Welcome to chapter one hundred and two! I feel like all I've been doing is apologizing for the wait but life, life is hard man. Please don't loose faith in me. I'm trying my hardest. I hope you like this chapter. Bear with me if it needs some editing, I've been staying up late to get this done for you guys...SLEEP HERE I COME!

Monday Night Raw: June 30, 2014/ Wednesday: July 2, 2014

Angel's heart sank when she watched the ref count to three. She should have known that this was going to happen. "I guess that's what AJ meant when she said she was going to say hi to the Diva Champion." She sighed.

Dean clicked his tongue as he played with the plastic fork that he had brought with him from catering. "AJ beat her at her own game, Paige is going to be pissed."

Already knowing that, Angel turned to face towards the gorilla just as AJ came prancing out, holding the title as close to her chest as she could. With a wink, the woman turned down the hall. As soon as she disappeared, Paige came stomping out of the gorilla.

Putting on a sympathetic smile, she stepped out in front of Paige just as she was about to pass. "Hey." She tried to stop the woman. "You'll get her back…"

"Leave me alone." Paige pushed passed so hard that she stumbled back into Dean who caught her.

"Told you she would be pissed." He chuckled as he made sure she was good on her feet.

"I know." Angel watched her disappeared down the hall. "I just hope she won't go do anything stupid."

"Hey, she's not me."

"I know but she a very young and to lose like that…"

"She'll bounce back." He told her. "The younger you are the easier it is to come back from a hard loss. Though the harder it seems."

Nodding at Dean wise words and she turned back towards the TV, just in time to hear Michael Cole announcing the next match, which was the main event; John Cena and Roman Reigns vs Randy Orton and Kane.

"Here we go!" Dean smirked as he drummed the plastic fork against the side of the TV.

Her nerves seemed to turn themselves onto overdrive as soon as Kane's music started playing. She wasn't too worried about anything Roman was going to do, he was perfectly capable of holding his own. She was worried about what the Authority was going to do, especially since had decided to come out to ringside to watch the match.

"They're up to something." Angel mumbled.

Dean nodded. "It certainly looks like that."

At first the match seemed to be going fine, even though Randy didn't seem to want anything to do with Roman. However, about ten minutes into the hard-hitting match between the four powerhouses, the two of them finally go into a brawl that ended up making its way up the ramp and backstage. Which left only Kane and John Cena in the ring.

A growl like noise echoed from Dean's chest, making Angel turn towards him. The man was standing dead still, with the plastic fork clenched in his fist like a blade and a look on his face that said he was about to stab something or someone with it.

"Dean?" His shoulder twitched at the sound of his name, but he didn't turn towards her, didn't even budge an inch. Twisting herself to look at the man's face, she saw a dark and almost pained look on his face. It was like was fighting something. When a grunt of pain that only could belong to Roman echoed through the hall and Dean's body twitched again, this time he inhaled sharply through his nose and gave his neck a roll. And instantly she knew what the look was all about. He was forcing himself to stay where he was, forcing himself to not run off and help his brother-in-arms; because he had to keep his attention on the fight that was going on between Cena and Kane.

Everyone knew that with Roman and Randy off fighting and Kane tearing Cena apart that Seth could come out at any moment to cash in his contract, and Dean had to be ready to stop him. Just like he promised.

Place a hand on Dean's arm, Angel turned back to the TV and watched as Kane picked up the top layer of the steps and smashed it right into the side of Cena's face, DQing the match. Everyone in the crowd cheered or booed for the underhanded move, Hunter's voice cut through the speakers yelling at Kane to, "Finish this!"

While Cena loosely hung from Kane's arm, as he set up for a tombstone. Before the move even hit, panic filled the backstage area. Ever since what happened between Kane and Daniel Bryan, moves the like tombstone piledriver put a very bad taste in everyone's mouth.

There had even been talk about banning the move at some point.

However, she guessed that the movement hadn't gone through, since now she was watching Cena's head hit the canvas, although the Authority was known for using underhanded tactics like this all the time, so she really shouldn't take this for law.

When the ref called for a doctor, a lump formed in her throat. She prayed that Cena was just down and out and that nothing too serious had happened. As she watched for that dreaded 'X' to be raised when she saw Hunter get into ring. At first it seemed like he was genuinely checking on the man, but then he put out his hand and gestured for someone in the back. And everyone knew who that someone was.

"He wouldn't." Seth's music started to play.

"He would." Dean gritted his teeth as he turned away from the TV and started towards the gorilla.

A mix of emotions shot through Angel as she shook her head and turned to race off after Dean who was double timing it to the gorilla. By the time she had reached the damn six-foot four man, he was about to step through the curtains. However, as he lifted his hand to push the fabric out of his way, she noticed something still clasped in his hand. The fork.

"Dean, wait!" She tired to stop him. "Dean!" Slowly he turned around and looked at her with a brow raised. She knew he was not happy about the fact that she had just told him to stop. He wanted to beat Seth down, which she was more than happy to let happen, she just needed one thing first. "The fork." She held out her hand. Dean glanced down at his hand for a second before placing the thing in her outstretched hand. "That's all."

He nodded and took off.

Angel took a deep breath as she looked down at the fork in her hand, when she heard a loud cheer. Glancing up at the TV screen to see Dean sliding into the ring before launching himself at Seth with no regard to anything or anyone around him. She gave a little smile and went to sit back to watch the show, when she noticed a microphone sitting on the table next to her.

