CJ hadn't texted Dean to let him know that she had gotten back okay and that worried him. Seth had let her leave before him, despite promising Dean that they would be together the whole time, and that pissed him off. Seth may not have known why Dean was protective of CJ, but he knew that she was a big deal and the fact that he broke such a simple promise really irritated Dean. So he went to breakfast while Seth was still sleeping, and was pleasantly surprised to see CJ sitting at a table by a window.

From a distance she looked fine. She looked like she had gotten up early and was people watching with her breakfast. But, when he sat down across from her after getting his own breakfast, he saw how tired she looked despite the makeup and he noticed that she had been crying. She didn't look like herself and he didn't like it.

"Good morning, your highness."

"Good morning to you, Sir Ambrose." She greeted with a small smile, setting down her coffee mug and picking up spoon to stir her oatmeal.

"You didn't text me last night." Dean commented before taking a drink of his own coffee and watching CJ play with her oatmeal.

"I know, and I'm sorry, it slipped my mind."

"Did Seth say some shit?"

"No. He asked me to be his girlfriend, actually, and I may have broken his heart. He said he could fix me, but I know that would've left me once he realized that I was damaged beyond repair." CJ mused, returning her attention to the window while Dean cut into his omelette.

"You can't fix people. People don't need fixing, either, CJ. I think that damaged people just need to find somebody who they can relate to."

"What made you the expert?" CJ asked softly, pulling down the sleeves of her black long-sleeved vneck before resting her chin on her hand, looking at Dean expectantly.

"Because I'm damaged, too, CJ."

"So you're saying that I need to find somebody with abandonment issues and possibly daddy issues?"

"You need to find somebody who's constantly feeling alone." He wasn't going to point out that he was talking about himself, she could decipher that however she wanted. Instead of further elaborating, he only continued to eat his breakfast and she went back to her oatmeal. "But if you said no, why were you crying?"

"It wasn't Seth related." CJ assured, thinking back to how she woke up that morning. She still wasn't sure what had happened or how she got to her hotel room, but she had what she assumed was a calling card written on her arms. "Does the phrase 'they wanted this war' mean anything to you? Oh, throw 'run' in there too."

"Kinda. Why?"

"Because it was written on my arms this morning in washable marker when I woke up. It was probably Rose Art, too. Cheap fucks."

"Seriously?" Dean wasn't sure what was more shocking to him; her getting attacked or her taking offense to the fact that it was written in washable marker. But he knew who did it.

"I know, right? If whoever wanted to make an impact, they could have used a sharpie." CJ mumbled, tugging at her sleeves while Dean's foot started tapping. "I don't remember getting to my hotel room last night so I'm not sure what happened after I left Seth and I'm scared, Dean."

"I can't take my eyes off you for a second, can I, your highness?"

"I suppose you can't, Sir Ambrose. What do we do now?" CJ asked, pushing her bowl of oatmeal aside and picking up her mug of coffee.

"You don't leave my side and you sit in The Shield locker room when I have matches. Just until Sunday. This ends on Sunday." Dean stated firmly and CJ nodded. She could see how upset he was, but she wasn't sure at what. She only hoped that he wasn't upset with her for some reason.

"Dean, I know that you don't want me being overly paranoid but I need to know who I'm supposed to look out for if you're not around."

"CJ, I'm never not going to be around." Dean tried assure and she tilted her head.

"You're going to be in matches and people are going to know that I'm in your locker room. There's going to be knocks and I'm going to have to answer." She argued and Dean sighed at how right she was.

"I'll text you the list. Did you have any plans today?"

"I was supposed to go shopping today."

"With people?"

"With you. I don't like shopping with other women unless it's for a dress or something like that. Unless you're busy, I can always shop online."

"No, we can go."

Dean regretted not accepting her offer to just shop online. He could barely handle shopping on his own, and watching her investigate jeans closely. He didn't realize how much thought went into the jeans that made her ass look so spectacular and, even though he had a new found respect for the effort she put into what she wore, he was bored out of his mind. But he stood his ground, keeping himself one step behind her and hovering when she stopped in front of a rack.

"People are going to think we're dating." CJ warned, turning her head slightly to look back at Dean. He only rest his chin on her shoulder and gave a shrug.

"Why do we care, CJ? The fans can say what they want, but we know what's really going on."

"I don't want Seth to get the wrong idea and get mad at you. You guys have a big match coming up and-"

"And you just told him last night that you don't do relationships. I don't either, so he would know that there's no relationship here. He'd have to be an idiot to misinterpret this."

"I guess you're right. If I tried these on, would you give me your honest opinion on how I look in them?" CJ asked with a smile, testing how much shopping Dean could actually handle.

"Since you asked so nicely, your highness, I wouldn't mind you modeling for me. If I can watch you change."

"Nice try, Ambrose."

"It was worth a shot. But yeah, go ahead."

"Thank you."

Even though he spent the majority of the day with his head on a swivel, Dean had a good time with CJ. Once she had gotten over the marker thing, she was in a happier mood and became a really playful companion. At one point she even held his hand for a few minutes to drag him into a photo booth.

"So now I have photo evidence that The Dean Ambrose smiles." CJ teased, waving her photo strip in his face while he tucked his into his wallet.

"Am I hanging onto yours, too?"

"It's fine in the bag with my jeans. Now that I've made you critique jeans, drink obscene amounts of Jamba Juice, take pictures, and allowed you to lick my face for one of said pictures... What's next?"

"Let's head back to the hotel. You look like you could use a nap." CJ opened her mouth to argue, but instead a small yawn escaped her mouth. "My point exactly. It's nap time, your highness. That yawn was cute, though."

"Fuck you." CJ laughed as playfully pushed Dean, but he didn't budge and only smirked down at her.

"After your nap, your highness."

WrestleMania 31 is going to be an hour away from where I live. Guess who's going to mania next year?

Thanks to ArtisticLullaby, ChelleLew, angelsdee327, UntilNeverDawns, and AshleighxAwsome for reviewing the last chapter! You guys are awesome!