Seth kept his head down, pulling his bag behind him. He hoped no one would stop him. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate fans, or not want to talk to people. It was just the stress of travel. It would be a long day of flying. Honestly he hoped he would just pass out.

The few days he got to spend with Zahra were nice. They talked about what they would do for the holidays. She didn't like spending time at his families. None of them were supportive of their relationship. Zahra wasn't close with her family. Maybe they would just make it about the two of them. That was all he needed, they needed. It least he wouldn't feel like he was walking on eggshells. Isabella became so distant that time of year. Guilt washed over him, A) for blaming her. After what she had been through, he had no right to judge her, and B, Isabella had creep in his mind again.

….

Seth found his gate, took a seat. He pulled his phone out, he knew Sheamus and Dean were on his flight. He glanced around not seeing them. "I really think," Seth looked up seeing Charlotte and Natalya, "I mean come on. They go back to the hotel together. Of course Tyler is going to be mad."

"Were they that serious," Charlotte asked. Neither seemed to notice Seth.

"But still," Natalya shook her head. "She is a nice girl. I think they are cute together. I mean not everyone could handle Dean. He seem so protective over her."

"She looked upset, when Tyler walked away. He didn't have to do that in front of everyone." Charlotte looked at Seth, she smiled and waved. Seth did the same, trying to act like he hadn't hear their conversation. "Hey there."

"Hey," Seth stood letting one of them take his seat.

"Anyone else here," Natalya asked.

"No," Seth shook his head.

"Oh, wait," Charlotte pointed everyone turned watching Dean walk toward them.

"How is Isabella," Natalya asked. Dean looked at Seth. Why couldn't people leave this alone?

"Good, on her way."

"Sucks they flew her on a different flight," Natalya said. "It was nice of you to see her off." Dean only nodded. Seth started to bounce on the balls of his feet. His nostrils flared, Dean wonder if he knew he was doing it.

"I am going to get a coffee," Seth spoke up, taking his bag and leaving.

"God Natalya," Charlotte hit her, "award much."

"What," Natalya rubbed her her arm, Charlotte raised her eyebrows tossing her head in the direction Seth had walked off. "Oh," Natalya shook her head. "I am sorry," she turned to Dean. "I guess I shouldn't have said anything."

"Nothing to say," Dean shrugged, "I going to find a bathroom." The girls watched him walk down the hall, turning into the bar.

"Never a dull moment," Natalya laughed.

….

Isabella looked out her window, the ground below was becoming clearer. She was happy she was on a flight with no one else. She would be happier when this week was over. Why did she think seeing Tyler would work? Why couldn't her and Dean just be friends? Why did everyone think they were sleeping together?

"Oh my god," Isabella covered her face. Dean laughed looking down at her laptop screen. "What the hell! Why would you do that?"

"I really wanted to break into wrestling," Dean laughed. He had shown Isabella early matches from his career. They were violent and bloody, his character was darker.

"Dean," Isabella looked at the screen with wide eyes, "I hope you got paid."

"This match," Dean pointed to the screen, "I made twenty bucks and a pizza."

"That guy is trying to put a fork in your forehead," Isabella looked at him in disbelief.

"Want any more," Dean held a bottle of Jack Daniels out. Isabella took it taking a brink. "Lord girl where did you learn to drink like that?"

"My brother was the lead singer to Pantera," Isabella winked handed the bottle back.

"Good big brother," Dean laughed.

"He tried, still does," Isabella laid back on the bed. "We all went through dark times. Bella helped him a lot. Not like we had a good up bringing." Dean leaned back listening. "Hey," Isabella looked over at him, "what ever did happen to Nicole?" Both laughed, Nicole was the reason Isabella had even found out about WWE. Had she never asked Isabella go to Raw that night if Nicole and Dean hadn't spent the night together.

"I did call," Dean wiped his eyes. "What made you think of her?"

"How pissed she would be," Isabella laughed, "we don't talk now."

"Why," Dean questioned.

"I don't know," Isabella picked at the comforter.

"Jealousy," Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Trust me, she had nothing to be jealous of."

"But, you went home with Seth Freaking Rollins," Dean busted out laughing. Clearly the alcohol was getting to them both.

"Lucky me," Isabella giggled, almost not sure at what. Her eye were starting to get heavy.

"You cashing in on me," Dean gently shook her. Isabella pulled herself up.