Without hesitation she grabbed at the thing and turned towards one of the crew members in the makeshift room. "Is this thing on?" She asked giving the mic a little shake. The man looked up at her. "Is this thing on?"

"What number is it."

Angel turned the mic upside down and looked at the small piece of tape on the bottom. "Twelve."

"Yeah, it's good to go."

"Good." She quickly made her way out onto the stage just as Seth and Dean's brawl spill out of the ring. Taking a deep breath, she brought the mic to her mouth. "Hey Everyone!" She said with a sing songy voice. Her eyes landed on Seth and Dean as they fought through the crowd. She chuckled. "I really hope you didn't think this would work. I mean Dean just told you guys earlier tonight that he wasn't going to let Seth cash in his contract. Though maybe you were too busy planning this very obvious scheme to listen to what he said earlier, so let me paraphrase for ya." She cleared her throat. "As angry as we were about being cheated out of the win at Money in the Bank, we've come to terms with it, because now we get to torment Seth even move this way. You see that case that he holds to his chest so dearly like a child with their favorite teddy bear, holds not only a contract but also a bomb that will go off every time he even thinks about cashing in. A bomb that is so explosive and dangerous that he will take down anything in his path to make sure that Seth never cashes in." She paused and looked at Hunter who was glaring back at her. "So that's the gist of it. Though you really should go back and watch how Dean said it, that man really has way with words."

She smiled and waved at everyone in the crowd before heading backstage. When she was safely behind the curtains, she let out a huge breath and placed the mic down on the table. She said a small thank you to the man who gave her mic before walking out into the hallway.

She needed to find Dean. Only problem was she wasn't sure where the man was. She knew that he had chased Seth through the crowd to the backstage area but from there she was at a loss.

Looking around, she didn't see any signs of two men fighting to kill each other which was either very good or very bad. She just hoped it wasn't the latter. Quickly, she walked the entirety of the backstage, or at least the part that WWE was 'allowed' to use and kept her eyes peeled for her boyfriend. That's when she saw him sitting on a travel case with two officials standing next to him. Relieved that she didn't see any blood and that he wasn't holding his arm. "Is everything ok here?" She asked crossing her arms.

Dean looked up from his lap with a huge smile on his face, one that made his schoolboy dimples shine. "Hey darlin'!" He pushed himself to his feet. "Everything good. Right boys?"

"He's not allowed to leave our sight until Rollins is safely out of the building." One of the officials stated.

"Oh?" She couldn't help but snicker.

She almost couldn't believe that the man that was running away with his tail between his legs, while Dean was under supervision, was the same man that she had met half a year ago. Giving her head a shake, she looked up at Dean who was standing very close to her, with a look like he was a puppy for a treat. She could even imagen the tail wagging and everything.

"Looks like you had fun." She smiled at him.

He stuck out his tongue. "I would have had more fun if it wasn't for the wall of paid henchmen that came to pull me away." His eyes flickered to the two men standing with them.

"Just doing our job, Mr. Ambrose."

Dean rolled his eyes and started to turn towards the man, but Angel reached out and grabbed his arm. "Hey." She stepped in front of Dean. "I know you were told to hold him here. But the man had his fun for the night." She gave them the sweetest smile she could. "We're tired, you're probably tired, what do you say you let us go so we all can get out of here and get some rest."

The two men looked at each other. "We have to make sure that Seth's left the building."

"For all we know, he's waiting for Hunter and Stephanie. It could be a while before he really leaves. And you don't have to worry about this one anymore, I got him. He won't be a problem for the rest of the night."

"Says you." Dean muttered in her ear.

She elbowed him. "What do you say?"

The older of the two men sighed and nodded his head. "Fine, but if he does anything stupid, it's on you."

Trying to ignore Dean who was chucking behind him, she thanked the two men. She then grabbed Dean by the wrist and pulled him away from the officials, hoping that he could at least hold it together to get out of their eyesight.

D.D.D.

Dean chuckled to himself as he let Angel pull him down the hall. After the show last night, tonight was exactly what the doctor ordered. Starting out with on fire promo and a hot make out session with his gorgeous girlfriend and finishing with him ruining the Authority's plan and punching Seth in the face a few good times, talk about a good night.

"Someone's happy." Angel glanced over her shoulder.

"What makes you say that."

"You haven't stopped smiling this whole time."

"It was a good night."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, and you know what would make it better." He asked as he stopped so that he was one step behind her before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back into himself. "Me, you, and a bed." He said making sure to drop his voice down low, because he knew she liked it that way.

"Hey stop." She laughed and smacked at his arms. "Hey, hey later." She said as he gave a grind against her ass. "We need to check on Roman."

"Nah, he's fine." Dean peeled himself off her. "He walked past me when I was in 'custody'. Apparently, he finished off the night strong by spearing Kane or something."

She nodded. "That's good. I thought my night was going to end with picking both you and him off the floor and dragging your asses back to the hotel."

"You think too little of us."

"No, I think too much of the Authority and their goons."

"They are nothing we can't handle." He winked as they walked up to their stack of things.

"Yeah, I know." She shook her head as she started packing up to leave. "Just as long as you remember, you're human and laying down isn't a bad plan every now and then."

"Laying down this one?" Roman appeared next to them. "How long have you known him."

"Hey big guy." Dean gave him a small one-two punch. "How you're head after spearing Kane?"

"Fine, man's got a lot of padding." He laughed.

"Boy does he."

"Be nice." She told to them.

Dean raised a brow at her. "You want us to be nice to Kane? Kane of all people?"

