Hell Bound For You

Chapter 8: Yes or No?

"So…what should we do, Peaches?" Dean asked looking over at Mallory as they sat on the couch. It was an unusually rainy day in Las Vegas and they were bored to death. She glanced back at Dean with pursed lips and shrugged.

"The hell if I know shug… this is your city. You oughta know what's fun to do around here on rainy days by now." Mallory snickered as Dean poked at her side for being a smart-ass. He tugged on her arm in an attempt to pull her over into his lap but he stopped as his phone started to ring.

"You gonna answer that, sugar?" Mallory inquired.

"Nope." Dean smirked, resuming his efforts to get her into his lap.

"There… you happy now?" she teased with a grin after straddling him. Dean nodded quickly with a flash of a smile and began attacking her neck with kisses and teasing swipes of his tongue. He firmly gripped and kneaded the soft flesh of her perfectly round ass after she began to slowly grind against him in her denim blue jean shorts. She could feel his length steadily rising in his sweatpants.

"Now this is my kinda fun." Dean murmured against her neck between kisses. One hand kept a firm grip on her butt as the other caressed her back. Things were getting really heated when Dean's phone rang yet again.

"You should answer that cause it seems like whoever the hell it is, is just gonna keep calling you..." Mallory huffed as she got up from Dean's lap and tossed his phone to him. He grumbled, shaking his head as he watched her leave the living room.

"God dammit this better be a life or death situation you're calling me with..." Dean snarled as he answered the phone.

"Uh... sorry to disturb you, Mr. Ambrose but this is the Las Vegas police department. My name is Officer Thompson and I'm just calling to inform you that the marriage license you and Ms. Mallory Jones obtained from the Little White Chapel on 5th about 7 months ago."

"Yeah… what about it?" Dean asked.

"It's a fraudulent license, sir." Officer Thompson replied.

"Excuse me... so what the hell are you saying?" Dean interrupted.

"It means your marriage was false sir. We just recently raided the chapel this past week and we discovered hundreds of false licenses. I'm sorry to break the news to you but your marriage is no longer valid nor did it ever exist." Officer Thompson sighed.

"Ah shit..." Dean mumbled, running a palm down his face. "So... what the hell am I supposed to do now?"

"I have the case number if you and Ms. Jones would like to go through the court and obtain an official license. If you're ready... the number is..."

"No, no, no. That uh... that won't be necessary. Thank you Officer Thompson but I have a better idea." Dean smiled as he hung up the phone quickly. As unfortunate as this situation was, it turned out to be the perfect opportunity for something Dean had been planning for a quite some time now.


"Did you get lost in the closet or something, Peaches?" Dean laughed as he called out to Mallory.

"No!" she giggled. "But I did find a bunch of these…" she smiled brightly and dropped several board games down onto the coffee table.

"I didn't know you were a hardcore board game player, Deano…" Mallory said teasingly. Dean's cheeks were redder than fresh beets as he peered back at his girl. He stared at her curiously as he pondered how he was going to break the news to her about their marriage. As ironic as this situation may have been, the timing was almost perfect.

"So shug… which one should we play?" she asked before plopping down on the couch next to Dean. "We've got Sorry, Connect Four, Life, Yahtzee, Monopoly and… ooh I didn't know you had Twister." Mallory smiled deviantly. Dean took a second to scan over the games.

"We uh… we could play Monopoly." he sighed scratching his head.

"Um… I don't think so sugar."

"Oh yeah… Well why the hell not?" Dean chuckled.

"Because I'd take the clothes off your back in that game by leaving you so broke…" she cackled manically. Dean's brow furrowed as his competitive side began to wash over him.

"So you think you can beat me at Monopoly?" he smirked.

"Oh shug I don't just think I can beat you… I know I can beat you." Mallory replied with a smug grin of her own. "So what's it gonna be cowboy? Are you gonna pick a different game or try your luck?" Dean simply laughed as a devious grin spread across his face.

"This is Vegas darling… I'm gonna try my luck! And to raise the stakes a bit, let's make this a game of strip Monopoly since you say you'd take the shirt off my back." he said expectantly. Mallory was impressed with Dean's confidence but she promised herself that she would show no mercy.

"Alright shug…it's your funeral." she snickered.

"Yeah we'll see about that baby. Once I'm done with you, Seth won't be the only Money in the Bank winner we know… I'll shuffle the cards, you roll out the money." he smiled as Mallory immediately began passing out the allotted amount of money required to start the game.


"Ooh... Park Place and I've got the hotel on it! That'll be $1100 so uh… pay up, peaches!" Dean grinned, rubbing his palms together as watched Mallory carefully. He was down to just his sweatpants and socks but he had his opponent right where he wanted her… much to her disdain of still being almost fully clothed of course.

