Chapter 55

After Jon was taken away from the arena in an ambulance with Jecina by his side, Liliya went to check on Dean. She was worried about him and knew he'd been taken down to the bosses' office by security. Liliya couldn't remember the last time she saw so much blood come out of one person and never knew Dean had that type of mean streak inside of him. From the moment they met, he was a kind sweet man with a heart of gold and she honestly thought he'd never be able to harm a fly. In the ring was a different story, but that was strictly business and his job. Outside, Dean was quiet and reserved, only talking and hanging out with a certain group of people. Nobody except Jecina and Jon saw Dean's rage, but Liliya could only imagine how dangerous it was. It scared her since she'd never witnessed Dean lose his temper and let his anger flare.

"Seth!" Liliya called out as soon as she spotted him, jogging up to the group of people outside of Dean's dressing room. "What's going on?" She winced when a crash came from inside the room and blinked, starting to go toward it, but Seth's hand snapped out to stop her.

"You can't go in there." Even though they weren't together anymore, Seth's protectiveness over Liliya didn't disappear. "He's angry and throwing a fit. You'll get hurt."

Liliya frowned, tearing her gaze from Seth's chocolate eyes to stare at the door and felt her heart break when another crash sounded seconds later. "I have to make sure he's okay." She extracted her arm from Seth's grip and took another step toward the dressing room, only for Lilianna to step in front of her.

"Please stay out here with us. He'll hurt you." Lilianna hated saying that about Dean, but the way he currently acted scared her to death and she didn't want Liliya ending up in the hospital with Jon Moxley.

"He won't hurt me." The confidence and determination in her citrine eyes made Lilianna back down. "I'll be fine." Liliya promised, squeezing her friend's shoulder and walked past her to push through the dressing room door.

Dean had been there for her when Liliya broke up with Seth, so it was her turn to repay the favor. The dressing room was in shambles with dents in the walls from how hard Dean threw metal folding chairs against them. A few of them were broken, the parts strewn all over the floor along with small screws and sharp objects. Dents in the shape of fists were in the row of metal lockers and the wooden bench had been ripped from the cement floor. Liliya didn't think it was possible to move them since the bench was bolted into the floor, but Dean did it somehow.

"Get out!" Dean growled, not in the mood to talk to anyone while he continued tossing things in his duffel bag.

"No." Liliya watched his head snap around to stare at her, seeing all the anguish and rage in his eyes, shattering her heart. "I'm not leaving you, Dean." Her gaze dropped to his bloody hands and Liliya rushed over to him instantly, tears forming. "What have you done to your hands?!"

The second Liliya grabbed both of his wrists, Dean clamped both of his bloody hands on her upper arms and yanked her roughly against his bare chest. "I said get out." His voice was low and cold, eerily calm considering all the destruction surrounding them. "Don't make me hurt you, Lyla."

"I'm not afraid of you and I know you won't hurt me." Liliya was defiant, not caring that her upper arms were smeared with blood and kept citrine locked on glacial blue.

Snarling, Dean's grip tightened as he slammed Liliya forcefully against the wall, towering over her breathing heavily. His hands moved from her upper arms to cup her face harshly, bloody fingers burying in her dark pink hair. Dean pressed his forehead to hers, fighting so many different emotions coursing through him and all Liliya did was stand there, remaining calm while stroking his forearms soothingly. Shutting his eyes, Dean moved his forehead to bury his face in the crook of her neck, every part of his body shuddering. His arms moved to wrap around her body as tightly as he could without hurting her and Liliya breathed a sigh of relief, caressing her fingers through his sweat slicked hair. Hot tears trekked down Dean's face while Liliya held him, dropping to both knees and brought her with him, keeping her pinned to the wall. Dean didn't want to crush her, so he lifted Liliya to sit sideways on his lap with his face still buried in her neck.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Dean quietly spoke after a long stretch of silence, keeping his voice barely above a whisper to where Liliya could only hear him.

"No." Liliya's body was conditioned to handle more brutality than the average woman because of her job, even though she had some ring rust to work out. "Your hands need to be looked at, Dean. They look horrible."