Meeting his eyes, she let out a sigh. "No. I'm not telling you to be nice, just don't make fun of the man's body size." She said with a serious tone. 'That's just rude."

Both he and Roman laughed. "Yes ma'am."

Roman snatched a protein bar from his bag. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, Renee wanted to know if she could grab an interview."

Angel cursed as she pulled out her phone. "Did she say where?"

"She said she texted you."

Dean grabbed his jacket off the pile of bags and turned towards Angel just as she looked up. "Looks like we're heading down to the loading dock." She sighed. "Let's go."

"See, you in a bit bro." He called over to Roman as he half put on his jacket, keeping his left one out because the son of a bitch was going to hell to get into the sleeve.

"Yeah, see you bro."

They didn't even make it halfway down the hall, when Renee came out of nowhere. "Dean." She said without even waiting for them to stop and acknowledge her. "Earlier tonight, we saw you address Seth Rollins, saying that anytime he was going to cash in is Money in the Bank contract that you would be there to stop him and tonight you did exactly that."

Acting as if he wasn't expecting the interview, he tore at the tape on his wrist and looked back and forth between Renee and the dude who was holding the camera in his face. "I live by a code; you might now think it because I look so wholesome." He heard Angel trying to stifle a laugh as she took her spot next to him. "Um, I live by a code." He tried to get his head back into what he was sprouting. "A couple of things; one, I never lie. And Seth Rollins," Anger rose though him as Seth's name fell from his mouth. "just found that out; when I say I'm going to do something it happens. The other one is, if I'm wronged or if someone messed with me, disrespects me, challenges me as a human being, as a man, backs me in the corner, I will throw punches, and bite, scratch and claw, and headbutt until I can't anymore. And I will go out on my sword."

"That he will." Angel sighed in a way that sounded as if she dreaded what he had just said. Though he guessed it was because she didn't like to hear him talking about him fighting until he physically can't anymore or until he's dead. "There you go Renee. Seth keeps saying that he knows Dean better than anyone, well then, he knows that Dean is going to make his life a living hell. Because can and because it's fun."

Not able to hide the smile on his face at how much Angel's face twisted into almost a sick smile when she said it was fun to make Seth's life a living hell, Dean turned to Renee. "I spent two months in jail once, this small Mexican border town, because I got cut off in traffic." Both the women surrounding him raised the brows at his story. "Well, it wasn't just because of that, it's because I followed the guy for thirty-six miles, he flipped me the bird, and when he pulled over at the next truck stop, I beat him with just about an inch of his life. That was a long two months right, but I had to do what I had to do. There are three things in this world that will survive a nuclear explosion; Twinkies, cockroaches, and Dean Ambroses. Triple H and Seth Rollins don't get to win. They don't get to win until I'm not breathing anymore, until I'm not walking anymore, you know what I'm saying. And right now…" He grunted as he pulled his left sleeve on. "I'm walking just fine.

After a little bit of time, Dean heard Angel scampering to catch up with him. "Was that all true?"

"Was what true." He asked over his shoulder.

"The jail time?"

"Oh that." He knew she would have a hard time with that one. "I said that I never lie, right."

She paused and sighed. "Really?" He watched as a look of realization filled her face

"Something wrong?"

She shook her head and quickly stepped up towards him. "I just realized that we really haven't talked about things like that."

"Stuff like what?"

"Like whether or not one of us had a criminal record."

He shrugged. "Were we supposed to?" He didn't care about whether or not someone had a record, not to mention he was one hundred percent sure that Angel had never been to jail.

"I'm mean sane people would want to know if their partner had been incarcerated." She made sure the emphasizes the word sane.

"Angel look at me. Do I really seem like someone how is squeaky clean?"

She shook her head. "Nah, just thought your record would be more bar fights and intoxicated in public, you know things like that."

"And those are on there, I just have a few more random incidents that might have costed me a week or two in the slammer. No big deal."

"Yep, sure no big deal." Angel rolled her eyes.

With a chuckle he threw his arm around her shoulder. "See I knew you would understand. Anything else you wanna sit down and talk about. I can't necessarily tell you how many partners I've been with, I have been tested a few times, all clean. I'm a good boy, I always wrap it before I…"

"Dean this isn't the place."

"Oh?" He looked around as if he didn't know the hallway was full of people. "Alright we won't talk about it here, but just remember if there's anything you want to know about me I'm an open book. Anytime, anywhere."

She leaned into him. "I know. I was just shocked that this hadn't come up before."

"Me too. Because I'm sure Roman would have brought of that time that we were in detained overnight because both of us forgot our passports, which were with Seth who was driving in a different car with Cesaro because we couldn't afford to rent a big enough vehicle to fit our large asses and our stuff." He said reminiscing. "Seth almost kicked our ass for making him turn around to come and get us after driving all night."

"I would have kicked your ass too."

"Now, Ro and I make sure those things are in our duffels like twelve times before we head out of the country."

"Like you should."

He smirked at her. "Well now that's what we have you for."

"Hey, just because you have me doesn't mean you can't be big boys and make sure you're ready to go on your own." She elbowed him. "God I'm starting to dread Japan."

"Don't, it'll be fine."

"I guess I should brush up on some Japanese and learn who to say 'I'm here to pay bail."

He chuckled. "Do they even have a bail system in Japan?"

"Well if they don't, I'm leaving your sorry asses there."

"What about our sorry asses?" Roman asked.

"If we do something stupid in Japan, she's going to leave our asses in prison."

