The show they put on RAW was amazing. Orton had to take yet another beating by The Shield. Seth, Dean and Roman were filled with adrenaline but remained calm until they finally reached their locker room. As soon as they were inside, they started talking about what just happened, what went good and what needed to improved. Throughout their little discussion, Dean was looking through the room and then went to the bathroom, only to find it empty. He wondered where she'd gone to.

As if she was reading his thoughts, the door slowly opened and she joined the three men. His face immediately lit up and he walked over to his girlfriend, a sly grin playing on his lips. ''Well, well, well, who have we here? Sunshine, where have you been? Did you miss our impressive appearance?'' His tone was pure mockery.

''Well, Mr. Smarty-Pants, apparently there is no television in this poor little locker room'', she countered, ''so in order to see you three douches taking on that handsome young man, I had to go find a TV set.'' Her face showed the exact same sly grin as Dean's when she patted his cheek and walked past him. When she was face to face with Seth, she smiled at him and said she liked his artistic entrance, jumping over the barricade. Dean knew Jess only did this to push his buttons down, so he didn't show his slight disappointment of not getting a 'you-were-amazing-out-there'-kiss he was expecting. Instead he walked past her, straight into the bathroom to take a shower, but not without slapping her butt. He knew she didn't like that, so he wasn't surprised to see her frown at him. Dean just winked at her and blew her a kiss. She shook her head, told the other two guys she's be waiting in the parking lot and left.

It was pretty cold outside for February, but she wasn't really freezing. After all, she was from a part of Germany where it was snowing half of the year, so she was used to lower temperatures. The only thing she regretted at times like these was her short hair. On one gloomy Friday afternoon, she decided to get rid of her chin-long hair. The new hairdo was the result of one of her little moods, but she liked the way she looked with her short light-brown hair not even covering her ears. That was the problem with her new style though: her ears were constantly getting cold. She hated that. She inwardly groaned at her own stupidity for not bringing a hat with her and took a mental note of stealing one of Seth's baseball caps later. Why she did that was a mystery to her because she was fully aware of not having another chance to do that.

She brushed through her hair, smiling to herself when she thought about Dean's frist reaction to it. She'd never forget the look on his face when he first saw her when they skyped that Friday. It was a mix of dumbfoundedness, shock, admiration, and lust. Hilarious. He was gawking at his screen for at least 5 minutes before he told her she looked even hotter like that. She couldn't help but chuckle when she remembered that startling look on his face.

Someone clearing his throat ripped her out of her thoughts. She looked around to see the three men known as the Shield walking up to her, Seth and Roman carrying the bags while Dean loosely held its strap and kicked the bag with his right foot every now and then. She shot the trio a weak smile before walking right up to the car with them. She listened to their conversation but didn't join it. Dean raised his eyebrow at her behavior but didn't want to say anything right now.

Roman opened the car, put his bag in the trunk and took the driver's seat. ''I call shotgun!'', Seth exclaimed and jump into the passenger's seat, almost ending up sitting on Roman's lap in the progress. Dean's chuckled before opening the car door. He held his hand out to Jess and cheekily smiled ''Mylady.'' She gave him another weak smile, took his hand but – much to his surprise – didn't retort. In fact, she didn't say a lot while they were driving to the hotel. The only time she spoke was when Dean took her hand and asked if she was okay. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze and said she was alright. All three men had a feeling she wasn't but Jess was not the type of girl to pour out her emotions. If she wanted to talk, she would.

Still, Dean knew he had to do something. The two of them rarely saw each other and he felt it was his responsibility to take care of her. So as soon as they were in the hotel room they shared, he spoke up, only to be interrupted by her voice, softer than the usual. ''Dean, we need to talk, it's important.''

''Why am I getting a feeling that I won't like this?'' he answered, not being sure what to expect.

''Because, well, you won't. See, I thought about this. Us. I've been thinking about our realtionship for quite some time now. And I just don't see where this is getting. It's a waste of time and energy. For both of us.'' The words burnt into him like fire. Did she just say they were wasting their time? How could they? They were in love after all.

Dean's brow furrowed, trying to progress what she just said. ''What do you mean? A waste? What is wrong with you?!'' He felt him lose his temper, but tried to remain calm, at least a bit.

Her voice was a mere whisper when she answered, her eyes filling up with tears ready to fall down. ''Dean, I know this seems to be sudden, but think about it. Wouldn't you like someone that is here for you? I know I would.''

''Why would I want anybody else? I fucking want you! Wha - Are you cheating on me? Is there another guy? Look, I know things are tough when we're not even on the same continent but I tried hard to make this work.''

''There's no other guy. But you need to see my point. I think the both of us aren't meant to be. You're on the edge of becoming the next big thing in the wrestling business and I need to finish my studies. I just don't think there's enough time for an attempt to work things out between us when I know there will be no positive outcome. I am sorry I didn't involve you when I was making this decision but it is definite.'' She sounded so convincing, even though she didn't believe a word she said herself. Dean moved towards her, closing the gap between them. She blankly stared at his chest, not daring to look him in the eyes. His hands slowly moved to her face, cupping it and tilting it up so he could place a passionate and angry kiss on her lips. He pulled away from her, seeing tears rolling down her face. He was getting angry, really angry. After all, she's the one that caused all this trouble and now she's crying over it? She had no right to do so.

''Tell me now that you didn't enjoy that. Tell me you don't want more of it.'' His blue eyes stared right into her brown ones, urging her to answer.

''I...I don't want this anymore. I think we just weren't meant to be. Sorry.''

''So, last night when you were begging me to 'give it to you', you were wrong? That was a little mistake you made?! For fuck's sake, Jess, I didn't want you to come visit me so you could give me any of this bullshit!'' He raised his voice and got straight into her face. How could she dare say that when it was obvious that she was lying. Nothing made sense anymore. Dean was gesturing widely, his blue eyes glaring viciously.

''Look, Dean. I know it's not what you wanted, not what you expected. But it is what it is. I think it's for the best for both of us.'' Her voice was calm although on the inside she tore apart, just like Dean did right in front of her. She knew he wouldn't buy that though, so she had to say the one thing that would work. The one thing she never meant to say to him. ''I don't love you anymore, Dean.''

He moved two steps away from her and just froze. Neither of them moved for the next few minutes. Jess looked out of the window, trying to not feel Dean's death glare upon her. It didn't work though. When he finally spoke, his eyes were revealing his true feelings, his voice however was horrifiying, even to her. ''You fucking bitch! How could you? I don't even – Breaking up is for the best? You're full of shit, that's all! I hope you and your little German loverboy back home have fun now that I'm out of the way. Do whatever you want, I don't give a flying fuck.'' With that, he was storming out of the hotel room, slamming the door behind him so hard that Jess could feel the walls shaking a bit.

She fell to the ground, finally bursting into tears. She knew she just broke his heart. She also knew that she had to do it, after what she overheard this afternoon at the arena. She kept telling her that it would help him, she did the right thing. There just was no other way.

After an hour of cowering in the same position on the floor, she decided that she needed to go. Now. She had no idea what would happen when he came back and saw her, how he'd react. And even worse, how she'd react.

She hurriedly packed her suitcase and left the hotel, heading for the airport.