her touch off him as quickly as it landed. He turned to stare at her viciously. "Don't tell me what the fuck I can and can't do." He clicked his tongue as he leaned back against the car. "You really are stupid if you think you mean enough to me to listen," his accent was thick and his words cut like a knife.
Sammy stared on in disbelief. She wanted to be there for him, she knew he must be hurting inside and she knew he was lashing out at her because of it.
"I know you're upset and angry, but you need to calm down-" Sammy began before being interrupted.
Dean stalked forward slowly forcing her to take a step backwards. "Upset and angry?!" He scoffed. "I'm just perfect," he said baring his teeth at her. "In fact I feel fucking incredible," he did a little dance, swinging his shoulders from side to side whilst continuing to take deliberate steps towards her as she stepped backwards again, her eyes narrowed in on him angrily. "You scared?" He asked with a sickening smirk as she backed into the side of her car.
She shook her head. "Well I would be if I were you, little girl." He continued as his strong muscular arms leaned on the side of the car entrapping her small frame. "Because I am feeling fucking fantastic," he almost shouted before letting a loud manic laugh escape his perfect lips. "And when I'm feeling this good there is only one way to make the night better, and that's making someone bleed."
"I don't see a ring," Sammy spat, her anger rising from her boots.
Dean sniggered. "No. But I do see a slut." He said the words slowly, meaningfully. Sammy could feel her eyes brimming with tears as he placed his big arms on her slender arms pinning them to her sides. "Nobody gives a fuck when a stripper whore gets bloody-"
Suddenly a strong Ohio accent rang through both their ears. "Is that how you speak to women? Is that how I raised you?"
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Running a hand through his shaggy freshly washed hair Dean jogged slowly up Sammy's steep flight of steps, Roman and Seth following him.
"I'm just saying man," Seth laughed. "You've got a girlfriend, that you were with last night, and I'm still getting more pussy than you."
Dean wanted to punch his friend in his face. His balls were bluer than a smirf.
He turned to glare at Seth's sniggering face. "Tell him Rome, he's letting the team down! Dean you need to just bend her over and fuck the shit out of her," Dean stopped on the smelly staircase his eyes narrowing in on his long time friend. "The Shield hasn't got time for your pent up blue balls."
Roman chuckled deeply as they began walking again. "He's probably still getting more than me. Carla hasn't opened those magic gates in months."
Seth huffed. "I'm in a team with two whipped old men."
They made their way to the apartment door, Dean casually strolling inside first finding Sammy heaving over the kitchen sink.
Her hair was piled high on the top of her head, a few wavy straggly ends hanging down messily around her. Sammy's eyes were still glazed over and her mascara was smudged around her eyes, her skin seemed to be grey instead of its usual translucent white.
She turned to face the three men as they entered showing them that she was wearing a baggy Shield T-shirt, a pair of dark shorts covering her thighs.
Dean smiled at her as he headed towards her. She looked ill and tired, and ye he thought she still looked beautiful.
"I think I'm going to die," she said sadly, poking her thick lower lip out pitifully holding her arms out so that Dean walked within them. She wrapped her arms around him burying her face within his chest as he placed his large hands on the small of her back. "I blame you."
"Me?" He laughed. "Why you blaming me sweetheart?"
Her reply was muffled. "You got me drunk."
He laughed loudly, his sparkling blue eyes alight. "You did a pretty good job of that yourself." Dean placed a gentle kiss on her head. "You and Seth feeding you shots."
Sammy pulled her eyes back, a confused expression covering her face before she looked around Dean's muscular frame her eyes narrowing in on Seth who sat on a kitchen stool.
"You!" She said dramatically. "First you give me this deadly fucking hangover," Seth smiled cheekily at her. "Then you screw my friend forcing her to wake me up at nine a.m. to tell me all about it!"
Seth chocolate brown eyes widened though his smile never dropped.
"Don't worry, you rated well."