"Good, I would too." He clapped his hands. "So how did your interview go with Renee."

"It was superb, like normal."

Angel nodded. "Yeah, we really well. I even found out about Dean doing time down by the Mexican Border."

"Shit, he told you about that did he."

"Dropped it into his interview as proof that he never gives up and that's he won't let well-enough-alone."

"Can't wait until some idiot WWE fan notices you're the one driving and cuts you off just to see if you'll following them all the way home."

"Hey, I've learned my lesson." He said putting up his hand. "I don't follow people for miles just because they cut me off, no you just tailgate them and make them feel very scared."

He glanced over at Angel who turned around and swatted at him just as he knew she would. "That shit is dangerous."

"So is cutting people off."

"Especially if it's you." Roman added.

Flicking Roman off, Dean snatched his bags out of the pile and look around to make sure he had everything. "Well maybe you can start driving more."

"Hey, let's not be too hasty." Everyone chuckled.

"Don't worry man, I'll keep hauling your ass around."

"Man, you scared me."

Dean yawned as he zipped up his bag. "Yeah, yeah." He waved. The adrenaline from the show had worn off a few moments ago and he was starting crashing. "Let's get the fuck out of here. I need to hit the hay."

…

Dean rolled over and groaned as his neck cracked in such a way that felt like both heaven and hell at the same time. Scratching his stomach, he swatted at his phone until his alarm stopped blasting though.

After a moment of silence, he debated whether or not he was going to get up and run or if he was just going to roll over and fall back to sleep. In his debate he slowly reached across the bed and frowned when he felt the other side cold.

Squinting, he looked over to see that the far side was empty. At first he thought that maybe Angel had gotten up before him somehow, maybe to surprise him with breakfast or something, but then he remembered that she had gone home this time.

Which meant that his excuse to stay in bed was gone. Grumbling to himself, Dean pushed himself out of bed and across his apartment to the bathroom. He flicked on the lights and winced as the light hit his eyes. After pissing half blind, he walked up to the sink, turned on the cold water and splashed it in his face. When he felt like he wasn't about to fall right back to sleep if he sat down, he turned off the water and looked up into the mirror. His eyes caught his messy bedhead and sighed. He ran his fingers through his locks and shook his head before looking back at himself. Good as it's going to get.

He reached for his toothbrush when his eye caught the small pile of toiletries that sat on the far side of the sink from his. A blue electric toothbrush, a small tube of toothpaste, and a small hairbrush; all Angel's. He blinked at the things as he tried to figure out why he never noticed her stuff before. He knew she had left some things here, just to make it easier on her but he never really pay them any attention.

Shaking his head, Dean went on with his morning routine and got ready for his run. He grabbed a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, a hat, his socks and sneakers out of his duffle bag. That's when he noticed something that didn't belong in there; one of Angel's bras. It was one of her black sport bras that she normally wore to the gym. It must have gotten mixed up in his things yesterday while they were packing to leave. He tossed it back into his bag, while making a mental note to give it back to her one Friday.

After getting dressed, he made his way into the kitchen to get an energy bar and a water bottle for his run. He then grabbed his phones and headphone off the coffee table. He then grabbed his keys and headed out to the garage.

"I'm home Shelly." He smiled to himself as he uncovered his car. Patting her hood softly, he made his way to the driver seat and opened the door. Leaning in to turn the key, Dean frowned at the sound that the engine made. "Looks like you need a tune up." He said as he turned the key again. This time everyone came to life the way it should. He smirked and got in.

…

Panting, he took a drink of his water, and ran his t-shirt over his face as he leant against the back of his car and looked at his phone. Angel had texted him a picture of the bounty of the garden that had come in.

He smiled as he texted her back, saying that she should steal some and make him some stuffed peppers, in which she texted back that her mom said he would have to come over to eat.

Taking another drink, his stomach growled. Throwing his bottle into the car, he climbed in and started for town. He almost frowned when the dessert turned into houses. Making sure to stay off the main roads and far away from the strip, he drove until he got to the dive. He looked at all the cars that filled the small parking lot and signed. Lunch rush. He almost went to turn around and go somewhere else. But there wasn't anywhere for him to go. He didn't want to go to a chain restaurant. Nine times out of ten, people recognized him and want pictures. It had only happened twice in all times he had come here, which he could handle. Throwing on a 'clean' shirt from the trunk of his car, he walked up to the door and opened it. The diner was louder than normal, but he still walked up to the podium.

The girl looked up at him and sighed. "Bar?"

"Yes please." He said seeing that there was a lot of the tables were taken up by families.

"Right this way."

When he sat down he instantly was greeted with a smiling face. "You're back!" Kelly said as she set down a glass of water. "And all by yourself."

"Am I not enough anymore?"

"Nope." She said without skipping a beat. "The usual, starting with a Jack and Coke?"

"Sure." He sighed playing with the straw in the glass of water.

"So hows work?" She asked.

Dean sighed and leaned back in his seat. "You know, my body feels like shit and when I first woke up, I didn't realize that I was home and not in a hotel. So same old same old."

"When are you going to settle down and stop beating people up for a living?"

Dean laughed at the woman. "When I'm being buried in the ground."

Kelly shook her head at him and up his drink in front of him. "So you're going to have Angel patch you up into your eighties huh?"

"Who said I'm living that long?"

"You better not die early and leave her all alone. I'm dig you up and give you a piece of my mind."

He shook his head as Kelly walked off to take care of someone else. Dean took a sip of his drink and dropped his head down as he waited for his food.