His arms instinctively tightened around her and Liliya kissed the top of his head, trying to relax him any way she could. "I don't wanna move." He mumbled, sniffling and felt like the biggest dick for crying on her.

"Then let me do it please." Liliya pulled back enough to force Dean's eyes to meet hers, reaching up to wipe away tears from his cheeks with her thumbs. "Let me help you. It's just you and me right now."

If it was anyone else, Dean would've told them to take a flying leap off the shortest pier in the world, but…Liliya was the only exception. "There's a first aid kit in the bathroom."

He didn't want to let her go, needing the comfort more than anything at that moment. His hands were badly lacerated though and Dean could only hope he didn't need stitches. Extracting herself from Dean's arms, Liliya extended her hands to him and helped him to his feet, guiding him into the bathroom. Dean lifted her up to sit on the sink after she retrieved the first aid kit and let Liliya get to work on his injuries. Luckily, the lacerations on his hands weren't too deep as Liliya cleaned the blood off of them and doused them in peroxide to prevent infection. Dean winced, but didn't move a muscle and stared at Liliya the whole time, the rage slowly draining from his body.

"You need a shower." He pointed out, noticing all the smeared blood on her upper arms, face and hair, reaching out with the hand she wasn't working on to brush a strand of dark pink from her cheek.

"So do you. I was just about to suggest it before I bandage your hands." Liliya cracked a hesitant smile and looked up into his pale blues that were no longer iced over, stroking his face with the back of her hand. "You're lucky you don't need stitches."

Dean nodded in agreement and glanced over his shoulder at the shower before turning his gaze back at her, not believing what he was about to do. Liliya was in a simple strapless magenta top with blue jeans, having accompanied Lilianna to the ring during her match earlier that night. She didn't miss what Dean did and hooked her fingers in the belt loops of his cargo pants, pulling him closer to her. Without a word, Liliya unfastened his belt and pulled it through the loops with ease before unsnapping the button, bringing the zipper down. His eyes snapped open as Liliya pushed the cargo pants down his long muscular legs, revealing a pair of black boxer/briefs, his boots already off.

"Liliya…"

"You need my help, Dean." She cut him off, pressing a finger to his lips and pulled the strapless top over her head, revealing a black bra that had clear straps. "The hot water will help the swelling in your hands and there's no way you can wash yourself alone." Bringing her knee-high boot covered feet up on the counter, Liliya removed them both before hopping down off the counter, unsnapping her jeans.

Dean's hands snapped out to stop her, shaking his head emphatically. "I-I can't…" He choked out, pressing his forehead to hers and Liliya felt every part of his body trembling. "T-This is wrong…" Damn his stuttering!

"All we're doing is taking a shower together with clothes on. Think of it as we're swimming together. It'd be the same thing with me in a bikini and you in trunks or speedos or whatever you wear." Liliya smirked, placing her hands against his strong muscular chest and couldn't help enjoying being this close to him. "Let me help you. You need me right now and I'm not leaving."

"Why do you care so much about me? I know we're friends and Seth recently broke your heart, but…what's in this for you?" Dean had to know and hated the hurt swelling in Liliya's eyes, immediately feeling like a dick. "I'm sorry…"

"You're my friend, Dean. I don't abandon my friends, no matter what." Liliya knew Dean had some major trust issues right now and didn't blame him, so she didn't take what he said to heart. "Now come on, time for a shower and then we're going to the hospital."

Dean froze when she said that and could only watch the jeans disappear from her body, the panties matching her bra. His dick instantly began pulsating in his boxer/briefs and Dean had to stop an erection from forming before Liliya saw. She was a beautiful woman, tough as nails and whatever Liliya had been through the past several months she'd been gone made her stronger. It was a turn-on for any normal male and Dean was no exception, even though his heart still belonged to Jecina.

"I'm not going…"

"Yes you are." Liliya reached in the shower to turn the sprays on and carefully took Dean's wrists, pulling him into the stall with her. "No matter what happened, Jon Moxley is still your brother and your family. What Jecina did was wrong and low to you and Moxley didn't help matters, but if you don't make amends it'll haunt you for the rest of your life. Trust me, I know. Now give me your hands and take a deep breath."

