February 8th, 2012

Denver, Colorado

Big Burger Boys

Dean and Becky walk into the burger joint at night, where they'll be meeting Dolph Ziggler. A full moon flying high. Light snowfall with a cold chill had them bundled up. Dean with a bomber jacket and Becky with her new leather jacket. They sit in a booth and order food. Dean playing with his Netwatch as Becky stares out the window.

"Lovely city this is. Very chilly, but I'm getting a great vibe. What do you think?"

Dean was lost in another world. He wasn't too good with tech, so he felt like a caveman working for Apple.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to call someone, but this thing is a piece of shit."

Becky takes the watch, presses a few buttons, setting up the call screen. She slides it back to Dean with a cheeky smile.

"How'd you do that?"

"I read the manual. Didn't you?"

"The only thing I read are people."

"Deep. Be right back, I'm going to use the bathroom."

Once Becky gets up, Dean pulls out his phone, hoping to get in touch with Bayley. This would be his fifth call in the past two days. Only getting the answering machine. The result is no different, but he leaves a message.

"Hey Tanya, its me again. I know ignoring you was wrong. My job is stressful at times, but that doesn't make things any better. If the kid is mine, I'm more than willing to accept all responsibility. It may sound like I'm kissing your ass. I am, and I wouldn't do it for anyone else. So uh, call me back...please."

He quickly hangs up as Becky returns. The waitress brings their food. One burger and soda for Dean. Three double cheeseburgers and large chocolate milkshake for Becky. She immediately tears into her food, making Dean raise an eyebrow. He's been with some interesting women, none with this kind of appetite.

"If you don't mind me asking, what's up with the metal hand?"

"This? I lost my hand to a grenade back in the army. I spent half a year working for Bradshaw as a security guard. His company was also producing robotics as well and I volunteered. I got this hand for free, as long as I worked for Bradshaw."

"Its pretty cool."

"Aint it? I thinking about getting it tricked out. Maybe install a blade. A gun barrel in one of the fingers. My brother would of loved this. He was always into building things. What's the word for it? Uh..."

"Engineering."

Becky snaps her fingers and thanks Dean.

"Your brother die or something?"

"No. Me and Finnegan haven't talked in years. Back in our early teens we got into a lot of trouble. We grew up poor. Our mom left the family, so dad was trying to support two children. He got sick from working so much and we could barely afford medicine. So we stole food, helped run alcohol, even destroyed property for gangsters. Finnegan got arrested and was sent away. My dad sent me to live with my grandparents. My dad died a year later, I never heard from Finnegan and I went off to the army. Now here I am. What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Your family dude. Parents, sibilings. Alive, dead?"

"I aint got no family." He replied in a grim tone.

Noticing she struck a nerve, Becky focuses on finishing her second burger and starts chugging her shake. Downing the whole thing in 10 seconds. Letting out a huge burp afterwards. Dean chuckles seeing a mess of chocolate and cheese on her mouth. It was refreshing seeing a chick put it all out there. Dolph comes in wearing shades and a hoodie. He walks over to the duo, slightly pulling down his shades.

"I can't talk for long, so lets make this quick."

Dean slides over so Dolph can sit.

"Any particular reason for the disguise?" Asked Dean.

"Nah man, just hung over. Yesterday was my birthday. Partied hard. Got head from these two British girls. Then me and my buddy fucked this Brazilian chick."

Becky makes a twisted face, hearing things she didnt ask to.

"The dealer?" Asked Dean.

"Oh yeah, I'm shooting a couple of scenes on the tenth. I got a lady bringing me my usual purchase. Hang around long enough, you'll see her. Do whatever you got to do, just do it far away from my place. Don't need anyone bringing this back to me."

"Got the address?"

"843 Tron St. It'll be the studio building next to the pawn shop."

Becky types the address in her phone. Dolph snatches her last burger and swiftly dips out, catching her off guard. Dean laughs as he pulls out money for the bill. With the work day set, they had an entire 24 hours to prepare.

Back at their hotel, Dean hits the bar while Becky heads up to her room. Feeling a little tired, she throws her bag and falls back on the bed. She gets a phone call from Charlotte.

"Hey. How's California."

"Who's this?"