He didn't know how long he had waited but suddenly a plate was stuck in front of his face. He jumped as looked up to see Kelly with a rather amused look on her face. "Wow, never seen you so off put before."

"Shut up." He grumbled.

"Awe what's wrong?"

"Nothing." He popped a fry in his mouth. Kelly raised a brow and leaned down on her elbows on the bar. "What? Don't you have someone's else drink to make or order to take?"

She shrugged. "Not really, but that comes from being the owner. I can pretty much do whatever."

"Owner?"

"You didn't know?" He shook his head. "Why do you think I'm here are the damn time."

"It's your job."

"I mean yes but most people have days off. I mean even your ass does."

"I just thought that maybe our schedules aligned or something." Kelly scoffed at him. "If you own this place, then what's with the name Lockwood's?"

"It's my last name. Kelly Lockwood."

"Oh. Makes sense."

"Really, you been coming here since you moved to Las Vegas and you never saw any of the picture of me and my dad hanging on the wall."

Dean looked around to see the photos she was talking about. "No, but I'm not really one to notice shit like that."

"Now that makes sense." She said pushing herself away from the bar real quick.

He shook his head and turned his attention back to eating. His eyes caught another picture of Kelly standing which a random person. "She owns the place, who would have thunk it."

After a bit of time Kelly came back over and filled his glass. He looked up from his plate. "So, since you own this place, do you just pick one unlucky bastard to make their life hell while they are here?" He joked.

She clicked her tongue at him. "You're nicer when your girlfriend is here."

"You are too." She stuck her tongue out at him. "Wow, are we five?"

"Finish up and get out." She said in the least convining voice she could have. "Make sure you bring Angel next time."

"Will do."

A.A.A.

"Angel your phone's ringing." She heard her mom call from the living room; knocking out of her focus. As quick as she could, she got up from the table where she had been working on her laptop and rushed over to where her phone was charging in the living room.

Grabbing the thing, she saw that it was Dean calling her. She smiled and answered. "Hey Dean."

"Hey." He said back.

Just as she turned to go back into the dining room, to finish up what she was doing and to get a little privacy to talk to her boyfriend, her mom stopped her and told her to tell him that 'she said hi'. "Mom says hi."

"Oh, uh well, tell her hi for me." Dean said sounding a bit awkward.

"He says hi back." She said over her shoulder. Which got her a smile from her mother. "So, what's up?"

"Nothing, just bored."

She laughed. "Only you could be bored when you live in Las Vegas."

"Don't wanna go gambling, not in the mood for a show, and if I go drinking; I'm going to a beat down biker bar not one those uppity places with the real loud music and bouncers at the doors."

"That just made you sound real old."

"Sorry, not all of us are twenty-three years old."

"Five years, Dean." She sighed. "There are only five years between us."

"A lot can happen in five years."

She rolled her eyes at him. "So, what did you do today that makes you so incredibly bored?"

She heard him sigh and move in his spot. "I went for a run this morning," Like always. "went to our diner for lunch and found out that Kelly owns the diner,"

"Does she?"

"See! I'm not the only one who didn't know. Kelly laughed at me."

Angel tried to stifle the giggle that was trying to work its way out when she thought about what Dean must have looked like when he found out. "It is a little weird that you didn't realize it. I mean you have been going there since you moved there."

"That's what Kelly said too." He grumbled.

Still holding in her laughter, she said; "So, you went to the diner anything else?"

"Well Kelly told me to get out and not come back without you. And then I came home and watched some TV, drank a little, and now I'm talking to you."

Angel at the clock on her phone and saw that it was about nine at night here in PA, which meant it was about six over there in Nevada. "Sounds like you've had a full day."

"Yep. What about you? What you do today?"

"Worked in the garden, went shopping with my mom, picked up some things for our travels. Oh I watched a movie and now I'm doing some work."

"Looks like we've both had pretty full days then. I might have been a little more productive but hey."

She laughed at him as she made sure what she was working on was saved and shut her laptop, since she knew she wasn't going to get any work done while talking to Dean. "Somedays are just lazier than others."

"So true."

A pause in their conversation made the sounds of Dean's TV echo through the phone. "What you watching?"

"You know what, I don't know. I don't even know if this is the same show that I was watching earlier. Come to think of it, I'm sure it's not because I have no idea how we went from a kid coming out as gay in some sitcom show to trying to break into a government building."

"You never know." She yawned and leant back in her chair.

Dean chuckled. "You sound tired. Am I boring you."

"No. Do I really sound that tired." It was only a yawn.

"You do."

She shrugged. "I've working for a while, trying to get everything ready for Japan." She sighed. Going overseas was so much harder than what she normally had to do. She had to make sure they had a guide, a translator, some converted money, as well as train tickets, flight tickets and hotels. And they were only going to be there for a few days from Wednesday to Sunday. Panic started to fill her until she heard Dean chuckle.

"I'm sure everything will be fine." He said. "You got this."

"I just have a lot to do and it's stress me out a little bit."

"Told you, you should have come over to my place. I could have helped you wind down."

Angel caught the slight change in his voice. "But then I wouldn't have gotten any work done and I wanted to see my family before we head out."

"I thank you for the complement, but I can't go twenty-four hours straight so there would have been some time for work. Or you know, you could have worked while I played."

"Behave."

"What are you going to do about it? Huh? You are about two thousands miles away."

"I could always hang up." She could tell that Dean was taking a moment to decide whether or not she really would hang up on him. Which she wouldn't but who was going to tell the man.