"Here's your money, now what do you want me to take off?" she asked excitedly with a little shimmy of her shoulders.

"I want you to take off your wedding ring…"

"Come again?" Mallory frowned in confusion. "Why do you want me to take off my ring? Are you sure you don't want me to take off my shirt… or my shorts?" she winced.

"Nope. I just want your ring…" Dean shrugged. He fought hard to keep himself from laughing in his girls face but he knew her frustration was building.

"Am I doing something wrong? Has he lost interest in me… Oh God is he leaving me!? Why the hell does he want my ring? Of all the things for me to take off… he wants my ring!" Mallory pondered as she cautiously slid the silver band off her finger. She couldn't help but see the ridiculously smug grin on Dean's face as she handed over her ring. Curiosity had gotten the best of her and she couldn't hold back any longer.

"Is there something you wanna tell me? I mean… I'm not trying to brag here but I know I've got a banging body." she said, motioning to herself. "Any other time you'd be trying or chomping at the bit to get me naked, so what the hell changed between that phone call and right now?"

"Sweet! She's pissed off and right where I want her to be. Wonder how far I can push this?" Dean mused with a cunning smile. Mallory crossed her arms as she awaited his response.

"It's simple really… We're not married and we never have been." he confessed with a slight chuckle. He waited a few seconds to gage Mallory's reaction and it was exactly the rise he was hoping to get out of her.

"What the fuck do you mean, we're not married and we never have been? Last time I checked… our drunk asses got married at the Little White Chapel on 5th about 7 months ago! So if this some sort of sick joke or if this is your fucked up way of breaking up with me, then you need to stop speaking in riddles Dean because it isn't funny!" she snapped, hopping up from the couch.

"Oh really? So this was a true marriage to you? I mean… we have amazing sexual chemistry and a you're a lot of fun but really what else have we done in this 7 month marriage, Mallory? How much do you really know about me and how much do I really know about you?" Dean fired back, trying hard not to smile as he seriously knew he was walking a fine line.

"So suddenly you don't know enough about me for us to be married?" she huffed making finger quotes at him. "Honestly... that's the biggest load of shit I've ever heard! If you wanted us to be over then you should've said something, Dean."

"I should've said something! Excuse me… 7 months of 'marriage' not to mention the time we spent together before this and not even 1 single solitary I love you has come outta your mouth! So yeah… if you ask me, we've got a lot of getting to know each other to do Mallory." he retorted.

Mallory's eyes grew wide as she couldn't even gather a response in her head. She felt the stinging of tears forming in her eyes and darted off into the bedroom shutting the door behind her. Dean sighed in contentment as he had officially succeeded in making her angry. He could only hope that his plan was going to work itself out.

He took his phone out of his pocket as he sat back down on the couch and sent out a quick text.

(To Brenna): Hey kiddo… I know you're in Iowa mending fences and what not with Power Ranger Rollins, but I need a favor and fast…


Mallory sat in the center of the bed, clutching on to a giant teddy bear that Dean had won her at the rodeo in Houston the month before. She wiped at her eyes as she realized she was holding onto the bear that she named, Dino as a pun for Dean. She flipped through the TV channels for a moment and finally settled on the Food Network, later tossing the remote.

"Stupid Ambrose… but maybe he's right. I've never told him that I love him. And God help me… I do love that dingus!" she sighed, holding on to the bear a little tighter. She could hear his phone going off in the other room along with sounds of him shuffling about, but she refused to leave the room to see what was happening.

Dean quickly spruced up the living room and kitchen areas as he shoved the board games into the coat closet. Following directions from Brenna, he managed to set up a very calming ambiance of candles and super soft music in the background. He dug in the fridge for a bottle of champagne and the sliced strawberries he had gotten from the store and set them out.

He mentally went over his apology to Mallory for the millionth time in hopes that she would forgive him… eventually.

"Babe… would you please come out? I… need to explain and apologize." Dean asked softly as he knocked on the bedroom door. He moved over to the kitchen area as a precaution in case Mallory had planned on throwing something at his head. His hands were in his pockets as he nervously gripped the tiny Tiffany's box in his right pocket.

"Really hope I didn't fuck this up…" he thought as he heard the bedroom door slowly crack open.

"Peaches…" he said softly as Mallory appeared in the doorway, hanging on to Dino. "H… Hey." he said sheepishly. "Come on over and take a seat… please."

Mallory stared at Dean suspiciously as she walked over to sit at the kitchen table. She was caught off guard by the candles and music because that was definitely not a side of Dean she had ever seen before.

"What's going on?" she sniffled. Dean frowned a bit as he could tell Mallory had been crying. He took her dainty hand into his as he joined her in sitting down at the table.