"What? Its Becky. You drunk?"

"No."

A few seconds of silence pass. Interrupted by the sound of crunching chips on Charlotte's end.

"Charlotte!"

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing?"

"Ya know, just hanging around."

"Well what do you want?"

"I don't know."

"YOU CALLLED ME!"

"Oh yeah I did...bye."

Charlotte hangs up, leaving Becky confused about what just happened. She probably was drunk. Down at the bar, Dean finally gets the Netwatch working so he can call Roman. No answer after a minute. He tries to call Seth, no answer from him either. With no one to talk to, he orders another shot to drink the night away.

An hour later after a soccer game finishes, Dean decides to go bed. His room was right next to Becky's, just in case something happened and they could find each other quickly. He enters the room and kicks off his shoes. Didn't even feel like getting undressed. He just wanted to lay down. Besides, it wasn't like they had anything to do tomorrow. Dean collapses on the bed, head spinning from the usual combination of alcohol. He closes his eyes for a good five minutes before someone starts screaming. Dean sits up to listen, recognizing the scream.

"Becky?"

He goes to Becky's door and starts knocking.

"Becky?"

Her screams get louder and more horrific. Dean starts banging on the door, yelling for her to open up. With no other choice, Dean steps back and kicks her door open. Running in to find her violently shaking.

"BECKY! BECKY!" He shouts.

Her eyes open up, staring at Dean, but not completely there. Dean grabs her arms to try and keep her still. Becky starts struggling, trying to fight back. Dean wraps his arms around her tightly. People start coming from their room to check on the commotion.

"Becky its me Dean! Calm down!"

Hearing the sound of a familiar voice, Becky's shaking comes down to slight shivers. Her ecstatic breathing cooling off. A few people peek inside to see what happened. Hotel security pushes everyone out the way to get inside.

"What's going on in here?" Asked the guard.

"My friend was screaming. The door was locked so I kicked it open to check on her."

"Did this get physical?"

"No sir, nothing like that happened. I just wanted to calm her down."

"Ma'am are you okay?"

Finally coming to, she noticed everyone crowding the area.

"Ma'am are you okay?

"I'm okay."

"Are you sure? Should we call an ambulance?"

"No, its fine. I'm a war vet. I tend to have a nightmare every once in a while."

"Okay then. If you need anything, feel free to call us. Back to your rooms everyone."

Security ushers everyone away as Dean apologizes for the door. He assures he'll pay for as security leaves. Dean sits on the bed, staring down in silence.

"I'm sorry Dean. I should of told you. This is so fucking embarrassing."

"I understand. War can be hard on people. Does anyone else know?"

"Just my ex and Charlotte. I usually do solo jobs. Then our bosses sprung your team on us."

"It's fine. Your human. Can't blame anyone for something like that. Was it the grenade thing?"

"Mhmm. It's always the same scenario over and over. That grenade just flies in. Seeing how close it was, I though that was really it for me. The pain was so bad afterwards, I felt better off just dying there."

"I know how you feel. I've had my own brushes with the reaper. I can count on both hands how many times I almost died in prison."

"You were in prison?"

"I basically lived there most of my youth. Funny thing was, it felt more like home than it ever did with my parents. There was this one guy. I think his name was Kevin. I forget. Kept to himself, but could beat a guys brains in. He used to call me Dino. Closest thing I had to a friend back then."

"Dino huh? I think we got a new nickname for you." Said Becky laughing.

"Hey! You keep that to yourself. Not even Roman and Seth know that."

Becky sticks out her pinky.

"Don't make me do that goofy shit." He groaned.

"Come on. You keep what happened tonight to yourself and I'll keep your nickname to myself."

Dean accepts the pinky swear, trying to hold back a smile. Becky leans over and kisses him on the cheek.

"Whelp, thanks for that. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to bed." Said Dean.

Dean stands up to stretch. He takes one step and falls face first on the floor.

"Don't worry, I'm okay. Just drunk."

"Want me to help you up?"

"No. This floor is pretty comfy."

Becky takes a pillow and sticks it under Dean's head. She hops back in bed and covers up.

"Hey Dean?"

She turns over to see Dean already passed out. Whatever she was about to say, it can wait.

"Goodnight Dino."