"So, you don't want to hear about me having my fun with you while you try to work."

"No." She shook her head. "I am not doing this."

"Doing what?"

"This."

"You got to be a little more specific about that."

"You know what I'm talking about." She lowered her voice to make sure no one could hear their conversation.

"Oh, are you downstairs?"

"Yes, in the dining room."

"Isn't that just perfect. You're already in one of places my fantasy takes place."

"One? One of the places?"

"Yeah, your dining room table, catering, a library."

"What do you mean a library?"

"That's the one that got you?" He snickered.

"Well yeah, I'm confused why we would ever be in a library."

"They're called fantasies for a reason." He told her. "The place doesn't have to make sense. But come on can you just picture it. You working hard, trying to get work done while I…well there are two ways this could go. One is that I'm sitting beside you, discreetly running my fingers up your legs to find you wet and bare for me. Or two me sitting on my knees under the table, nuzzling my face against your thigh waiting to devore you."

"Dean." She warned even as he felt herself getting worked up by his words.

"Are you picturing it."

"No." She lied. "There's a flaw."

"A flaw?"

"To do that, I would have to be wearing a dress or skirt and I'm more a jeans person." She said trying to break him, or her, of the thought.

"You do in my fantasies, trust me. I often picture you in something that I can just bend you over and fuck you in. Skirts are often on the top of the list, sometimes just a large t-shirt. Dresses, eh every now and then."

She blushed. "Oh, you've thought of everything huh?"

She could hear the smirk on his face as he said. "Of course, baby. I've even thought of why you would be wearing a skirt. You see, you lost a bet with me and your punishment was to wear a skirt and no underwear for the whole day. Clever aren't I? So now all I have to do I pick where I want this little fantasy to take place." He paused. "Now your dining room has its perks; like the fear and excitement of being caught by your parents and the fact that I can just take you upstairs at any point and fuck the hell out of you; but I'm not really feeling it right now."

"Oh?" She said out of reflex, like when you're only half paying attention to someone. Only thing is he had her full attention.

"Yeah and the library is always a hit, but with that comes pretending that we're back in school and I'm the delinquent student and you're the straight A girl who is naughtier than people believe."

Her eyes widened. "You pretend that we're back in school?" She glanced out into the living room, hoping that her mom had either fallen asleep on the couch or was really into the program that she was watching.

"Sometimes." She heard him shuffle around. "It's not really my go to. But it does the trick when I need it to."

It did the trick? Angel cocked her head as she tried to think about it. What would happen if they had met back in school and were the same age? She knew that he wasn't talking about their full-on relationship, but she couldn't help but wonder; would they even give each other the time of day? And if they did, would they end up liking each other, or hating each other. God, would they end up together? She blushed thinking about it. To date the teenage Dean Ambrose. She shook her head, he was Jon Moxley back then. What would it be like to be with the foul mouthed, rough and wild Jon Moxley? She could already answer the question, blood, hot, and very rough.

"Darlin'" Dean's deep voice drew her from her thoughts. "You ok? You're breathing grew labored."

Her eyes widened and she almost dropped the phone as she realized he caught her. "I'm fine."

He chuckled. "You sure about that?"

"I'm fine."

"Alrighty, then I'm going to keep going. Unless there is something you want to tell me."

"Nope."

"Like I said before, I'm not feeling the library tonight. So that just leaves catering. Which I think is the perfect place for something like this. Just think about it, us at work, with all our friends and coworkers around. Shit…" He grunted.

She gasped at how rough his voice was getting. He was really getting worked up about them doing something intimate in front of everyone. Maybe he's an exhibitionist. Which just like the criminal record was something they haven't really talked about. All she really knew about his sexual fetishes was that he liked to be a bit rough, her biting her lips really turns him on, and that he really liked when she made him bleed that one time.

She smiled to herself. She did really like finding new ways to get his gears going, it made her feel sexy, almost like she had power over him. And it made her want to figure out more.

An airy breath hit her ear through the phone. "Shit."

"You ok?" She practically face palmed from her question.

"I'm good. Just can't stop thinking about fingering you while in catering."

"Dean!" She looked around the room as if she was surrounded by people who could hear him.

"Angel just think about it." He told her. "Me and you sitting in catering. You already worked up because I made you wear a skirt to work. To distract yourself, you pull out your laptop to do some work." So far, his fantasy seemed like exactly what would happen. "Feeling a little ignored, I would slide in close to your side, which you would notice but not car because it's me. And you love when I get close to you." Still true. "Then out of nowhere you would feel my hand on your knee. At first it would just be a small brush, nothing to bat those pretty little eyes at. But then you would feel it again, this time it would linger…."

She bit her lip as she listened to Dean's words. The way he spoke made pictures flash in her mind. She could really see everything he was talking about. And as far as it being a fantasy, it felt too real. Too real indeed. Her body was starting to react as if he was really doing this to her.

She could picture herself glancing around the room, trying to figure out if anyone was paying them attention as Dean ran his fingers around on her knee. She knew no one was, because he wouldn't be doing it if someone was.

She swallowed hard as the next part of the story washed through the phone. "When I push my hand just a little higher, so it was resting on your thigh, you would look up at me and bite you lip in such a way that told me that you knew you should stop me, but you didn't want to. And that look would be my go ahead, so I would lean forward. Making it look like I was watching whatever you were doing on the computer, but when in fact I'm just trying to get the right angle. With skill I use my foot to spread you legs a little wider."