"Look.. first off I just wanna say I'm sorry. All that venom I was spitting at you earlier, I didn't mean any of it. Well… except for maybe the I love you part, but that's another discussion." he exhaled, rubbing the back of her hand absently. Mallory continued to stare at him with a blank expression so Dean continued.

"The phone call that I got earlier was from the Las Vegas PD. They were calling to inform me… or us rather, that our marriage license we received from the Little White Chapel on 5th was a fraud. They raided that place this week and turns out that guy has a slew of fraudulent marriages under his belt." Dean chuckled dryly.

"No wonder that shit costs $50…" Mallory whispered, making Dean laugh at her remark. She smiled at him sheepishly but quickly scowled at him to hold onto her anger. "Dean, all you had to do was tell me that instead of hurting my feelings and making me feel like crap…"

"Uh… well I know." he said rubbing at his neck. "But if I would've done that, then I wouldn't have been able to do this…" he grinned, slipping out of his chair to kneel down on one knee in front of her.

Mallory's heart began to race furiously inside her chest as she felt an array of emotions surging over her. This was the one thing she never thought she would ever experience... again.

Dean's heart raced as he peered up into her honey colored eyes and licked his lips, slowly pulling the Tiffany's box out of his pocket.

"Mallory Rachelle Jones…" Dean started but quickly stopped as he felt Mallory's hand slide across his face with a slap. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hands in shock as she looked back at Dean who was rubbing his cheek.

"Sorry…" she whispered with an impish grin. Dean sighed with a little smile at the corner of his lips as he rubbed his cheek.

"As I was saying before you went all Stephanie McMahon on me…" he laughed. "Mallory Rachelle Jones, would you do me the honor of officially becoming Mrs. Jonathan Dean Ambrose?"

Mallory sat and stared back and forth between Dean and the stunning diamond ring he was holding in his right hand. She bite her bottom lip and took a deep breath before she replied.

"Bu… But what about our pasts and the not knowing and…"

"Yes or no, woman?" Dean huffed cutting Mallory short. She blinked a few times as she frantically searched for any reasons to say no, but she came up empty.

"Well…" Dean said as he held his breath.

"My answer is… well… yes!" Mallory smiled brightly at Dean. "You know how to work my everlasting nerve and sometimes you're a complete pain in my ass… but I do without a doubt, love you."

Dean sprang up from the floor and grabbed Mallory as he stood upright with her in his arms and swung her around. He placed her back down on her feet and slid the new engagement ring onto her finger, later kissing her breathless.

"I love you too, you crazy woman! And I don't care if takes 7 months or 70 years… I'm gonna get to know everything there is to know about you and you're gonna get to know everything about me..." he smiled, placing his forehead against hers and breathing a sigh of relief.

Mallory blew out all the candles in the kitchen and living room as Dean grabbed the bottle of champagne and strawberries. They met back up in the bedroom and enjoyed a quiet, yet sensual evening together.


As the sun peaked through the blinds of their bedroom, Dean smiled sleepily at Mallory as he saw her twirling her shiny new engagement ring on her finger.

"I take it you like it?" he grumbled.

"Mmhmm… I love it!" she replied giddily. "But… I do wanna know when you decided to do all of this?" she asked, sitting up to look back at him.

"About a week or two after Roman and Tina's wedding. I saw how happy they were and I realized that I wanted that for us. A wedding with our friends and family… you know?" Dean said as his fingers traced a circle at the small of Mallory's back. "Officer Thompson calling the other day just kinda fell into my lap and I ran with it. I'm just happy you don't like hate me or anything."

"Aww you big doofus, I could never hate you!" she smiled lovingly. "And I've gotta ask… who helped you with the candles and champagne idea?"

"Oh that…" Dean chuckled. "Brenna… it was kind of a favor for a good but cheesy piece of advice I gave her." Mallory cocked her head to the side as she pondered what her cousin could have possibly discussed with her fiance.

"Relax peaches… baby ninja is safe and sound in Iowa with Power Ranger Rollins." he shrugged, pulling Mallory back down to lay on his chest. "And no… you can't call Tina to talk about it because we're going back to sleep."

Mallory whined in protest as her urge to gossip was begging to be let out, but she nestled her face against Dean's chest and drifted back to sleep in his arms. These two may have much to learn about each other, but at least they have forever to do it.


Hey y'all... the story post ninja strikes again lol. Hope you enjoyed the chapter and hopefully I didn't you guys too much heartburn. I'm also posting this story after 5 am... sheer sign that I need sleep. But thanks again for reading and sorry for the delay (cue the repeat button) but I do appreciate your patience. See you for the next update of Heaven Beside You and... possibly a new one shot or mini series!

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