The glass bottle was cold. The beer was cold. The seat was comfy. All Rebel needed now was for Seth to arrive. If he could do so without Roman and Dean coming in tow that would be a miracle. Rebel had no idea how to explain what happened to all of them. Roman was likely to hunt Orton down and knock him out and Dean? Dean would likely do the same. Although the hints Roman gave just before Wrestlemania indicated it would be for a different reason. As she tipped the bottle up to drink from it once more, she saw Seth walk in the hotel bar. A glance around and he spotted her, coming over to the bar.

"You took your time." Rebel observed with a smile.

"Roman and Dean were going out themselves anyway. I waited till they'd left. You're probably the topic of their discussion anyway." He said before they ordered fresh drinks and went and sat down in a quiet corner. There was idle chatter for a while, both going on to a second drink before Seth asked Rebel what was wrong.

"This…this is weird." Rebel began. "I told you guys Randy was the one who found me when I found out Tori was dead, right?" She said leaning forwards, so her elbows rested on her knees, propping her up as she stuck her hands in her hair.

"There's a little more to that, isn't there?" Seth asked. The gentle tone was not lost on Rebel as she shook her head.

"He kissed me."

"Kissed you?!" Seth exclaimed.

"On the forehead." Rebel explained what had happened as Seth sat and listened, before getting to the morning's evens. That something about Randy's gaze unnerved her. Something was not quite right, or at least his normal when he looked at her.

"I can't put my finger on it, Seth. But the only person who I've seen look at me anything remotely like that is Dean." She looked at her friend with horrified realisation. "Wait, you don't think he's been after me all this time because he fancies me, do you?"

"Well, let's hope not for both of your sakes. Because Dean will murder him. You need to do something about that, by the way." Seth added before tipping up his bottle. "He's practically pining after you. Guy can't think straight when you're around."

"Roman did mention something about him liking me-" She was cut off abruptly by Seth nearly choking on the beer he had taken a mouthful of and having to set the bottle down amid barely held back laughs.

"Rebel…you're fucking dense, you know that?" He looked her in the eye as she coloured a little. "He more than likes you. He's obsessed with you. In a good way that is. He wants to be with you. Can't tell you how many of the other girls on the roster he's turned down since you came on the scene. He wants to be with you and only you."

"And he hasn't done anything why exactly?" she asked with a frown atop her brow.

"Well, firstly it was because you were fighting main event at Mania. He didn't want to distract you. Plus you friend-zoned him fucking hard the other month-"

"Like I don't regret that." She groaned as Seth carried on.

"And finally well, he's just waiting for the right time. With everything that's going on between you and Orton, he's just not found it yet. Or perhaps…just maybe he's waiting for you to give off the signal that actually, you do like him."

As the show the following day finished, Rebel found herself relieved. She was expecting some comeback after winning the night before. Apart from some banter between her and Roman and the crowds pretty solidly believing she was heading for round two with him, it had been fairly quiet. Rebel was in the ring just taking five minute to herself. To breathe, to think. Or not think, she said to herself as she realised she had spent the last ten minutes staring at the turnbuckle she was leaning on.

"You ok Bel?" asked a voice, and she turned to see Dean stood on the floor on the opposite side of the ring.

"Just trying to keep my head on straight and failing miserably as usual Dean." She said, giving him a weak smile. He gave her a soft laugh in return and climbed up in the ring to join her.

"You got something on your mind?"

"Yeah and no. I guess I'm just…I dunno Dean. I think everything is catching up." Rebel found herself being way more honest than she had intended. "I mean, I didn't wake up back in January expecting to even be in the Royal Rumble, never mind win it. I still feel like I stole that from you." She looked up from her feet as Dean leant against the ring rope next to her.

"Nah. You saw the situation and acted accordingly. Anyone else would have done the same."

"Except I've not been allowed to stop since." Rebel replied with an eye roll.

"And you dragged us along for the ride. What with the whole sledgehammer incident-" Dean added, getting an elbow for his trouble.

"Did you have to bring that up? I still feel like an asshole for it." She grumbled, crossing her arms in front of her.

"That's 'cause you were, but I'm going to let it slide." There was silence for a moment before Dean spoke once more.

"Listen…Rebel…I, uh," He was stumbling over his words and Rebel looked over at him. If she had looked up towards the walkway she'd have seen Seth and Roman giving him the thumbs up. Dean took a breath and tried again.

"Didyouwannagooutforadrink?" He blurted.

"Sorry?" Rebel looked at him as she tried to understand what he'd said.

"You and me, um did you want to go out for a drink?" He said. Rebel looked in his eyes and found her protests of wanting an early night melting in seconds.

"Tonight?" Dean nodded. "Sure."

"You…you do?"