As if he had a power to do just that through the phone, her legs moved a part slightly and she couldn't help but gasp. "Dean." She stopped him. "Wait."

"Don't like my story?"

"It's not that." She said knowing that she couldn't lie. He could hear how her voice changed. "I wanna go upstairs."

"Oh? That's my girl."

"I just feel awkward listening to this while my mom is in the living room."

"Awe but that's part of the fun, remember."

"Yeah, well you're not here to cover for my red face and ragged breathing." She took a deep breath as she walked into the living room where her mother was cuddled up on the couch, asleep.

Dean chuckled. "True."

"Now if you just give me a…."

"So where were we? Ah yes me nudging you knees open more so that I could get to that sweet pussy of yours." He started before she got to the stairs. Even though she knew her mom couldn't hear him, she glanced over her should and held her breath. "I'll push your panties to the side. None of this petting you over them shit. Nah. I want to touch you and touch you I will. And I'm sure my fingers will find you nice and wet for me. Won't I?"

She paused in the middle of the step she was taking when she realized that he waiting for her to answer him. She drew in a deep breath and answered. "Yes."

"Yes? Good girl." The tone of his appraisal sent a tingle down her back and made her answer even more true. "Are you upstairs yet?"

"Almost."

"You better hurry, we're getting to the good part." With that she started once again on her journey to her room. "Now because I know how much you love it, I would tease you at first. Quick swipes of my fingers, that is until they're soaked in your sweet juices."

Her face twisted at the choice of words. "Don't say it like that."

"Like what."

"Juices."

"How else would you want me to say it?"

"I don't know, just not that."

"But it fits you so much."

"How?"

"Because you're sweet and refreshing. Like a tall glass of juice after working in the hot sun all day." His voice turned into a growl towards the end. "I fucking love the way you taste. I crave it. Fuck."

D.D.D.

Dean gritted his teeth as he tightened the hold on his cock. What was it about this woman that always made him feel like he was a fucking teenager? If memory serves him, he didn't even feel like this the first time he had phone sex. Though he wouldn't really call this phone sex. It was him laying on his couch masturbating while saying what he was imaging out loud and every know and then having a small bit of banter with Angel who just happened to be on the phone with him.

People who knew him better would say he was lying but he didn't even mean for this to happen when he called her. Nah, he just wanted to hear her voice. This was supposed to be a normal conversation that couples had when they were away from each other. Hey how are you? What was your day like? I miss you. Yeah, I can't wait to see you again. I just saw this funny show on TV and I think you would like it. But nah, Dean couldn't be normal. Not even ten minutes into the conversation, he just had to get dirty. Had to tease her, just because he wanted to hear her get flustered.

And now look at him, being a fucking perv, licking his lips as his body begged for a taste of his girl's sweetness. He hadn't lied that juice fit her taste, but it wasn't his go to comparison. Nah, crack, heroin, or meth; whatever drug that can ruin your life but gives you the best high in your life. The one that you will always have a craving even if you try to quit.

Just as he thought about it, he heard the sounds of a door closing and he couldn't help but smirk. "Finally make it to your room, darlin'?"

"Mmhmm."

"Good, now I don't have to watch my mouth."

"When have you ever done that?"

He smirked. "When I'm at work. Can't be talking about fucking killing someone around all those kids."

"Sure, but I don't think that applies to this."

"I guess you're right. But then against I haven't gotten to the part where I would rub your little clit until your quivering in the seat next to me, or how I would use my free hand to press your head into my neck to make sure no one else hears those sexy as hell noises that you make."

"Won't someone notice that?"

"Nah, I'll just tell them you're tired. And no one will think otherwise do the fact that you have to deal with my ass." A sweet little laugh fluttered into his ear. "See I got you."

"W-what happens if, if I get to loud?" She asked. "I tend to do that, when…"

"I know you do baby." He grunted as he quickened his pace to Angel's words. He almost couldn't believe she was playing along like this. "And I have a plan for th-that too."

"Dean, are you?"

"Yeah."

She let out a whimper which sent his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

When he got control of himself again, he let out a low chuckle. "Darlin' I'm starting to think that you like when I jack off."

"I-I told you before that I want you to feel as good as you make me feel. And not to mention that its kind of hot."

"Oh?"

"Y-yeah, I find it a turn on I guess." She laughed at her own words. "I don't know how else to phrase it. It just really get me going, knowing that you're pleasuring yourself."

"Shit…darlin' you have a way with words." He said in between labored breaths. Giving a glance down at his throbbing cock, he sighed. He wasn't going to last much longer.

"It's weird isn't is."

"No." He answered quickly. "Trust me, just the thought…" He paused as his mind went racing. "Just the thought that of watching or even hearing you playing with yourself gets me rock hard." He smirked at himself when he heard her gasp again. "Though I'm pretty sure I'm not being treated to such a treat right now, am I."

"No."

"Why not baby? Come and join me. So, I'm the only one who feels good."

"I just don't normally…you know." He could hear her moving around. The poor thing probably felt awkward. "And now I don't think it would be the same."

"The same?"

"As how you make me feel." His heart thumped in his chest at the same time his dick throbbed in his hand. "I don't think I could make myself feel that good. Plus, I think I would get to overwhelmed and stop."

He shook his head at himself. "We need to work on that."

"What?"

"Well, I'm not going to always be around to help you, nor are you always going to want me to help. I'm sure I'm going to piss you off at some point where you're going to want your womanly time."