The hot shower sprays cascaded over Liliya and Dean while she carefully washed his hands, letting Dean grip her hips to keep himself steady. She knew washing the lacerations would hurt, but it was the only way to prevent infection. Once his hands were washed, Liliya poured some shampoo into her hands and began washing his hair, Dean kneeling before her so she could reach him easily. She was careful not to get soap in his eyes and lathered his shoulders, being as gentle as possible. Once Liliya was sure all the shampoo was out of his hair, she washed the rest of his body besides the covered genitals, knowing he would handle that area once she stepped out. Liliya had a shower earlier that day at the hotel, so the only thing she really had to worry about was where his blood smeared.

"Finish up, I'll be waiting outside when you're done." Kissing his cheek, Liliya exited the shower and peeled her wet garments off, quickly wrapping a towel around her body.

Dean peeled off his boxer/briefs and finished his shower as instructed by Liliya, staying under the sprays longer than normal. He turned them from hot to cold when the memory of Jecina and Jon together flashed through his mind, boiling his blood all over again. Deep down, no matter how much Dean wanted to blame Jecina and Jon for this, he couldn't. Jecina had been honest with him about her feelings for Jon and Dean tried to win her heart over when it had been with his brother all along. What did Jon have that he didn't? Would things have been different had Dean told her before Jon came into the company how he felt? He had lost Jecina to a twin brother Dean didn't even know he had until a few months ago. It wasn't fair – fate was a cruel bitch.

Then there were his feelings for Liliya that came out of nowhere. Ever since the night she cried herself to sleep in his arms, Dean felt a connection with her he tried to ignore because of Jecina. He felt like he was betraying her every time Liliya popped in his head, which was a lot lately. So maybe this had all happened for a reason. Maybe he wasn't meant to be with Jecina, no matter how much he loved her. Everything was one big cluster of problems because Liliya was still getting over her heartbreak from Seth and now he'd gotten his heart ripped out by Jecina. Maybe Dean didn't love her as much as he thought or perhaps he knew all along what Moxley was doing with Jecina behind his back. Dean wasn't stupid by any means and noticed how distant Jecina became over the past two months. So why did he attack Jon to the point of hospitalizing him? If he had feelings for Liliya and Jecina was no longer in his heart, then why did he care who she ended up with?

"Dean, are you alright?" Liliya's sweet voice echoed throughout the bathroom and he finally lifted his head, chilled from head to toe.

"Yeah, give me a minute." He called back, reluctantly turning off the cold sprays and stepped out, catching the towel Liliya tossed to him. "You know I'm naked right?"

Liliya rolled her eyes, already having the bandages set out on the counter and turned to face him. "You have a dick and balls, nothing I haven't seen before. Now get dressed so I can tend to those hands." It was an order and Liliya was pleased when Dean obeyed, having changed into a long sleeved light blue top with a hoop neckline and kept her blue jeans and knee-high boots.

10 minutes later, Dean stood in front of Liliya and watched her wrap his hands in white bandages, trying not to enjoy being pampered by her too much. She was so gentle with him, acting as if she might break or hurt him somehow. Why couldn't Jecina have been this way with him? Dean had to stop comparing Jecina and Liliya if he wanted a chance with the dark pink haired goddess. Whoa, did he just actually admit to himself he wanted Liliya Young?! What the hell? Dean mentally shook himself and looked down at his hands when Liliya finished, the sting from fresh peroxide in his lacerations a comforting distraction from the woman sitting in front of him.

"Thank you." Dean rumbled softly, his voice low and deep, feeling his heart skip a beat when she smiled at him.

"You're welcome." Liliya took each of his hands gingerly and kissed them, squeezing his wrists before looking back up in his eyes. "Are you ready to go to the hospital? The others are already there."

"If I say no, would it matter?"

"Nice try, buddy. You're going even if I have to drag you there." Liliya hopped off the sink counter again and took his hand, already having their belongings packed up. "Come on, better to get it over with now. Trust me, you'll feel better."

Dean knew she was right and heaved a sigh, scrubbing a bandaged hand down his face. "Lead the way, Lyla." He let her grab his wrist while shouldering their bags and walked out of the arena with her, not wanting to be with anyone else at the moment.