Sammy turned her attention back to Dean looking up at him with wide eyes. He stared down at her with a playful smirk. "Thanks for coming last night," Sammy said softly.
Dean eyes lit up, thinking of a way to fuck with her. "I did come."
"Oh yeah?" Sammy said her face confused though she tried desperately to hide it.
"Yeah," Dean groused his tongue sticking out slightly. "You enjoy baby?"
Sammy nodded slowly, starting to think that they must have slept together. "It was great, exactly how I wanted our first time again to be."
Dean nodded, enjoying her blatant lies.
"What was your favourite part?" He whispered huskily.
Sammy's eyes darted nervously from side to side. "Umm, it was all great baby."
"But your favourite part?"
"I liked it when you-" As Sammy spoke Lexie breezed into the room and Sammy used it as a distraction. She moved around Dean watching her friend.
Lexie looked as if she was about to go out for a night out in Hollywood. Her long raven hair was curled to perfection and her eyelashes were long and flirty. Her red lips stood out against the knee length white dress she wore with a long silver cross necklace dangling around her neck and her legs were tanned and smooth, her large round breasts peeking from the top of her dress.
Seth's dark eyes followed her across the room as she casually seated herself opposite him, a light blush already creeping up her olive cheeks.
"Hey," Seth smiled at her. "You look great, I like your dress."
Lexie smiled widely at him. "Oh this old thing," she tried to play it cool. "I've had it forever, I think. I like wearing white now and again," she rambled on to the delight of everyone else who smiled on at her. "It makes me feel clean. Not that I'm not clean, I'm totally clean. Really clean. Like two showers a day clean. No stains on me or my dress." Her eyes flashed nervously to Seth. "Or any STI'S either. Totally clean. No herpes here, no sir."
Dean couldn't help but let out a throaty laugh as he wrapped his arms around Sammy's waist from behind. "Good try sweetheart," he whispered in her ear as Seth began talking animatedly to Lexie and Roman began playing with his phone.
"What?" Sammy asked, leaning back so that Dean's stubbly cheek brushed against her own.
"We didn't fuck." Sammy stiffened knowing she'd been caught out. "You passed out."
"Oh." All Sammy could say her lips pursed as she thought quickly. "I must have had a great dream," she turned wrapping her arms around his neck. "You were great. A for effort."
The rest of the morning passed quickly, Seth and Lexie seemed to be constantly talking, loud bursts of laughter escaping their lips. Roman seemed to be texting constantly or on his phone in the hallway, and Sammy and Dean lounged comfortably on the sofa, their fingers interlocked.
Sammy's phone began to ring loudly and she jumped from the couch quickly. "Shit, it's the organiser of the exhibition." She muttered before answering the phone as Dean sat up straighter. "Hello," she said. Dean watched as she nodded her head slowly. "Oh okay," her voice dropped and Dean's stomach began to churn, nerves in his stomach stronger than he'd felt before any match he'd ever had. "Yeah," she mumbled, her fingers instantly beginning to nervously play at the hem of her shirt. "Yeah I understand. Thanks."
Dean stood quickly as she hung up the phone, her eyes wide and watery. Lexie, Seth and Roman watched on quietly.
"I," she gulped. "I didn't sell enough photos, there not going to give me a follow up exhibition." She tossed her phone to the couch. "That's it, it's done." She stuttered out before turning away and walking quickly towards her bedroom, Dean following her closely behind.
She slammed the door behind her, almost smacking Dean in the face. He took in a deep breath before following her inside closing the door behind him.
"Shit," Lexie mumbled, burying her hand in her hair.
Seth made an uncomfortable face. "This might not be the right time to admit that I ignored what she said and bought one the photos."
Lexie jumped in. "Do not tell her! If she didn't sell many and she knows you were one of the buyers it'll hurt her even more."
Seth nodded as Roman spoke. "Which one you buy bro?"
Seth turned his dark eyes onto Lexie's ghostly green eyes. "The one of you in the desert."
Lexie was sure her heart skipped a beat.