"Dean it's fine." She chuckled. "I'm not really into that."

"So, you're going to make it that I'm the only one who gets to have some fun on the phone."

"I like having fun with you."

Shit. For once he wished that he had one of those phones that could do facetime or whatever it was called. He desperately wanted to see her face right now. He knew she would have a little pout right now. Fuck. He could just picture it, could see her biting her bottom lip as she looked up at him. Those bright innocent eyes shining through her lashes.

He groaned as the image in his head instantly went to the time that she blew him in the shower. It was like he went back in time, he could see her on her knees as the water dripped down her body. He could see the shy tentative look on her face as she reached for him.

A shudder ran through his body as if it was waiting for her to touch him, only to ache when nothing came. What he wouldn't give to have her here. How would she react if she walked in on me like this? He wondered. She had said that it turned her on to know he was jacking off, but that didn't mean she would enjoy getting an eye full without warning. Then again, she liked to surprise him. Would she join him? Or would she stand in the corner of the room and watch? Either was fine for him. He snickered at himself, he had never been into exhibition, but for some reason he really wanted Angel to watch him. Wanted to feel those eyes on him.

His eyes flickered over to the opening of the hallway, like he was expecting her to be there. She wouldn't see me very well from there. Although knowing her, she would tiptoe closer without even noticing it, only to blush and stutter as she apologized in the cutest way possible. Yeah, she would get bashful but only for a moment before she turned bold.

Moaning, he pictured her draping herself across him, her eyes lock on his cock as she licked her lips. The image was so real that he could feel her delicate hand on his thighs, her little nails digging into his skin. He almost didn't notice that his own hand had moved deliver that sweet mix of pain and pleasure that he was looking for. "FUCK!" His breath hitched as his rhythmic pumping had become sloppy.

Glancing down, he whined when his fantasy didn't become a reality. Why did she have to go home? He wanted her so damn much that it hurt. Wanted to feel the warmth of her. Her softness. The way her sweet pussy wrapped around his cock just right. Like they were fucking made for each other. "Shit." His voice forced out. He was so close, he could feel his climax climbing.

A few more pumps and his apartment was filled with nothing but his grunts and pants. "Fuck…shit…Angel." His quivered. "Angel. Ahh…" All at once, every nerve in his body fired off, his muscles flexed to the point that he could breathe, and his mind went blank as he road out the sharp pleasure that shot through him. Wave after wave.

When it was over, he collapsed on the couch. "Fuck…me." He moaned as he dragged a shaking hand through his air. Taking a deep breath, he stretched out his limbs and looked down at the mess that laid on his stomach and chest.

Just when he went to finagle his way off the couch so he could get himself cleaned up, he heard a giggle come from right next to his left ear. "So, you know you never told me what your plan was."

Dean's eyes widened as his attention snapped over to his phone that was resting awkwardly on his shoulder.

A.A.A.

Covering her mouth so that he wouldn't hear, Angel fought to catch her breath. Never in a million years did she ever thing she would find something at erotic as listening to her boyfriend jack off over the phone. But boy oh boy. All the little grunts, moans, and half whimpers that Dean had let out still played in her mind on repeat. And she would never get over the way he yelled her name as he came, it made her toes curl.

"Uh, What?" Dean's voice broke when he finally answered her.

"You uh," She swallowed trying to help her dry throat. "You never said what your plan for when I get too loud was? You know in your story about me and you in catering."

Dean chuckled and the sound of it sent a shiver down her spin. His laugh was always something that made her want to sigh, but this, this was different. It sounded like pure sex. "That's easy. I would stop…right before I know your about to lose control and then I would take your hand and bring you to a more private place and fuck the living hell out you."

She inhaled sharply and bit the inside of her mouth to stop from moaning. "Oh? I should have known."

"You ok there, baby?"

"Yeah."

"Are you sure you don't want your turn? I would be more than happy to sit here and listen you, like you did for me."

Angel shook her head. "No, I'm ok."

Dean huffed. "Damn, that's not fair." He then said in a serious tone. "As long as you're sure."

"I'm am. Like I said before I've never really be one to…do that." She said feeling almost ashamed.

"At least tell me you're not going to try and fall asleep while you're all worked up."

"How do you know I'm all worked up?"

"I can hear it in your voice." And didn't that cocky attitude make it worse.

She bit her lip. "Don't worry, I'm going take a nice warm bath."

"Shit, can I join?"

"Didn't you just have your fun?"

"Yeah, but I really need to clean up my mess." He sighed. "Though I'm not sure a bath would be the best option for that."

"Probably not."

"Yeah, I should take a shower." He sounded kind of upset about the fact.

"You don't want to get cleaned up?"

"I don't want to move."

She laughed at him. "Get up and take a shower. Then you can just pass out in your bed and not have to move until tomorrow."

"Yes ma'am."

"Now, Dean."

"I'm going." She could hear him moving around. Which was a good sign. "Thanks, by the way."

Thanks? She drew her brows together. "What?"

"That's for putting up with my horny ass."

"Oh. Well you're welcome."

"Go enjoy your bath and get all nice and relaxed. And then dream of me tonight, will yeah?"

"I will." She smiled.

"Goodnight Angel."

"Night."

There was a pause where neither one of them moved and then she heard the little beep that meant the phone call had been disconnected. Inhaling deeply, she set her phone down on the bed next to her and stretched her neck. "Even two thousand miles away and you're driving me crazy." She laughed to herself. "You really are something, Dean."

Now it was time for that bath.

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