"I need air," she pulled herself off the bed, walking toward the balcony.

"Hey, you aren't getting sick," Dean followed. Isabella leaned on the railing. Her eyes closed breathing in the night air.

"I can't believe this will be over," her voice was low. It seemed she had to keep saying it, maybe it will sink in. Dean walked to her slowly.

"Just a new beginning," he stood behind her.

"Yeah," Isabella head fall, "I do that a lot. Think I start over," she looked down, her fingers ran over the rail. "You know," she turned around facing Dean. "I have always been drunk when I had sex."

"What," Dean laughed, it seemed to come from no where. He was sure she wanted to change the subject.

"Yeah," Isabella nodded, "sad right?"

"So every time you and Seth," Dean almost couldn't say it.

"No, just the first time," Isabella push her hair back, "see I am thinking about him. Why? He does that, just pops in my head. Really he never leaves. It is like having a ghost," her shouldered fall, "of what was and will never be." Dean stood next to her.

"Why don't we go in," Dean places his hand on her back. She leaned forward.

"Sorry," she laughed, "total buzz kill." Without warning she wrapped her arms around Dean. He froze for a second, "thank you." She held him tighter and closer, Dean wrapped his arms around her. He looked down and smiled. It was pretty clear she was drunk. He brushed a hair out of her face. "I am going to miss you." Isabella rested her head against his chest. Dean's head was screaming to let her go, put her to bed, she was drunk. But his body seemed not able to let her go. It was like he was simply watching not able to stop anything. His thumb brushed over her bottom lip. She didn't pull back, just looking up her him. Two big brown eyes. She seemed frozen, not willing or able to break the trance they found themselves in.

…

Dean pulled his sunglasses down, hoping no one would bother him. People whispered and give looks. The scene out side the hotel was for everyone to see. Yes maybe she should have called Tyler, but he didn't have to blow up on her. Maybe Roman was right he should have left this alone. He shouldn't have gotten close. It didn't matter now, in one week she would be gone.

"We really need to go back in," Dean finally spoke. Isabella still stared up at him. "It is cold and late," before he could finish his sentence, he felt her lips on his. He should push back, stop her. But he didn't he wrapped his arms around her turning leading her back into the room toward the bed. He knew this was wrong they would regret it, it would change anything. She was still hurting over Seth. But she smelt good, tasted good, and felt good to have her underneath him. "Wait," Dean pulled himself up, catching his breathe. Isabella laid still in the bed, her chest still heaving. "We can't you don't want."

"I kissed you," Isabella rubbed her hands over her face.

"I know, but," Dean laid back down next to her, he rolled her to her side so she was facing him. "You will regret it." Isabella rolled her eyes, "you will and so will I. You are so much better than that. Really it is not that I don't want to, or you are not possibly the cutest thing I have ever seen," Isabella smiled. "I don't want to be a mistake, I don't want to lose our friendship. And honestly Seth is my friend. And it would hurt him."

"How come he gets to date who he wants," Isabella's bottom lip trembled.

"Isabella," Dean voice was low and soft, "you two have to let each other go, or find a way back to one another. It is sad to watch you both. Because you should be happy." Isabella wiped her nose as tears fall.

"I hate that I still think about him. I hate that I am still talking about him. And I hate that he just seems like," she sobbed.

"Come here," Dean opened his arms Isabella moved into them. She bared her head in his chest crying.

"Sir," the flight attendant stopped next to Dean, "can you bring your seat back up, we are landing." Dean sat up, everyone around him was getting ready to laid. He wondered what time it was. He hope he could get some sleep before the week started.

Everyone stood waiting for their bags. It was early morning in Ireland and airport was all but empty. Dean saw Seth standing next to him from the corner of his eye. As much as Seth wanted people to see him as cool and confident, he wasn't. He was never good at hiding what he really felt. "Long flight," Seth said. Dean nodded. "Hear you had quite a morning, playing the shining knight."

"Isabella can handle herself," Dean said without turning his head.

"Yeah, she can be a handful, makes things way out," Seth mood turned to cocky. As if he knew what happened. Dean was sure he thought Dean and Isabella slept together.

"Listen," Dean turned standing inches from Seth's face, "I could do things to her to make her forget your name," Seth eyes became wide. "And if you think I did, we did," a smirk came to Dean's face, "you don't know me, and you never knew her." He turned grabbing his bag and walked away.