She held on tight to Roman as he was hugging her goodbye before leaving for the arena along with Dean that evening.
"Are you gonna come back here afterwards?" She asked.
"I need to go home. I can't stay here forever," he answered.
"Please," she whispered.
"You'll be fine, Sadie," he said.
"Can't I go home with you instead then?" She asked.
He leaned back out, looked down at her and ran his fingers through her hair.
"He won't hurt you. I promise," he said.
She hung her head and finally let go off him. He walked towards the front door.
"Sadie..." She heard Dean as he approached.
She quickly turned around and walked away from him.
"Just... just keep the door locked. I'll be back soon," he yelled after her as he felt his heart drop.
"She won't look at me or talk to me," Dean said as they walked towards the car.
"Give her time," Roman said.
"I'm trying here. I thought we made a small break through this morning," Dean said.
"What happened?" Roman asked.
"She walked in on me naked in the bathroom," Dean answered.
"So walk around naked all day tomorrow if that's what it takes," Roman chuckled.
"Jeez Roman, I want her to stick around. Not scare her away again," Dean said.
"Just threaten to chase her down in your naked form if she runs off. That would make anyone stay," Roman said, still chuckling.
"You're such an idiot," Dean said with a smile.
He skipped the afterparty after the show and came straight home to find her asleep in the bed. He looked at her for a while, just taking in her sleeping form, thinking about all those nights he had been lying there next to her, just holding her tight. He thought about it for a second just to crawl down next to her and hold her close but he knew it wouldn't benefit him in the morning when she woke up. Instead he walked over to her and stole a soft kiss from her lips like he used to do in the beginning when she was sleeping like now.
"Sleep tight, sweetheart," he whispered before walking out of the bedroom.
He was awake, sitting on the couch, watching tv and drinking coffee next morning when she got out of bed. When he saw her, he shut off the tv.
"Come, sit down," he said as he patted his hand on the couch next to him.
She hesitated, shifting the weight from one foot to another.
"It's either that or I'm gonna get naked," he said.
"What?" She blurted out and looked at him confused.
"Roman's idea. You don't look to be on board with that. Better sit down then," he said and smiled.
She thought about it for three seconds before finally sitting down next to him. He handed her a cup of coffee.
"Okay, here's how it's gonna go today. We're gonna sit here and lay out all the cards. We're gonna talk about our pasts and everything that has gone down for us in our lives. We're gonna talk about what has led us to this day. We're gonna get it all out. We're gonna cry and laugh, be mad and happy, and when we're done there will be nothing left unsaid between us," he said.
She chewed on her lip and slowly nodded.
"I'm surprised you left me alone in bed last night," she finally spoke.
"I almost didn't. I just wanted to crawl behind you and hold you close. I did go to the bathroom to relieve the pressure though," he said and smirked.
"Dean!" She yelled while a little smile showed on her face.
"I missed that smile so much," he said.
They talked for hours and no stone was left unturned. He made her open up entirely about her past with her abusive father and he opened up about his tragic childhood as well and how his alter ego Moxley had been created and had been allowed to rule his life for years. By the end of it they both had a better grasp of what had led the other to where they were today.
"So where do we go from here?" She asked.
"I don't know. Where do you wanna go?" He asked.
He took her hand and caressed it.
"I'm not sure," she answered before pulling her hand away from him.
He sighed. He had hoped this conversation would have brought them back together. He was a fool for thinking a bunch of words and truths could fix everything between them.
"I guess... I guess you can start sleeping in the bed again," she finally said.
"I'd like that very much," he said.
"But that's all. Sleep and nothing else," she quickly added.
He smiled and nodded. He couldn't agree to it verbally because he knew he would be lying.
"Oh shoot, before I forget. I got you a job," he said, changing the subject quickly.
"A job?" She asked surprised.
"Yeah, in a week or two when you're healed and better, you'll be selling tickets for our shows," he said.
"But..." She started but he cut her off.
"He's gone. Turns out it's not allowed to sleep with customers and give them a free entrance," he said.
She frowned.
"Don't worry. Your name didn't come up. I went to our boss and told him what he's been doing. Surprisingly he admitted to it right away. Turns out you weren't the only one getting that deal. He did it to two others as well," he said.
"I don't know what to say," she said.
"Just say yes. This is good for you. It's a job, a real job. You don't ever have to go back to the streets," he said.
"But Dean..." She started.
"You don't owe me anything and even if you end up leaving to go live somewhere else, I won't give you a hard time at work. I can be professional," he said.
"I still don't know... thank you, I guess," she said.
He smiled at her.
"I would hug you right now if you would allow me," he said.
"Since when do you ask nicely?" She asked.
He looked at her. There was something deep in her eyes beyond that dead look he couldn't quite figure out, like some sort of challenge. She was right. When did he start to ask nicely? Ever since he realized she was the one he wanted in his life. He twisted a little smile at her before putting his arms around her to hug her. He smiled into her hair as he felt her arms around him too. He could sit like this forever if he had to. This was a small victory and he didn't want the moment to go away again.