A/N: I want to thank Anon9 for reviewing, and her suggestions for a pairing. I liked all of them, tbh. And thanks to jcott3, soagirl81 and everyone else who have been reviewing for their reviews also!

To all you AJ fans, sorry, I don't happen to honestly be one, especially with her !crazy gimmick.

Okay, so Dean won this poll. It makes sense to use him, considering the direction I decided earlier that I want to take with the story. This is now a dark themed romance. Not much fluff here. Sex, more than likely, but not fluff. :)

To explain the darkness.. There might be hints of people thinking Dean's 'brainwashed' her.. And both are fully aware this is NOT a healthy or normal relationship, but neither really care. Hints of abuse, jealousy, obsession and possession, will be present.. But, they'll coexist together.. Remember, they BOTH have issues.

Remember, I'm writing this as if kayfabe were real. ;p makes things so fun. Additions (ie, the way Dean treats Vic as opposted to anyone else, because of her mental state) to some characters will be made, but no changes, and I'm trying my best to keep everyone as IC as I can.

Apologies for slight OOC moments, and i hope that you guys like reading this.

:) Enjoy!

Keep the reviews coming if you like this.

" Door didn't hurt, did it, Vic?" Dean asked as he carried her into the hotel room that night, then lie her down. "Stay off your ankle."

He turned to go and shower, but she reached out, grabbed his hand, a lot more gently than she'd normally do it. Neither of them were the gentlest of people, and so the gesture shocked Dean a bit. He turned and looked at her.

"Thanks.. For staying. How'd you know I hate hospitals?" Victoria asked quietly as he shrugged offhandedly, leaned over and smoothed her shaggy blonde bangs out of her eyes. She understood he wasn't an emotional guy, this was not his thing, and she wasn't pushing him to hold her or say just the right thing.

Unlike other women, normal women, his just being here was really more than enough. His having stayed when Roman and Seth chose to skip the medic, take her straight to the hospital instead, was a surprise in itself.

"You're mine.. What else was I gonna do, Vic?" he said coldly as his eyes gave away what he really felt at the moment when he looked at her.

" I know, Dean.. you do realize you don't have to keep saying it, right? If I were going to leave, I'd have done so the first time you got a little out of hand, scared me a little."

"I know.. Look, you need sleep." Dean muttered as he pulled up the blanket, walked into the hotel bathroom. He kept the water down low so he could hear everything that went on in the room outside, because tonight, he was on alert.

This was war. Someone dared to do the one thing that he'd expressly told everyone on the roster NOT to do.

They'd touched her, and they'd pay just as soon as he found the bastard again. Only he could touch her.

And though he didn't dare admit it, deep down, even he knew that when it came to Vic, he probably wouldn't ever cause the amount of damage the bastard who had touched her, inflicted.

He toweled off and walked back out into the room, leaning in the doorway of the bathroom, brushing his teeth as he watched her sleep, his arms crossed.

" 17 stitches.. that means whoever you are, when I find you, I'm going to make sure you end up with at least 17 stab wounds." he muttered to himself offhandedly, as he found some sweats and slid down into the bed beside her carefully.

Victoria mumbled and rolled over, her lips grazing the solid firmness that was Dean's chest in the dark. "Mmm... Warmer now." she muttered as she opened her eyes for a few moments and watched him watching her.

"Why?" Dean muttered in the dark as he fixed his eyes on her, curious as to why she didn't run, why she didn't choose her sanity when she had the chance.

Why she wouldn't run, even now, even when he was at his worst.

" Why what?"

"Why in the hell do you stay with someone who's dangerous enough, crazy enough to get angry one day, and maybe kill you?" Dean asked as he looked down at her.

" Because we're the same, Dean.. Because for once in your life, maybe you need someone who gets you, who will stay. I don't want you to be some good guy, some sweet guy. I don't expect you to love me, I don't deserve love, to be honest. I love you the way you are right now. I don't want anything else. True, you scare me, true, I know one day you might snap, but hey... The same goes for me." Victoria said quietly, as she looked at him, her hand resting on his cheek, her thumb rolling over his jaw slowly.

"Yeah... I guess that makes sense." Dean said finally as he pulled her against him and then said quietly, " Go to sleep now."

Instead of sleeping, of course, after the night she'd had, the scare she'd had in the garage, she lie there in his arms, as close as he allowed her to get of course, and tried not to think about earlier tonight, what'd happened.

Down the hallway, Randy and John sat in his room having a serious discussion. Neither of them knew the real story, knew what'd happened to her in the garage tonight. All Randy knew was that he'd seen the bruises, seen the stitched gash on her forehead, and he'd automatically assumed that Dean Ambrose finally snapped, finally put his hands on her.

And now, the Viper was beyond furious.

"Man, there's nothing you can do, Randy.. Just go to sleep. It's not your damn business anyway. Anyway, I thought you were done with that crazy little.." John started until Randy looked up, his eyes calm and cold as he said "No. I'm not. And if Dean did that, to her, tonight, I'm going to fuck him up tomorrow."

John groaned and then shut off the lamp. He knew there was nothing he could say to make Randy just leave it and Victoria the hell alone, because once his mind was on something, he wouldn't stop until he had what he wanted.

Maybe if he GOT Victoria, then he'd get tired of her and toss her to the side like he'd done so many other times with so many other girls.