"Why wouldn't I?" She took his hand in hers. "Did you..uh…have anywhere in mind?"

As it turned out Dean really didn't and so they went to drink at the hotel bar. While both enjoyed each other's company, the elephant in the room of their feelings for each other was completely avoided till they decided it was time to head up to their rooms.

"So…maybe we could do this again sometime?" Rebel asked, deciding to take the lead as she stood outside her hotel room door. Seth was likely fast asleep by now.

"Yeah. I'd like that." Dean said with a tipsy smile. "Listen Rebel…I need to be honest with you." He took her hand this time. "Please hear me out because I damn well struggle enough to say this now, never mind sober…I'm crazy about you."

"You are?" Rebel found it made her heart both leap and plummet at the same time.

"God yes. I've been nuts about you since…since I don't know when. Maybe I'd have done something eventually, but being kinda pushed to work with you because of the Rumble..I just…"

"Dean."

"Hmm?"

"Shut up." Rebel finished before pulling him closer and planting a passionate kiss on his lips. He looked at her dazed as she pulled away, red in the face.

"Fuck…I'm not usually so bold, I'm so sorry…mph!" She was silenced herself as Dean pulled her in to his arms and returned her kiss with a passion of his own.

"Rebel, shut up." He breathed as he set her lips free momentarily, pressing his forehead to hers. "Maybe we could eat breakfast together tomorrow, and…um…discuss this when we're sober?" He asked.

"You wanna make sure this isn't just some drunken dream come true?" She asked. Dean nodded. "Me too."

"But for now…let me have this to tide me over till the morning." He replied before claiming her mouth with his own once more. Both of them heard footsteps, both of them heard a muffled voice but neither paid it any attention.

The following day Roman and Seth were quite pleased with their handiwork, they decided, as they watched Dean and Rebel act like two school kids with crushes.

"Took you both long enough." Seth remarked as the pair linked arms walking towards the backstage area.

"Yeah..well…" Rebel said by way of an answer. Dean just shrugged with a guilty grin.

"So, now you two are sorted, shall we get ready for the evenings events?" Roman asked as they began to walk.

"No sign of Orton?" asked Rebel. Seth shook his head before informing them Randy hadn't been seen all day so far. Rebel breathed a sigh of relief, hoping he wouldn't show that night.

Her relief was unbelievably short-lived. Rebel found herself alone as the three men went out for their own fight early in the evening's entertainment. She settled herself in an off-camera area to sit and wait for them. She just wanted to dwell on what had happened in the past twenty-four hours and try convince herself that it was actually real, that Dean was actually hers now. Except she wasn't there long when Randy Orton himself came in. Inwardly she groaned. She was not in the mood for his shit and wasn't going to stay put and deal with it. So she got up and left. The problem with that was that he had noticed and decided to follow her. His footsteps followed her up the hallway at a quick pace as he tried to catch up.

"So, Rebel, you and Dean finally kissed and made up. Well, kissed in the first place." He said as he reached her side and fell in to step with her. Rebel rolled her eyes, though the realisation he had to have seen her and Dean kiss wasn't lost on her.

"Do me a favour Randy, and fuck off yeah? I'm in no mood for this." She sighed. Apparently that was the wrong thing to do as she suddenly found herself pinned against the wall and a pair of lips covering her own. She struggled hard, managing to bring up a knee into his gut. She knew it wasn't enough to hurt but it would break his hold, and that was what it did.

"Mph…get the fuck OFF me!" She yelled at him, shoving him hard away from her.

"What's wrong Rebel? Can't handle a real man making moves on you?" He said with a venomous smile. She returned the smile with a look of pure disgust.

"Oh trust me you are FAR from a real man, Orton." She spat, before wiping her mouth as if to erase the mark his kiss had made.

"You wouldn't know, you've never had the pleasure of me." He said advancing again. Rebel backed up away from him once more, trying to find a way out. She failed and found herself trapped between him and a wall.

"I'd hardly call you pleasurable. I'd rather fuck a cactus." She retorted. He hemmed her in closer, pressing himself against her as he sandwiched her between himself and the wall.

"I'm gonna get my hands on you, Wild. And I'll enjoy every minute of it." His mouth was next to her ear and while low and seductive, his words screamed anything but to Rebel. With a lick of his tongue on her cheek, Rebel forced him away from her and stepped free of the makeshift prison.

"I would rather eat barbed wire than tangle with you in the sheets." The words stabbed with venom before she walked away.

"Who said it had to be in the sheets?" He called out, making her stop dead in her tracks a moment, before not giving him the satisfaction of a retort and walking on. She knew damn well what he was implying. Rebel resolved to say nothing to Dean about the encounter. At least, not tonight. The conversation could wait for now.

Sorry it's been so long, life got in the way. Enjoy! Zelks xx